So today I have been paging the hell out of phone calls all morning - note I've only been here an hour and not quite fifteen minutes so far - and the day has already gotten messy. I've actually thought of taking the boring time of my day (meaning the time between phone blowups) and trying to write stories again. The problem with this is that when the phones aren't ringing off the hook people tend to walk around the office back and forth through the area here and I have to stop everything I am doing because it is usually not allowed. (Things not allowed: Reading articles of any kind, reading personal email of any kind, staring off into space for any reason... and such)
I took a vitamin with my coffee this morning, yes I know pat me on the head for being a good girl, and have decided to start taking them on Wednesday mornings. I think once a week should be plenty since I eat fairly healthy.
So things around here have been really swamped. The phones won't stop ringing. I'm so ready to quit working here. I am so tired of being the receptionist. I want to go somewhere to work that I can sit far away from people. I'd like to have a window so I can have natural light to help diffuse the awful florescent lights. I'd like to go to work, do my job, and go home. Such a thing will never happen being a receptionist.
Well, it's almost lunch and I want to clean the computer off before I go. Laters.
