Working Alone.

So today while Jessica and her office are having their Christmas party, I am manning the reception desk. That means answering phones " Good Morning, thank you for calling this is Laura". Also side jobs, like contractors will come up, and people will randomly come in with questions. I usually don't have the right answers. One of my first calls was a man asking for i thought " Brian", and continued to tell him that "he" was out of the office. The man on the other line was quiet then replied, "umm you mean "she"". Come to find out New Zealand accents are actually like a foreign language. He was actually saying Branka, which is a strange name by itself.
I felt a bit awkward, and he fold it quite hilarious. So not only was I doing these activities, but also was solo in the office. Which in my case involved fast bathroom breaks. Seeing as I am the only person here to answer phones, I was dashing to the toilet and back. Its sorta like a mid day workout.

After sitting properly for a good 5 hours, I thought about putting my feet up and just relaxing ( which I did ). In the back of my mind i was wondering if they have one of those office video cameras. Then once a month the managers get together and watch, and laugh their heads off. I tried not to pull any wedgies or pick my nose. I couldn't spot a camera, but it doesn't mean its not there...dum dum dum.

Oh also, because I can't leave the desk area Mr. Ben, Jessica's fantastic boyfriend brought me my favorite bagel! It was a fantastic lunch, and I must do a shout out. Thanks Ben! Also the other evening Ben and I watch transformers... the new movie. A bit overdone, but still loved it.

so back to the back stories. I am almost done with my fully day, and am taking time now in the end to write a blog. ALERT: Bicycle Boy, Mail Man Pickup, and Crazy Lady phone Call

So as I was relaxing and reading when the elevator door opened. It was like a easy going visitor. This was a full of mail delivery in high speed. A guy came out, with his bicycle helmet, and sun glasses still on. Hair was a bit wind blown ( not unusual for wellington, but important for dramatic effect in the story). He came right at me with a a parcel, and mumbled something and ran back over to the elevator. I then was just holding it and watching, and then turned back around and said " I asked you for your name!". I quickly said " LAURA!" ah. He was in a rush. It was hilarious. kinda felt like i was on punked, and handled it all very well.

Afterwards another person came back up the elevator and was asking to pick up any mail. I continue to tell them the whole office would not be returning tell after 5 and would most likely be intoxicated. We then became instant friends. I never got his name, but I feel like that doesn't really matter. He asked me if i was going to meet up with them, and going pub hopping. I told him, I don't like to pub hob. You should have seen his face, my first encounter telling a wellingder that I don't drink. Shockly he took it well, and said he likes to pub hop. I told him he isn't alone here in wellington. He was trying to decide if he could leave work early cause we are his last stop for mail, and everyone doesn't come back to 5. I didn't get him my thoughts, cause i said if something happened and he got in trouble, I don't want him to blame the receptionist. He left shortly after.

Last but NOT least. The phone just rang and I picked it up. The lady at the other end said, " Gooooooood aftttterrrrrrrrnoon! is Ryannnnnnnnnn there?" I found it quite hilarious her dragging her words, and wish i could describe it better. Though i can't just image a funny lady calling and purposely talking long. its great.