The receptionist where I work, let’s call her Cindy, is taking a lot of time off, at least in my opinion.
Normally, I don’t involve myself in whether my coworkers have a sufficiently strong work ethic. But receptionist relief relies almost completely upon myself and another coworker, let’s call her Annie. There’s not much phone work, because everyone in the office of about thirty people has direct lines for most of their calls. Most of the calls to the front desk are from salespeople, people having trouble with the restaurant website, and people with restaurant complaints. The phone also involves buzzing in delivery folks (Fedex, mailpeople, UPS, etc.) and people coming in for interviews and presentations and whatnot. It’s not a busy job. In an average hour you can expect maybe seven calls. But the post has to be manned (or rather womanned) 8-5 everyday.
Cindy also works doing roughly the same type of work I do. This means that the beginning week of each month is especially busy, processing invoices for the last month. It’s called “closing week”.
Well, Cindy was off twice this closing week, Tuesday and Wednesday. Annie and I split the days between ourselves sitting at the front desk as usual when this happens. I should also mention that at the front desk I have no access to my email or my Excel files, so what I can do of my job is somewhat limited to plain paperwork, which I have plenty of. But still, it’s making my regular work back up.
Well, okay, just work the front desk the two half days and then try to catch up. Fine.
I work the whole Thursday at my desk, fine. Today is Friday. I work through the morning, and then at noon, get my coat to go out to lunch.
But as I pass the front desk, I see Annie is sitting there. “Where’s Cindy?” I ask. “She’s not here today. Didn’t she tell you?” Annie says.
Well, I just express some surprise that I didn’t know, while inside, I just feel my innards collapsing. I tell Annie that I’ll just run and pick-up a sandwich, and eat it at the front desk, because when Cindy’s gone, I relieve Annie at 12:30 for the afternoon shift. I have some emails to get out. Annie says, no problem.
So I get my sandwich, leave it at the front desk, go back to my desk to do the emails, and by the time I get them out, I owe Annie a half hour of relief time. Annie says not to worry about it.
While we’re changing stations, I casually ask if Cindy is having family problems. Annie says no, she’s just taking time off. I say archly, “During closing week?” Annie just shrugs.
So now I sit here, during closing week, watching my workload get bigger because I can only do a half-assed job chained to the front desk. The boss is already pissed at me because a certain large vendor’s bills became overdue because I couldn’t keep up with it while the new software was screwing up so bad. The vendor started threatening to put us on hold. It’s not exactly my fault this happened, but I still want to straighten it out before the end of the year. And I can’t do anything about it now because I’m sitting here. For the third goddamn day this week.
I keep hinting that Annie and I shouldn’t be the only ones in the office relieving Cindy, but that’s going nowhere. Nobody wants to sit at the front desk taking customer complaints.
It also frankly bugs me that Annie takes the whole front desk situation so serenely. “Oh, I don’t mind being up here.” Great. So, I’m the bitch then.
I could go on, but I’m complaining about missing work, and that’s what I doing as I’m typing this into the Dope. I think I’m right to be pissed though. I don’t want to get Cindy into trouble, because I personally like her. But I’m still pissed about this though.