Today I celebrated one year with the company I work for. I haven’t written much about my work here, for the most part because I’d like to not ever end up dooced. Even mentioning the name of the company is something that I’ve been careful about because I don’t want people to assume that my political or religious leanings are something shared by all of my coworkers or the management team. That, and I would never want them to judge my workplace and the people there based on what they see in me…but if they do, I hope that what they are witness to in my life is something that wouldn’t turn them off of doing business there.
It’s interesting work that I do. I’m a receptionist. And as I’ve mentioned before, a lot of us are some of the most abused, underestimated, overqualified, kind, and knowledgeable individuals you will ever encounter. With all of that said, there are plenty out there that give this particular career a very bad name. Just this past week someone reached my blog by searching for the terms “why are receptionists white bimbos?” We can see that you’ve made up your mind already, sir.
And yes I am making the assumption that it’s a man.
When I started out doing front desk work I assumed that it would be a part time, temporary gig that I would end up hating (like everything else I’d done…I need something different and exciting on a daily basis to keep my interest). Turns out that I was wrong. I have learned so much sitting in my big purple chair. Answering phones and working a front desk is not the most intellectually stimulating job that I’ve had, but it’s far more so than the day school was (there your brain slips into a “off air” mode and the only thing flowing through your brain during the few moments the din settles down is that awful buzz of white noise).
Things I Have Learned While Sitting in My Big Purple Chair AKA Stuff You Need to Know About Being a Good Receptionist

