March 22nd, 2002

S&G 1

(no subject)

I have been so INCREDIBLY bored this week. I HATE having to sit at the front desk for eight hours, tapping away not nearly enough energy with my feet, trying to get to each phone call (of which there are not nearly enough) before the other two receptionists. I exhausted my supply of Cosmo mags, which is good because I got tired of looking at stick-thin models in miniskirts. I can't read a book. I didn't want to be stuck tonight with too much energy like the other day when I was so upset and restless, so I brought some crocheting, and was so excited that I'd be able to crochet an entire halter top by the end of the day. But then Lisa came down and saw me, and shook her head at me. "I don't know if Debbie would like that," she said. So now I have nothing to do, and it makes me angry. I think that I should be able to do it if I can still answer the phones quickly and if I can hide it when visitors come to the front desk, which I can. Argh.

In similar news, the guy who does licensing for the company just had a new position approved: an assistant for him. I think I'd be able to do a good job with it, but I'm supposed to be in a position for six months before I apply for a different one, unless I get my supervisor's OK. So I'm not sure whether I should ask about it or not. I'd like to be his assistant. I'd be doing more important things. I'd always have stuff to do. And I wouldn't have to sit at the stupid front desk ever again!!!