I was off for 2 days in a row, Sunday and Monday. When I returned on Tuesday I had 61 emails in my in-box. WTF!I need a REAL job!

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Sure, it looked like a glamorous position when you attended your friend's wedding last month. Watching the banquet manager, or maitre d’, escorting the bride & groom into the room, then directing his waiters in serving the food, then later even taking center stage during the cake cutting ceremony, seemed like a cool job. You even thought, hey, I would like to do that. Now it's time to tell you the truth!
I was off for 2 days in a row, Sunday and Monday. When I returned on Tuesday I had 61 emails in my in-box. WTF!

3 comments:
Perhaps a new assistant position is in order...Executive Electronic Mail Coordinator? Director of Spam? Chief Tedious Response Manager?
(Full Disclosure: I'm up to 32 unopened nuisance so far this morning.)
Oh my goodness! This post came at just the right time! This is why I was at the office for about 14 hours yesterday because I had no time to get back to all these people during the day/events AND I was already covering for bosslady....and the schedule, yikes! When the bulk of your staff are college students and you're going into finals.....oi!
I asked for a computer in my office at the turn of the century.
I had these big dreams to automate all the forms I had to fill out.
Oh, the time I would save writing things out by hand!
When I left six years later my office still had the micros system (c. 1982), a telephone and an adding machine.
I drew up the schedule by hand and got it printed by my fnb.
Also, when I left, accounting was still using Windows 3.1 on their machines.
I never had to worry about email.
Although I wish I did because it would have cut down on those annoying phone calls.
We had two phones.
An old wall mounted rotary dial mounted inside the ballroom service hallway and the one in my office.
No cell.
Just a five pound radio that I had to wear on my hip every day.
When I worked there it was like working in the 1980s all over again.
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