Where's Sue?

Am I done yet?

Fuzzy Mondays...

The uniquely idle quality of Mondays' front desk activity pattern is working out just fine for me today.

Miniscule complaints for when there's nothing to look forward to

One of my own, private horrors of the three hour front desk slot is that of the girlie bladders I have the very girliest kind, and just as I see the opportunity to busy out the phone and make a run for the ladies' room, some know it all chatterbox has to come up to ask a question with such a long prelude that it actually begets tangents. It makes a perfect storm since this personality is not very observant or empathetic.

45 minutes and counting...

As if I didn't already feel totally demoralized, I have to spend my Friday afternoon tied to this sticky desk, trying to stay awake between unintelligible phone calls. Instead of a life raft it's a low-morale drift. If only arrogance could make the time pass faster! I'd become as arrogant as can be. Well, no, I wouldn't, but if whining could make the time pass faster I'd be all set.

I really am trying to focus on work this summer, but it's so un-motivating to essentially waste the day sitting here, waiting for the phone to ring. There's no redeeming value to it: I'm learning nothing. I'm not learning about the company or its customers; I'm not learning about reception; I'm not even learning to multitask.

Maybe I can take this time to try and levitate- I mean- MEditate. I don't think it could hurt, and I sure could use the emotional stability.

And now I only have another half hour to go.

It's 5:19 pm. Time to get to work.

After a good proper brain cleansing walk I can finally sit back down at my own desk to do work. Go figure.

Sigh

...and then I realized it's only been two hours. Boo Denise. Poor Sue is chugging along on her expense reports and here I am fussing over nothing.

My head feels like I have a plastic bag over it. It's like no oxygen is getting to my brain. Maybe that explains my poor hearing when the candidate was talking to me about Brazil. I swear sometimes I think I'm retarded.

Where is she?!

It's been over three hours. Where's Sue? I mean, I know she only just got back from vacation, but c'mon! I've been chained to this damned thing for the past two weeks while she's been touring the villas of venture capitalists of Southern France.

Boo Sue!