Do I look like the receptionist to you? Yes, I do.

I happened to be standing at my office reception counter today, stamping some documents. Our receptionist was away in the pantry.

The office door bell rang, and there was a courier man standing outside the glass door.

I let him in.

He came up to me, and asked me to acknowledge receipt of a package. Before I know what is going on, he started shoving half a dozen papers in my face asking me to stamp here, sign there and date that.

For some unknown reasons, I complied. Well, I was already holding the company stamp, wasn’t I? So I stamped this, and that, and signed that and this.

Courier Man: Miss, don’t have to stamp there. That one is your copy!
Frou: Orh.
Courier Man: No, don’t stamp there also. That one have to write date.
Frou: Orh.

Several of my colleagues walked pass without batting an eyelid. Either they did not notice, or everybody is secretly delighted that their legal counsel is being ordered around by the courier dude.

Except our office’s security director.

Security Director: Oi! Frou! New job ar?
Frou: Orh.