It's been difficult finding time to post this week, mainly because I've actually had work to do. Also, I've been working on stuff for JerseyBites.com. Check it out, it's all about food. ^____^
Occasionally I start to feel taken for granted at my job, as receptionists often are. Then something happens that reminds everyone just how miserable everyone's life would be without me. For instance: This morning one of my coworkers cut herself on something and needed a bandaid. I gave her the keys to the giant cabinet where we keep stuff like that locked away so no one steals it. I handed her the key and assumed no further instructions were needed, seeing as she is a college educated adult with all her limbs intact and, I assume, a normally functioning brain. A few minutes go by and she skulks up to my desk, sheepishly, and says "I think I broke the cabinet." I'm not entirely sure what to say at this point seeing as I could not for the life of me figure out how she could possibly have done that. Apparently the meltdown occurred when she had tried to close the cabinet door and lock it. When that sequence of events did not happen to her liking, she turned to two other employees and asked for their help. Neither of them managed to shut the door. So they all chalked it up to the cabinet malfunctioning and went about their business, leaving the door wide open and consequently spilling a number of unsecured pens onto the floor. Seeing as I still could not figure out why three bipedal creatures who possessed opposable thumbs and a reasoning brain could not shut a door, I had to see for myself what the issue was.
It took me 5 seconds. 1, unlock the door because some genius had locked it before closing it, 2, shut the door, 3, kick in the warped bit at the bottom of the door, 4, turn the key in the lock, 5, WALK AWAY.
I was a freaking hero today. Suck on that, Obama.
Occasionally I start to feel taken for granted at my job, as receptionists often are. Then something happens that reminds everyone just how miserable everyone's life would be without me. For instance: This morning one of my coworkers cut herself on something and needed a bandaid. I gave her the keys to the giant cabinet where we keep stuff like that locked away so no one steals it. I handed her the key and assumed no further instructions were needed, seeing as she is a college educated adult with all her limbs intact and, I assume, a normally functioning brain. A few minutes go by and she skulks up to my desk, sheepishly, and says "I think I broke the cabinet." I'm not entirely sure what to say at this point seeing as I could not for the life of me figure out how she could possibly have done that. Apparently the meltdown occurred when she had tried to close the cabinet door and lock it. When that sequence of events did not happen to her liking, she turned to two other employees and asked for their help. Neither of them managed to shut the door. So they all chalked it up to the cabinet malfunctioning and went about their business, leaving the door wide open and consequently spilling a number of unsecured pens onto the floor. Seeing as I still could not figure out why three bipedal creatures who possessed opposable thumbs and a reasoning brain could not shut a door, I had to see for myself what the issue was.
It took me 5 seconds. 1, unlock the door because some genius had locked it before closing it, 2, shut the door, 3, kick in the warped bit at the bottom of the door, 4, turn the key in the lock, 5, WALK AWAY.
I was a freaking hero today. Suck on that, Obama.
No comments:
Post a Comment