The New Receptionist

Yesterday a lady came in to the office and asked for [the lady that's not my boss but kind of watches over me]. I said that she was in a meeting but should be out soon. That was at 2:05pm, her appointment was at 2:30pm.

2:30pm came and went and she waited, and waited and waited.

As it is now common knowledge that I am leaving, someone came to my desk to get the goss on why I'm going and when my last day is etc. Then the girl waiting in reception enquired as to whether this was my proper job or not. I told her that yes it was, but I had handed my notice in and would be 'outta here' in a week and a bit. Probably a tad unprofessional, but to be honest I'm way past caring. Anyway, as the time approached 3pm with still no sign of Niffy* we were in full flow having a really good chat. I was explaining exactly why I was wanting to move on, what I was looking for and what this 'job' lacks...

3:15pm and the visitor decided to tell me that she was actually here to be interviewed for my position.

Oops.

I didn't bother to back peddle too much, as she seemed really nice and I didn't want her to find herself in such a horrible, depressing role. As I got to know her a bit better though, I realized that she may actually be prefect for the role. She is traveling so isn't looking for any kind of responsibility or progression. She just wants to earn good money so she can see Europe at the weekends. Perfect! I told her so also and she seemed pretty keen.

Niffy* finally came out of her meeting at 3:40pm, she didn't seem to keen that me and the new girl seemed so pally, but it looks like the sucker who's job it will be to replace me has been recruited!


*The name of the lady who isn't my boss but kind of watches over me has been changed. Although I almost feel it is time to name and shame the evil dictator!