April 27, 2011
Happy Administrative Poor-fessionals Day!
Let's all celebrate our inner Joan Holloways and make someone in the office cry!
"Connie, you had better bring me some goddamn coffee, or I will sharpen my pencil in your cootchie."
You know what I love about Administrative Professionals' Day? Not a damn thing. I hate that I am old enough to remember when it was still called Secretaries' Day. I hate the bitter disappointment that inevitably comes with it. And I hate that no one is going to give me a Joan Holloway Barbie.
I mean, my God -- if any human being ever came close to Barbie's actual proportions, it's our Joanie!
At work, I continue to be underwhelmed by Vy's warmth and friendliness. She refuses to fawn over how awesome I am. I just wanna shake her by the shoulders and say, "Don't you know who I am?! Every executive in the building would give their eye teeth to have me!"
I guess I'm just not used to working for someone who plays absolutely everything so close to the vest. And my reaction is downright pathetic. I hang on every smile, every chuckle, every teensy inquiry as to how my weekend went. I'm considering asking PhD Boss to pass her a note during study hall.
Do you like Wenchie?
___Yes ___No ___Kinda
Gag me with a spoon. The final decision being that, yes, they are posting my job, and yes, I am going to have to interview for it.
Well... I guess I don't have to. I could just tell them to suck it. Walk outta there Jerry McGuire style.
WHO'S COMIN' WITH ME?!
I'll bet I could get at least one person.
But worse than no adoration at all would be the perfunctory #1 Administrative Assistant coffee mug, or flowers obviously purchased at Jewel on the way to work. Although a mug of coffee purchased on the way to work would be nice...
People, if you are lucky enough to have made the decisions in your life that led you to have a support staff person, be awesome to them today. Yes, I know. They get paid. It's their job. They should have finished college instead of dropping out to become a full-time waitress because they didn't want to have to keep seeing their stalker ex-boyfriend in the halls of the local community college.
But remember, we work their asses off, too, and we, most always, get zero respect. And we are awesome people who do a hundred things a day for you that you aren't even aware of, and then go home and do a hundred awesome things you're even less aware of.
Best gift you could give us? Hand us a twenty, tell us to buy ourselves lunch, and you'll see us tomorrow morning. Because that's what we really want. Time off, and not to have to eat lunch with you.
And fellow poor-fessionals -- buck up, little soldiers. You know I love you. And if you can't find it within yourself to channel some Joan today, remember that Jane Hathaway is also perfectly... adequate.
Comments
Amen, sister, A-fricking-men.
Posted by: vicki at April 27, 2011 06:49 AM