Dear Blog,
Allow me to apologize for not giving you the love and attention you deserve. Allow me to say how truly sorry I am for not keeping you up to date on my oh-so-not-happenin' life. And also dear blog, please just for a minute let me vent.
I work as a temp. Let me explain temping for you westerners who have probably never heard of a temp agency. (Like I hadn't before moving to NY, deciding I didn't want a museum job and got a job at Glocap) Basically it's like substitute teaching, only you're a receptionist going into a million dollar company and doing what receptionists do...whatever they're told. Oh and a bigger paycheck at the end of the week too, and
normally a lot less patience is involved. Mostly reception work at large hedge funds in the great big city of New York is fun. Most days I really enjoy my job. Always something new. New subway stop, new street, new sights, new building, new floor, new view out of said building, new people, new desk, new tasks, new...well you get the point. Normally it's great. Really. Normally I really do like having a change of scenery. Except those days when I don't. Because I simply want a schedule. A normal schedule with co-workers I simply adore (
not sure if that ever happens but here's to wishing) ok being more realistic...co-workers that I can talk to and have a conversation other than the standard
"What's your name?"
"I'm Siri, so nice to meet you."
"Siri. Hmmm that's different, how do you spell it?"
Which then proceeds to where are you from, why did you move to the city? To which I reply, "My husband's job." Long pause....And then the all too popular, "OH you're married! Wow, you're a baby! I mean you're so young!" To which I reply. "Yes, yes I am, thank you for pointing it out." (Ok not really, I usually laugh it off.) And then they ask where I went to school and then I say BYU (normally I say Brigham Young University--otherwise no one knows where it's at) and then they say "Oh you're Mormon." And I proudly say yes I am and then they normally ask a question about polygamy. Really great first conversation. I absolutely positively honestly enjoy getting in so many conversations about the church. It's so cool to be outside of Utah and tell people what I believe.
But then there are those days. You know the ones I'm talking about. Where there's an egotiscal CEO, CFO, Csomething or other and they treat you like you're an absolute idiot, like you've never even opened a word file or put a binder together. And then there are the other ones. The "mind-readers" as in they expect you to read their mind when you're told to do something, without any instructions, and then you commence said project, and it's not what they wanted, but you were unaware of this problem, because they didn't tell you what they wanted. Like today for example.
Csomething-or-other..."I need these files put into a tabbed binder."
Me...the not Csomething-or-other and painfully aware of it, "Ok. Great."
And I proceed to look at 4 documents, which I put in a binder with 4 tabs. Seems logical, right? Only no. Clearly not logical at all. And then said Csomething-or-other gives me that look. You know the one. The "really, have you even finished high school look?" and proceeds to tell me that clearly a binder this "big" should have at least 31 tabs. Not 30. Not 32. 31. And I apologize. And I switch out the tabs. Commence feeling like an idiot, due to said look of "have not finished high school" and proceed to drown my feelings in a cup of hot chocolate. sidenote: Perk about working in Hedge Funds. Well stocked fridge, hot chocolate, free lunch. Oh, and a great paycheck. End of sidenote.
Here's the thing, I'm really not trying to complain about very successful people who have worked their whole life building their self-proclaimed successful careers, but give a girl a break. When you want her to do something, just tell her what you want, so you don't have to look like one of the "jerky" successful people when giving said girl a dirty look for not meeting your expectations. Ok enough venting. Other than that, great day. Really, great day.
So I'm sorry dear blog about ignoring you for so long, I'm back. Most likely for good. And next time perhaps a more cheerful post.