grow up to be receptionists. Gah, I ache.

As a fill-in-where-I'm-needed office assistant, I get to do all sorts of different jobs. Today I got to be the receptionist. Yesterday, too.

Between the constant ringing of the phones, the running through the office to find people, the paperwork, the filing, the sorting and everything else, I'm exhausted and my legs hurt. Remind me never to take a job as a receptionist.

Still, I get paid pretty well to do it.

Sleep beckons ...