July 14, 2003
Busy busy busy
I walked into work this morning, a little late myself, to find 50% of our staff gone. Considering we only have ten people, that would make five people out: two sick, one on holiday, and the other two that are on temporary leave. So that meant triple duty for me. I can't say that I minded the work, as I've been pretty bored lately. The phones ringing, faxes coming and going, do this, do that, quick quick. I miss the fast pace of a busy office. I miss manning the front desk and the PBX with a dozen incoming lines.
As a second job, I worked PBX at a hotel for about a year, and it was one of the best jobs I ever had. I worked the night shift, 3–11 pm, and it was fun. Normally I hate talking on the phone, especially for personal calls. I would much rather sit and talk face to face. But for business it's so easy for me, maybe because no one can see my facial expressions or other gesticulations when I'm totally annoyed at the business call that I have to take. I loved being the switchboard to whom everyone went for an outside line or phone messages or dinner reservations or whatever. It was a job that made me feel important and needed. Oh, that says so much about me.
This hotel job was pretty cool. I met lots of famous people (ooh and aah). The front desk staff at night was fun and friendly. One of the guys who worked the front desk was so fucking hot, I would get turned on every time he talked to me. And he had this way of making you know and understand that he was bisexual and always looking for a good time with whomever came along. He had the nicest hands and he played classical guitar. I won't say his name here because that would just be rude, but honey wherever you are, you made my job so much easier. I actually looked forward to working because of him. I didn't mind having to wear a sport coat and tie every night!
I have tried to find a job like that since then, but I've never found one. I know it wouldn't be the same, and it's such a bad idea to try to relive the past through other people anyway. Well, except for the PBX thing. I could do that again. And you know, it's the perfect kind of job for me. The pay is a step above minimum wage, which no one can live on anymore, but I like it. "Thank you for calling Quail Lodge. How may I direct your call?" It still makes me laugh.
