Tuesday, February 12, 2008

• In the "Self-satisfaction" department...(NO, not that kind, you wankers)

  I did a really good job today.  Like... a really good job, for an office gopher.  We had visitors from outside today, doing a prep-evaluation of our services and departments and such, and my boss was the host.  I made sure everyone had copies of everything, that the equipment was returned, that my boss was aware of his guests comings and goings, that he had all the "out of the blue" copies of last-minute documents he needed, when he needed them.  I ran around all morning and afternoon, schlepped back and forth, held doors, tourguided, was cordial, polite, well-informed and dare I say it, charming, even.   All this without anyone having warned me of anything, even though this meeting's been in the works for weeks, AND having been able to sneak in a 50 minute cardio session at the gym in between.

  Yep. I did good.

  A really good job, and nobody will ever tell me so, I'm sure of it.

  But you know what?  I don't care. 

  I've come to realize that secretaries are the great unappreciated force that keeps most companies, institutions and organizations afloat.  I mean... if all the secretaries in the world suddenly took the day off, things would cease to function as we know it, judging from how I've seen my boss handle himself with the photocopier.  (I arrived a moment short of him taking a bat to it.) Oh sure, the big cheeses do all the important stuff and they are very smart.  Yes, they definitely are, and I couldn't do what they do.

  But they couldn't do what I do, either, not to mention with such sheer grace. (No one can enter data or phoneschmooze for free office supplies like I can.)    A secretary is best when she's not noticed... like uh... The Force.  As a Jedi...you can feel there's some omnipresent power guiding you through your daily motions fluidly and without a hitch... but you can't really see it, only tell it what you want with the right intent, and watch things work themselves out. 

  That's me.  That's us, office gophers, pencil-pushers, data-entering-dorks, you name it.  The Force.

  No one appreciates secretaries like they should be appreciated... but I'm fine with it.  It's not like I do this job because it fullfills me as a person.... but that I can derive my own kind of fullfillment from a job as menial as this, makes ME a better person-in-training.

   

  So yes.  Excellent work today Liz, you done good. 

  *rides off into the sunset, stapler in hand*

   

  In the "nobody tells me anything" department...

  So, it turns out that on the Hospital's official organizational chart for our department... I'm just below my boss.

  "Elizabeth Lee - Agente administrative"  (Administrative Agent.  I sound like a spy but really, it's just a glorified, politically-correct term for a secretary.)

  Uh.... what? 

  Wasn't I a lowly, data-entering, pencil-pushing, speech-correcting, document-translating, photocopy-whoring peon 5 seconds ago? 

  And far more urgently, shouldn't I be getting paid more?

   

  Conclusion: I'd better step it up and stop fucking around on Xanga so much.

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  Random edit: I will be using my 4000+ credits to give people Valentine's minis.  Because I'm cheap, and want to perpetuate some affection at least, if I'm not gonna get any action on the 14th.  Hah. 

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