turn smile shift repeat

eventually, everything becomes rote. you pick up the rhythm and it's smooth autopilot from thereon out.

i think that i can resonably add the title "secretary" to my resume. oh, excuse me, "receptionist." as you've heard me gripe many a time, we in the marketing department spend as much time answering the phones as we do our own work. an activity which, ostensibly, we on the GMO are not supposed to do. because we have no information that would be useful to the customers. and people get mad when they speak to us in our ignorance of operations.

so, i spend much of my day answering phones, and the proximity of my desk to the front door means i'm the one who gets to deal with ups, fedex, travelling salesmen, couriers, interviewees, and basically everyone who comes through my door. i go on fucking coffee runs.

the insult on top of the injury, of course, is that today the head of IT referred to me as the department secretary. it was a joke, of course, but let me tell you. if he'd been in the room, he wouldn't have left it in one piece.

i'm performing two jobs and barely getting paid for one.

is it any wonder i'm in a perpetually bad mood?