Nice to Meet You

It's 9:57am, you're seconds away from being late for an important meeting. You enter into the lobby, and there I am. I'm Ruby, I'm the receptionist. You pretend you weren't just running down the sidewalk and calmly tell me who you are and who you're here to see. And in those 2 seconds that you entered the building, I've made up my mind about you. I can tell the moment you walk in if you're here for an interview, a salesman coming in with no appointment, or even if you're lost and need directions. I'd like to call it a gift, but honestly, I've been doing this for so long, you're easy to pick out.

I'm sure there are lots of men and woman who are great receptionists and love it. They're probably really good at their job too. I, however, am not one of those women. I suppose you could say I'm "good" at my job due to the fact that I am able to do the tasks needed (and I can pick out a nervous interviewee a mile away), but I am not good at sitting here greeting people, talking to people, smiling at people. In fact, from this job I'm beginning to think I'm not a people-person at all. I dream of the day where I sit in a cube and no one talks to me, where I don't have to answer the phone, or feel really uncomfortable every time a delivery guy walks in. Well no, that's not entirely true, I do like some people, mostly my family and friends, but the amount of clowns that I have to deal with on a daily basis is making me lose faith in the human race.

You're probably thinking then "why on earth do you do it? Just quit!" A great question, and honestly, the only answer I have is because it's the only job I could get. And that's with a college degree. I took the job at first, because like a lot of other jobs, I was promised a lot more. Just 3 months at reception and I'll be moving up the corporate ladder. Once you get your foot in the door, there's no where to go but up! Fast forward 3 years, 1000 rejected job applications later, and here I am sitting in this same damn chair answering the same damn phone calls.

And that's where this blog comes into place. I need a place to share all the ridiculous people and situations I encounter, because honestly if I didn't experience them first hand, I would think I was making them up. There are the smokers, the matching girls, the troll, the delivery people.... oh, so many stories to tell! (And admit it - you make up names for your co-workers too!)

So tune in! I'm hoping for this to be weekly, if not bi-weekly, blog of all the things I deal with daily. Hopefully the stories will make you laugh, and act as some sort of therapy for me before I go loco from dealing with all the crazies :)
Enjoy!