4238: Lose Your Mind
So this happened:Falco: Julie, a guy from XYZ is coming by to pick up a check from AP*, I told him to get it from you at the front desk between 10 and 2.
Me: Okay.
*hereafter "Apey" 'cause I'm SO CREATIVE
[four boring-as-fuck hours and five minutes of receptioning later, at 2:05]
Apey: Did the guy come by for the check?
Me: No. And the most I was ever away from the desk was five minutes. [to help with the meeting luncheon]
Apey: Well--he didn't show up, that's too bad. I'll just lock the check up.
Me: Okay.
[an hour later, at my cube, following a mysterious call from the front desk to the loading dock]
Mailboy: Julie? There's a guy from XYZ at the front to pick up a check?
Me: *dies* *decomposes*
I did end up calling Falco for an unrelated reason I won't disclose [security and all], when she said that the guy was coming after all, and after 2, but by that time I couldn't recover the check because Apey locked it up SO HE COULD LEAVE FOR THE WEEKEND.
NO NO ONE ELSE HAS KEYS
[well, maybe somebody could've done something, but I called Apey as well and he basically said, "They snooze, they lose, gotta get it Tuesday"]
[[and when I called Falco back, she said the same thing but included "oh THAT's why he locked it up"]]
But it was aggravating that I had to explain this to Mailboy TWICE, because apparently explaining it to the XYZ guy once wasn't enough. Like one of them thought I could, by his ASKING REALLY NICELY and me REALLY WANTING IT BADLY ENOUGH, I could make the check materialize out of thin air.
...
I dunno. This is what really gets me about receptioning, that I am presented with various problems and potentially solve NONE of them. I mean, sure, I did okay for the guy who dropped in saying he was an ex-employee and was Joe Blow, Jack Black, or Jim Blim in [it's a rhyme thing, see] whom he could see, so I paged the one I knew was definitely in today, and they had a cool reunion and all. For the most part, though, it'sCaller: Can I talk to John?
Me: Last name, please?
Caller: ...oh, what was his name... you know, the big black guy?
Me: [suspecting it's this one guy but not certain] ...uh...
Caller: Well, how about Jimmy Jims?
Me: ...okay, let me transfer you.
[transfers call]
[watches screen say the phone's ringing]
[watches screen then say the phone's idle]
*shrug*
Said caller eventually called back and had a different name, which was close enough to someone on the list that I figured that must've been who he was talking about [foreign/"unusual" name], and I watched the same thing happen--phone rings, apparently no one's at their desks today. I think only one actually connected, but because I could see that person was already on the phone... unless they didn't bother to answer the other line or something, in which case n/m =|
So basically being a receptionist is sorta like being an eavesdropper--it's being partially party to other people's problems, with [almost] none of the resolution... one of the oft-lamented problems of reading advice columns where the original question-askers never write in with a follow-up [or follow-up with something evasive/disappointing/unrelated]. I guess I don't HATE it like I did before today, but I certainly feel like too much power is out of my hands.
Also, apparently our A/C broke, and our fan 1. walked up and left out of hurt feelings of being neglected, 2. was nicked by someone [most likely], or 3. turns into a space heater when it's hot out and back into a fan when it's cold -_- 'CAUSE I CANNA FIND IT, CAP'N
Ugh.
Also, the Neopet I'm trying to get back down to Level 1 [for reasons that are a pain to explain] keeps EARNING Levels from Count von Roo, while any other pet consistently loses to the House [goes down]. I don't know if I'm being trolled or not, but put it this way: that pet started at Level 30-ish and was EXPENSIVE to transfer from the person I traded with and, through regular playing with von Roo, is now Level 63. After winning TWO LEVELS tonight in double or nothing X( [I've lost as many as eight at once, but they keep coming back!]
Ugh ugh. I wish certain things were on a more convenient timetable. Midnight on the West Coast means I have to do the thing at 3a here--"only" 2a after DST is over, but that's once a year! =p I get that I can easily say I don't care and not even worry about that anymore, but it's an astonishingly large gap to fill... I mean, every time I drop a daily from my regular Internet rotations [e.g. Sally Forth--'cause Mum complained about it and I found the host was a pain--and Rose is Rose--'cause it was trending toward the lower end of what I read for time spent/laughs], I just end up filling that gap with something else.
I guess I'm refining my choices, but it's still sort of a desired "wasted time" allotment I can't deprogram from myself without significant effort. I mean, I barely get daily comics done [especially this week--UGH--but at least I'm done now], and that's a huge "force myself to change my habits" thing. Not meaning to drone like this, but I think getting Manga Studio when it was $5, on recommendation from Astolpho, actually made it worse for me because--yes--I'm doing much better linework and faster, but that tells my brain, "Hey, since you're faster now, you don't have to start drawing tomorrow's until 10p!"
