Here are some things:
- it’s hard for a receptionist to send flowers to a funeral home when you don’t know the name of the deceased
- it’s hard for a receptionist to connect you to your desired party when you do not know the name or department of the desired party
- it’s hard for a receptionist to finish the work you give her when you call her every fifteen minutes to see if she’s done with the work
I mean, you know, I’ll do it and everything. I’m just saying, it’s not easy.
It’s hard for a receptionist not to laugh at your attempt to pretend you know the person you’re calling, when you’re actually a shmarmy salesperson.
It’s hard for a receptionist to come up with a nice-sounding way to let a caller know that the person they’re calling does not want to talk to you.
It’s hard for a receptionist to magically figure out who ordered the lunch if you didn’t tell him/her, and the delivery person doesn’t know either.
It’s hard for a receptionist to know you needed more [insert office supply item here] when you didn’t tell him/her you used the last box a few days ago.
It’s REALLY hard for a receptionist when you block fun internet sites at work and keep me from somehow fighting the mind-numbing boredom.
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MAN, thanks khrushchev. That brought back a lot of vivid memories of my temp job days and I had to get that out of my system.
