2 More Hours...Thats It? Really?

Today is day 3 of 3 (thank God!) doing the 9-5 gig behind the front desk at the Real Estate office. The office manager is out of town and I am filling in. I help out a few hours here and there, but no more than 4 hours in a row. This little 9-5 stint reminds me how much I HATE to be tied down! I almost lost it yesterday, and that occurred around 3:00 pm. So I spent two hours specifically reminding myself that banging my head against the desk will not make time go by any faster, it just gives me something else to do.

To help time pass by a little quicker, I decided to sit in on the "Technology Training" class we had this morning. A conference room full of Realtors with their lap tops, 3 of which knew just enough about computers to make themselves dangerous, and the rest of the room was still wondering what in the hell a blog was. I think I could have convinced half the people in the class that a widget is a small furry animal, and I would have liked to, except for the first hour and a half of my morning was busier than my entire day yesterday. I had 42 phone calls, 7 emails, and 2 people set the building alarm off between 8:03 and 8:36AM, which resulted in some security guard coming to my office to make sure everything was okay. Thanks, buddie! I think if there were an actual threat, and an actual intruder in the office, I would be killed by now! It is now 9:17, over an hour since the first alarm went off! Someone could have made off with half the office, including the hideous plant that is currently sitting in front of me. And this is the start of my work day....so glad it is Friday!

So I am thinking busy morning = lazy afternoon. Somebody please slap me upside my head for having such false hopes! Since real estate agents only get paid when they sell a house, they expect to get paid the minute before funds are transferred. So, for some reason, my Broker decided it would be a good idea for me to cut the checks....WTF??? Okay, that is what the office manager does, it goes way above and beyond the "Thank You for calling Windermere, this is Elizabeth...please hold" call of duty I am assigned to for no more than 4 hours at a time! Not to mention my black thumb when it comes to operating electrical devices, yup, that includes computers and printers! So naturally, the first check I attempt to print out, gets the wrath of the printer malfunction, which I am just about positive had something to do with me clicking PRINT. Apparently, this is a big problem. Not just a big problem, but a HUGE problem. I am not sure how or when this will be dealt with, but I hope I don't have to be a part of it, and I really hope a gang of under paid Realtors are not waiting in the dark ally behind my building when I get home. However, at this point, it is almost 3:00 and the thought of being knocked out at the first blow sounds less painful than banging my head against the desk repeatedly for the next two hours.