My first job out of college was not the glamorous job I had dreamed of. I wasn’t an editor of some small but up-and-coming publishing house. I wasn’t writing articles for The New Yorker.
I was a receptionist.
When you’re a receptionist, people seem to forget that you need your personal space.
People also seem think that you’re their personal assistant just because you happen to answer the phone.
I needed the job, so I couldn’t say anything.
But I had more power than people gave me credit for.
Know EXACTLY what you’re talking about!! lol
Ahh, pet hate – people who think they are better than others just because they are better paid. Urgh!
You served them right, girl!
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This is so funnny!!!
Dirty trick. I approve. Sometimes you have to level the playing field.
Exactly.
This is evil, brilliant, and downright hilarious. Thanks for the Friday morning giggle.
I LOVE this one! Great revenge!
HA! The zooming in on the coffee pot – I was hearing the melodramatic music in my head.
I never understood the point of decaf anyway. Drink something else!
Oh yea.
Ah! This reminds me of when I was a receptionist and they would come up front with their lunch order and forget that I needed to eat too! So one day I paid for the lunch and let it sit on the table next to me for an hour. The hot food got cold, the cold food got warm and I smiled to myself. Moo Haa Haa.
NEVER forget the receptionist. EVER.
Awesome revenge!!!
Power to the peons! I’m an executive assistant who is also expected to serve as a receptionist – ironic, yes?
HAHAHAH!!! Ohh, I have totally done this! *clapping*
I was just thinking how delicious that pot of coffee looked… then the reveal… decaf… ugh… makes my head hurt!
This is one of my favourites. I will certainly never mess with you.
This is great. And in all seriousness, why would anyone mess with the receptionist? I was in sales for many years, and although I dealt with buyers at individual companies, without exception the most valuable contact in ANY company was the receptionist. When you’ve got the receptionist, you’ve got access.
Echoing the last comment, I will never mess with you, either.
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Coffee is the only thing that makes waiting rooms bearable!
I don’t drink coffee – I am immune to your super receptionist powers!
Oh, that is diabolical. Thank goodness our office has Keurig.
No No! When you are a receptionist, people seem to forget that you are human!