12:12 p.m. - 2005-06-07
One of my co-workers is on vacation this week. This sucks for me because the only other co-worker I have (besides one dumb-ass employee in training and a receptionist) is the boss' son. Use your imagination a little. I'm basically doing the work of four for the pay of one. Because Jules an I have to double time it when we're both here. I hate insurance. I think I've said it before. But the pay is great and I get three weeks vacation plus unlimited sick days. What do you do? AND!!!! My office is less than 10 minutes away from my house. So is staying here just laziness or am I uninspired? You decide. Either way, I don't really give a fuck.
New coworker in training bellowed out to me yesterday, "You have a call on line three". Quite the professional myself, I bellowed back, "Who is it??"
And that's how you train new receptionists to take better messages. Because trust me here, I've tried the conventional teaching methods. ie. Here are the pens, here are the message pads. Please get a WORKING, LEGIBLE phone number along with a first and last name on all messages. Or better yet, if writing skills are beyond you, send them to my voice mail. That didn't work.
So I tried, "Hey, take a message. Write that shit down so I can read it too!" This did not work either.
So I have resorted to blatant rudeness.
I'll let yall know how this works out for me.