Does this look like the face of someone who is amused? Because I’m not, and I’m making this face at you. Yes you, the old hag who came into my clinic today and insulted me. For those who don’t know I am slightly Joan Crawford-like in that I am a little unhealthily obsessed with orderliness. My desk at work is always spotless and my inbox is always empty. A place for everything and everything in it’s place. I am not ashamed to say that my clothes are organized by color in my closet at home. What? It’s perfectly normal and Joan would agree with me.
Anyway, back to the harpy. So this woman comes in and says, “your desk is so clean. Do you do any work back there?”
Let’s break it down, shall we? I do a lot of work at my job. In fact, you could argue that I work twice as hard because not only am I doing my normal day-to-day job as a receptionist, but I’m also keeping my desk and surrounding area immaculate at all times. Since when did cleanliness become associated with laziness? Just because my desk is clean does not mean I’m not working.
