Man the Phones!
I am the Receptionist. I should have a motto like the Post Office, something like, "Come wind or hail or photocopies or a gaggle of insanely screaming, walker-toting residents waiting for the bus, I will answer the phone before the third ring." Most of the time that's not a bad deal or a hard thing to accomplish--it can be pretty quiet around here. Like right now. I'm writing, after all. But sometimes I feel like the Morton Salt Girl, though without the umbrella. It's raining. It's pouring. Amazing how you can go for four hours without a phone call, and then three people decide to call simultaneously.
I am the Receptionist. This also means, in addition to answer calls by the third ring (company policy), I need to actually be around to answer the phones. If I go down the hall, it's best if I let someone know before I go down so they can watch the phones. For the most part this is no big deal. I have plenty I can do at my desk, like work, or something for one of my other jobs, or read. After all, I am the Receptionist, and I'm doing my job as long as I'm at the desk.
Then sometimes it stinks. I am currently the only person in the office, so thogh I am supposed to be done with my workday, I am still here, waiting for phone calls that may or may not come. Not that I'm complianing. At $10 an hour, I get 16.667 cents a minute to wait upon the phones. At times, though, I would trade almost anything to be able to leave the desk for just five minutes. For example, like earlier in the day, when everyone was out of the office and our QMAs were serving the residents food. Per my job description, I sat chained to the desk, though my whole body was crying out with the explosive bowel movement I had to choke back.
Really, I'm not totally chained to the desk. There's a cordless phone I can take if I do need to leave when no one's around, like if I run upstairs to corporate to mail something. But I'm also smart enough not to think that no one would notice the bathroom echo if I answered the cordless while making my final peace with yesterday's burger from Perkins, and you can bet I'm not taking a pencil and pad of "Important Message For You" Post-Its to the toilet.
I am the Receptionist. This also means, in addition to answer calls by the third ring (company policy), I need to actually be around to answer the phones. If I go down the hall, it's best if I let someone know before I go down so they can watch the phones. For the most part this is no big deal. I have plenty I can do at my desk, like work, or something for one of my other jobs, or read. After all, I am the Receptionist, and I'm doing my job as long as I'm at the desk.
Then sometimes it stinks. I am currently the only person in the office, so thogh I am supposed to be done with my workday, I am still here, waiting for phone calls that may or may not come. Not that I'm complianing. At $10 an hour, I get 16.667 cents a minute to wait upon the phones. At times, though, I would trade almost anything to be able to leave the desk for just five minutes. For example, like earlier in the day, when everyone was out of the office and our QMAs were serving the residents food. Per my job description, I sat chained to the desk, though my whole body was crying out with the explosive bowel movement I had to choke back.
Really, I'm not totally chained to the desk. There's a cordless phone I can take if I do need to leave when no one's around, like if I run upstairs to corporate to mail something. But I'm also smart enough not to think that no one would notice the bathroom echo if I answered the cordless while making my final peace with yesterday's burger from Perkins, and you can bet I'm not taking a pencil and pad of "Important Message For You" Post-Its to the toilet.
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