After the un-fun of my last gig, I am working with a new agency. They promptly found me a couple days of work as an executive assistant.
On one hand, this is great. I need the work. It's neither reception nor data entry. And it pays more than my usual rate. On the other, I'm a suit. Or rather a suit's minion.
In general, I hate wearing my suit. I feel so stiff and fake. And it's usually a harbinger of a shitty day. Yesterday was pretty rough. Each executive is very particular, especially regarding their phone calls. I have never seen a message book actually used until now.
Fortunately, today went much better. I ditched the suit in favor of something professional, black, generic. And my supervisor discovered how good I am at running errands and internet research. So I generally avoid the phones, opting for the other "useful" things. After 2 days, I am still screwing up, but figuring out slowly.
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PS. Welcome to the world Atlee June!
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