So I find out that Andrew was an alcoholic and he once somehow fell from the top floor balcony down to the first floor. Great place to work!
The previous receptionist, too, seemed to like alcohol a little too fondly and one day, my second day on the job, if i recall, Andrew got a call from down below and then, hanging up, looked at me and told me that I was to run downstairs and fill in for the receptionist "because she just quit her job".
I was like, "What, I'm not a freaking receptionist are you crazy, you go fill the chair". And I turned back to my work, only to find out, going downstairs for lunch, that the big boss was sitting at the receptionist's desk.
Ho ho ho.
Anyways, back to the main story line, the day after I was "coerced" into calling random CEOs for soundbites that had nothing to do with our work at all, but try telling that to the boss: I was twirling away on my desk chair when I see the boss approach.
"Hey," he said, gruffly, "We're good, right?"
I responded, "What's there not to be good about?"
"Ah, great," he nodded and went his way.
After which I found out from the graphic designer who works alongside me that he was really worried about how he treated me, forcing me to make calls.
"Oh," I said, "I just pretended to be on the phone the whole day, but he doesn't need to know that."
This is Part 5 of a series of "Real Talk" pieces wherein I finally talk about my real life and share some (not so) scandalous short (and sweet!) stories. To follow from the start click on the "Real Talk" label below for all posts in this series.