=p AND I BELIEVE IT WHYYYYYYY
...
okay THAT'S ENOUGH *goes the fuck to sleep*
Me: Okay.
*hereafter "Apey" 'cause I'm SO CREATIVE
[four boring-as-fuck hours and five minutes of receptioning later, at 2:05]
Apey: Did the guy come by for the check?
Me: No. And the most I was ever away from the desk was five minutes. [to help with the meeting luncheon]
Apey: Well--he didn't show up, that's too bad. I'll just lock the check up.
Me: Okay.
[an hour later, at my cube, following a mysterious call from the front desk to the loading dock]
Mailboy: Julie? There's a guy from XYZ at the front to pick up a check?
Me: *dies* *decomposes*
I did end up calling Falco for an unrelated reason I won't disclose [security and all], when she said that the guy was coming after all, and after 2, but by that time I couldn't recover the check because Apey locked it up SO HE COULD LEAVE FOR THE WEEKEND.
NO NO ONE ELSE HAS KEYS
[well, maybe somebody could've done something, but I called Apey as well and he basically said, "They snooze, they lose, gotta get it Tuesday"]
[[and when I called Falco back, she said the same thing but included "oh THAT's why he locked it up"]]
But it was aggravating that I had to explain this to Mailboy TWICE, because apparently explaining it to the XYZ guy once wasn't enough. Like one of them thought I could, by his ASKING REALLY NICELY and me REALLY WANTING IT BADLY ENOUGH, I could make the check materialize out of thin air.
...
I dunno. This is what really gets me about receptioning, that I am presented with various problems and potentially solve NONE of them. I mean, sure, I did okay for the guy who dropped in saying he was an ex-employee and was Joe Blow, Jack Black, or Jim Blim in [it's a rhyme thing, see] whom he could see, so I paged the one I knew was definitely in today, and they had a cool reunion and all. For the most part, though, it'sCaller: Can I talk to John?
Me: Last name, please?
Caller: ...oh, what was his name... you know, the big black guy?
Me: [suspecting it's this one guy but not certain] ...uh...
Caller: Well, how about Jimmy Jims?
Me: ...okay, let me transfer you.
[transfers call]
[watches screen say the phone's ringing]
[watches screen then say the phone's idle]
*shrug*
Said caller eventually called back and had a different name, which was close enough to someone on the list that I figured that must've been who he was talking about [foreign/"unusual" name], and I watched the same thing happen--phone rings, apparently no one's at their desks today. I think only one actually connected, but because I could see that person was already on the phone... unless they didn't bother to answer the other line or something, in which case n/m =|
So basically being a receptionist is sorta like being an eavesdropper--it's being partially party to other people's problems, with [almost] none of the resolution... one of the oft-lamented problems of reading advice columns where the original question-askers never write in with a follow-up [or follow-up with something evasive/disappointing/unrelated]. I guess I don't HATE it like I did before today, but I certainly feel like too much power is out of my hands.
Also, apparently our A/C broke, and our fan 1. walked up and left out of hurt feelings of being neglected, 2. was nicked by someone [most likely], or 3. turns into a space heater when it's hot out and back into a fan when it's cold -_- 'CAUSE I CANNA FIND IT, CAP'N
Ugh.
Also, the Neopet I'm trying to get back down to Level 1 [for reasons that are a pain to explain] keeps EARNING Levels from Count von Roo, while any other pet consistently loses to the House [goes down]. I don't know if I'm being trolled or not, but put it this way: that pet started at Level 30-ish and was EXPENSIVE to transfer from the person I traded with and, through regular playing with von Roo, is now Level 63. After winning TWO LEVELS tonight in double or nothing X( [I've lost as many as eight at once, but they keep coming back!]
Ugh ugh. I wish certain things were on a more convenient timetable. Midnight on the West Coast means I have to do the thing at 3a here--"only" 2a after DST is over, but that's once a year! =p I get that I can easily say I don't care and not even worry about that anymore, but it's an astonishingly large gap to fill... I mean, every time I drop a daily from my regular Internet rotations [e.g. Sally Forth--'cause Mum complained about it and I found the host was a pain--and Rose is Rose--'cause it was trending toward the lower end of what I read for time spent/laughs], I just end up filling that gap with something else.
I guess I'm refining my choices, but it's still sort of a desired "wasted time" allotment I can't deprogram from myself without significant effort. I mean, I barely get daily comics done [especially this week--UGH--but at least I'm done now], and that's a huge "force myself to change my habits" thing. Not meaning to drone like this, but I think getting Manga Studio when it was $5, on recommendation from Astolpho, actually made it worse for me because--yes--I'm doing much better linework and faster, but that tells my brain, "Hey, since you're faster now, you don't have to start drawing tomorrow's until 10p!"
=p AND I BELIEVE IT WHYYYYYYY
...
okay THAT'S ENOUGH *goes the fuck to sleep*