Who the hell are you, Mr Director of Whatever?

This one's really driving me batty!


I was hired as a... god, what was I hired as?  My official title is Support Services Coordinator.  I sound pretty important, huh?  Well, I not!  My duties include being the member of this 6-person team that is office-based (while the others are on the road), designing all the menus, posters, newsletters, etc, etc that is needed for our various contracts all over the UK, and I even do the secretarial bit like typing up letters for the team.


Now I'm very well aware of my status here.  I have no university degree and I have not been formally trained in graphic design.  Everything is self-taught.  Because of this, I find that I am often not told of things that are going on in the outside world and, truly, it doesn't bother me.  I was hired to do what I enjoy doing: designing.  I couldn't imagine anything better.


Now for the 'driving me batty' part...


I get an email yesterday from some director of something-or-other to tell me, and 11 others, that we are now part of a rota to cover reception between 5 and 5:30pm, as our receptionist goes home at 5pm.  What??!!  Oh, and while she's on annual leave too.


I don't bloody think so!  Who the hell are you, Mr Director of Whatever?  Have you ok'd this with my boss?  Have you even asked me?!  No, you haven't.  And why me?  You know why?  Because I'm not a director, a bid manager, I never stray from my desk and I'm not a man.  I think that about covers it.


You might be wondering why our receptionist leaves at 5 when reception needs covering until 5:30.  Nobody knows.  It's nothing new though.  The only thing that is new is that the girl who used to cover it after our receptionist went home has now quit, leaving the company up shit creek without a paddle!


And you know, all this is not my problem.  I was not hired as a receptionist and I will not be starting now.  I will be taking this up with my boss.


 

28.11.03 17:30

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(11.4.04 13:59)
Covering reception for half-an-hour... These are the sort of demands that they just impose on us, without thinking for once that it would interupt of valuable time (ie blogging...)

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