BIG, FAT, HAIRY NOSE

Her nose is in everything. You know the co-worker. She listens in on EVERY conversation. She "happens" to walk by so so slowly that she feels she able, with authority, to comment on anyone or anything going on. It is like she is LOOKING for a reason to run to the boss. In fact, her work doesn't seem to get down on time because she is always on the move...hunting for gossip, hunting for ammunition. But I found this picture of her...just be on the look out for her.

Cool Weather, Cooler Chill

No annual review, no annual pay increase. I wouldn't even mention it, but everyone else in the place got theirs. My co-worker was bragging about it and she makes mistakes constantly. Additionally, someone is going into my voice-mail, deleting my messages (important messages concerning our members)and now members are complaining that I missed their reservations and aren't calling them back to confirm. When I find out who it is, they are toast.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

Why do folks insist on telling me that they are from out of town? Am I supposed to be impressed by their ability to pick up a phone and dial, not only a phone number, but an area code as well? Or is it that their time, because they are calling from out of town, is more valuable than someone who calls locally? Perhaps, where they hail from lacks the necessary forms of communication, and to have the skills to overcome such obstacles makes their call all the more special. Or, in the case of overseas calls, their time difference means their day is shorter and their urgency is greater. Whatever the reason, I am NOT impressed and you will be handled in the same manor as everyone else.


No one is special or everyone is special.... your choice. Either way, you will all be treated like a red-headed stepchild. (Whom I have and adore, so there)

Summertime

Well, I am no longer a temp. The powers-that-be thought fit to return to me what was taken when they laid me off. Some of the tension has eased, but I don't know if I will ever feel part of this team. The clicks and "inner circle of trust" groups are too strong, and I don't fit into anyone's mold. So why keep me? Because I have talent. Because I have a strong, sexy phone voice. Because I am creative ( I am their go-to person for any graphic work). The creative ones rarely fit into conventional molds of society, we tend to think outside. We are despised and misunderstood most of the time. So I should count myself fortunate to still be here.

The warm weather has not dampened couples from their desire for an outside oceanfront wedding. Every weekend since May we have hosted weddings. This weekend's wedding will have 260 folks sweating out on our lawn to be followed by a reception in our spacious ballroom. From my reception desk, I am treated to the transformation of an empty ballroom to an elegant staging to celebrate the union of two souls. The stage and dance floor going up now, with tables, chairs, linens, flowers, candles, lighting, piano, band, food, bar, etc to follow.

Still Here...The Permanent Temp

Sometimes I feel a bit like Ryan on the NBC show, The Office. (Not because I act like him, though) The Permanent Temp. Can't earn vacation or sick days, Temp. Can't be evaluated for pay raises, Temp. Don't have to offer medical benefits, Temp. And forget about a 401K!

But I still have my nice view from my desk. SSSoooo, that makes this awkward state of limbo all worthwhile.

Happy Administrative Assistant Day!

Here at work our bosses gave us beautiful flowers in a cool vase. I don't have the heart to say anything, but my allergies, from having the bouquet at my desk, are almost too much to bare. A word of advice to anyone desiring to present flowers to someone, find out if they have allergies. This arrangement consists of yellow roses (okay by my nose), giant mums (they stink and my nose gives them two thumbs down), and lilies (lovely but there is a reason lilies are used in funerals, they are killing my nose!). I have no clue what I am going to do with the blooming thing (see what I did there?) (It's a pun!). When the flowers are gone, I plan to get a bamboo plant for it. That's what I have at home, lots and lots of bamboo!

YEA to fauna, BOO to flora!

You want to work HERE????!!!!! or How To Stay Unemployed

Here at work we have been interviewing and hiring waitstaff for our restaurant and for banquet events. Overall it has been going well, with the notable exception of one woman. Did you ever see the movie "Misery"?

This woman, we will call her Annie.
1. Annie called 5 different times, demanding to talk to the assistant general manager.
2. Annie comes in a few days later to fill about an application and brings her boyfriend who is dressed in baggy hip-hop clothes and sporting dreadlocks down to his buttocks. (Now I am actually a fan of dreads and that is not the issue. You don't bring family or friends with you, even if they are driving you. They should just stay out in the vehicle.)
3. She called me "Miss Row"....Best way to get on my bad side.
4. She called 6 more times to see when her interview would be.
5. The assistant GM finally gives up and schedules the interview with Annie.
6. Annie calls 3 different times to get directions to our facility. Mind you, she has already been here to fill out the application.
7. She shows up 10 minutes late and then goes to the restroom where she spends 7-9 minutes.
8. She is finally ready for her interview, but during her interview her cell phone rings, AND SHE ANSWERS IT!
9. After the interview Annie insists on the grand tour of the facility, so politely the restaurant manager gives her the basic tour.
10. Then Annie demands (with a smile on her face) a copy of the restaurants menu to take home and study. (I had to give the menu to her. [shutter])
10.1. Annie announces to all who can hear her that our search is over, we now have the best server in the area.
11. Then Annie disappears. We all think she has left and we breath a sigh of relief.
12. About 30 minutes later Annie shows up at my desk to thank me for all my help. I was startled that she was still here!
13. During her "self-guided" tour, Annie stopped by the restaurant manager's office to ask more questions about the facility. About this time we all wonder if she isn't a spy (or practical joke) from another private club.
14. This past Sunday she leaves a haunting message on the restaurant manager's voicemail lasting 10 minutes. (He has Sunday's off, so he didn't get that message until Today.) [update: part of the message she insisted on a list of our members, so she can get to know them and their dining habits. Now that is frightening!] She also leaves a demanding message on Monday insisting he call her about her new job.
15. Annie calls today, Tuesday, to see why she hadn't been called, she left that message on the manager's voicemail. He calls her and tells HER voicemail that we have decided to go another direction.
16. (Hopefully) the final contact, this afternoon when she calls the manager and wants to know what direction we decided to go in and asks if her previous employers gave her a bad review. The manager tells her that it is irrelevant because she won't be hired here. He politely thanked her for her interest and hung up.

Do you hear Physco music playing now? I do. [shiver]