The Deets on Why I Decided to Write this Blog.

I should begin this thing by first admitting to you and to myself, although guardedly, that I probably don’t have the best attitude about this Reception job anymore do to the abundant idiotic interactions forced upon me due to my subservient standing in this company. I was always under the (unfortunate) impression that most people, I’ll pick a number and say 80 percent, would naturally respect someone who is kind and intelligent, hard-working, and helpful. Just as disastrous was my belief that at least half of the remaining 20 percent would come over to the winning side—the side with me on it—once they got to know this charming person and saw her smile. (Still talking about me.)



I should also confess early on that hardly anything anyone can say in response to whatever I write in this website of personal experiences will be a necessary conversion factor…if the intention is to remind me about peace, love, and humanity. On the contrary, the main purpose of this blog is simply to bring to light the unkind, indifferent, and sometimes hilarious treatment of Receptionists (and show you how you treat each other) through descriptive experiences. I assure you, I pursue the knowledge of those precious treasures habitually. It is because of that mission of enlightenment that I have encountered the empathy deficient ones that seem to over populate the industry I find myself trapped in at the moment. Because I feel it is such a negative, degrading, and annoying experience often times, I find myself spiraling steadily into a gloomy and redundant existence, a long way away from the light and creative, loving and fun person I know myself to be. To help me break that cycle, a friend suggested I record daily the things that are done or said to me in the office in this position as a sort of release. I do not wish to drag it around with me like a sack of rotten potatoes that I have been assigned by the Universe. I do not want to one day realize I broke my back, dislocated my shoulder, or otherwise ruined my health lugging this depressive load. I want to see the world as a beautiful place but sometimes can not see past the people who remind daily me how ugly they can make it.


Therefore, I am writing this blog to expose my truth (epistemologically speaking) no matter how disappointing, disdainful, or comical it reveals itself to be.

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