Did I tell you?

Ok, I'm starting to feel like a blog-whore. This is the third time today I've written on my blog! Eek! Let me explain...

Did I tell you I work reception? That explains the long amounts of time I have to kill, blogging and staying in touch with friends and family via e-mail. Reception sucks. It doesn't 100% suck, it only sucks about 80% It's not the companies that I've worked for have given me problems. Since this summer, I've worked for VMware Inc in Palo Alto (a computer software company that is able to many servers onto one computer); Future US in South San Fran, a magazine publishes magazines from PC World to Pregnancy; Legacy Partners in Foster City, a property management company that mainly has properties along the west coast; and now, Stiefel Laboratories (pronounced stee-ful) which focuses on pharmaceutical dermatology and now owns what was formerly Connetics. Fascinating, huh? The employees at these companies are great. Its the work that remains the same.

I sit at a front desk. I greet employees and visitors. I make sure visitors have badges, card keys, whatever you call the identification/security stickers. I book conference rooms and answer phone calls. At one point, I was afraid I would answer the phone with the wrong company name and confuse the caller. Luckily, it hasn't happened yet. Although, I did make that mistake in the past while working at a hospital and a restaurant. "Hello, Hamersley's!" when I was supposed to say "Hello, White 13!" Luckily the caller was an acquaintance of mine and cut me some slack!

The good thing is reception work is like getting (decently) paid while doing virtually nothing. The bad thing is: ditto. Sometime I feel my brains cells going numb, similar to the feeling my bum gets after sitting at the front desk for 8 hours. I yearn for something more stimulating where I feel I'm making a sizable contribution to society in a positive manner.

Then, there's also the people who assume that because you are doing a menial position, you are only capable of doing a menial position. Otherwise, you'd excel yourself much farther in life instead of being stuck at a front desk on your 26th birthday. It was kind of a blow to my ego. Where have I gone in the past 26 years of my life? How come I'm not already a Registered Dietitian working for a food company or out in the schools? It hurt a little, but then I remind myself: stepping stone.

Again, two more cents. Chauito!