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This week I'm a receptionist. The office I'm working for does social work. They have 15-20 various programs dealing the the justice, youth, and health systems.
This has its ups and downs. I answer phones. I hand out stickers that say "visitor." I route calls where they're supposed to go. I surf the internets. I have unlimited access to the water cooler. I open the mail and stamp "received" on it. I am a receptionist prodigy, apparently, because I picked all of these things up in a matter of hours. They still poke their heads into the front, asking if I'm sure I'm handling this okay?
I get hit on a lot. In three days, I've had three invitations to lunch, five "what's-your-situation" discussions, two "call me's?" and an innumerable amount of moo eyes and attempted flirting.
I don't particularly like it. Generally I get that sort of thing on the bus stop, but at least there I'm somewhat protected by my giant headphones of death and my amazing ability to look at nothing and pretend I don't hear anything. I can't really do that behind a desk. Thankfully the people that come in are ususally headed to the back quickly, so they don't have an excuse to stand around and chitchat.
Everyone there is nice, both the employees and the clients. I really hope this assignment lasts more than two weeks.
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I've had the sinus headache from hell this week. Is it the weather? (Probably.) Is it being in stale office air all day? (That too.) All I know is I'm sick of feeling sick. I've thrown up every day. I'm feeling a little better right now, but only when I don't move for a while, and how the hell is the laundry going to get done and the house going to get cleaned when I'm in this condition?
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Quinn still looks like Duncan. More than ever, now. Phil and I were watching Edward II on Sundance last night, and at one point Edward (Duncan/Steven Waddington) walks out of the shadows dressed in a tuxedo. We started screaming because it looked exactly like a picture of Quinn in his tuxedo. Tamara thought it was eerie and went back downstairs. Quinn was amused until Phil blurted out that Edward II was gay, and then Quinn was like, I look gay to you? and pretended to be hurt.
At some point I'll get screencaps and that picture posted.
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This morning I was accused of looking like a stripper. I had on pajama pants and my hoodie zipped most of the way up. The only thing other than my hands and face that was showing was the top of my left shoulder.
This isn't the first time people have told me that. My shoulder must have been a stripper in a past life.
It's just my cross to bear.
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Binghamton: YES OMG WE WANT YOU
Oneonta: YES OMG WE WANT YOU
Cornell: In order to finish processing your application we need [holy random list of shit batman!] Also, in order to waive the use of your parents' financial information, we need all of your parents' financial information.
Me: Bzuh?
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I need some cake.
This has its ups and downs. I answer phones. I hand out stickers that say "visitor." I route calls where they're supposed to go. I surf the internets. I have unlimited access to the water cooler. I open the mail and stamp "received" on it. I am a receptionist prodigy, apparently, because I picked all of these things up in a matter of hours. They still poke their heads into the front, asking if I'm sure I'm handling this okay?
I get hit on a lot. In three days, I've had three invitations to lunch, five "what's-your-situation" discussions, two "call me's?" and an innumerable amount of moo eyes and attempted flirting.
I don't particularly like it. Generally I get that sort of thing on the bus stop, but at least there I'm somewhat protected by my giant headphones of death and my amazing ability to look at nothing and pretend I don't hear anything. I can't really do that behind a desk. Thankfully the people that come in are ususally headed to the back quickly, so they don't have an excuse to stand around and chitchat.
Everyone there is nice, both the employees and the clients. I really hope this assignment lasts more than two weeks.
...
I've had the sinus headache from hell this week. Is it the weather? (Probably.) Is it being in stale office air all day? (That too.) All I know is I'm sick of feeling sick. I've thrown up every day. I'm feeling a little better right now, but only when I don't move for a while, and how the hell is the laundry going to get done and the house going to get cleaned when I'm in this condition?
...
Quinn still looks like Duncan. More than ever, now. Phil and I were watching Edward II on Sundance last night, and at one point Edward (Duncan/Steven Waddington) walks out of the shadows dressed in a tuxedo. We started screaming because it looked exactly like a picture of Quinn in his tuxedo. Tamara thought it was eerie and went back downstairs. Quinn was amused until Phil blurted out that Edward II was gay, and then Quinn was like, I look gay to you? and pretended to be hurt.
At some point I'll get screencaps and that picture posted.
...
This morning I was accused of looking like a stripper. I had on pajama pants and my hoodie zipped most of the way up. The only thing other than my hands and face that was showing was the top of my left shoulder.
This isn't the first time people have told me that. My shoulder must have been a stripper in a past life.
It's just my cross to bear.
...
Binghamton: YES OMG WE WANT YOU
Oneonta: YES OMG WE WANT YOU
Cornell: In order to finish processing your application we need [holy random list of shit batman!] Also, in order to waive the use of your parents' financial information, we need all of your parents' financial information.
Me: Bzuh?
...
I need some cake.