The Gate Keeper

First, can I just tell you, I'm sitting in my backyard on this September night while my country music tunes flood this quiet backyard city air, and it is COOOOOLD back here. seriously very cold.

I wanted to tell you how much I enjoy being the Gate Keeper.

At work, I am the receptionist, so I sit front and sorta center for anyone that makes it all the way back to our office at the end of the hall (there is the Casper, Where's Waldo company at the first end of the hall where people get off the elevator).  I also happen to sit beside our single large conference room.  I can't see into it, but I sit directly adjacent to it.  Most of our office is transparent glass walls, but the wall between my desk and the conference room is frosted glass, so I can always see when someone is about to walk out the door.  The conference room large glass door (floor to ceiling) slides open so sometimes guests (and our staff) struggle with how to open it.  The doors are heavy and sit on railing that can be particular.

So once a visitor has made their way out the glass door, I'm well aware that they are coming out, such that I can be looking up directly at them like "YES, CAN I HELP YOU?!"

So whether people know where the bathrooms are or not, I think they feel obligated to ask me.

Or if they have to step out and make a call, they feel the need to have to say so.

On Monday, we had a fun visitor in the office.  and by fun, I mean a celebrity.  I'll try to use discretion.  She was married to a 90's metal musician, with a huge following, who committed suicide in the 90's. We will call her C. Love.  :-)

So she brings her rough-lookin' self out of the conference room, and, like everyone else, I am standing there looking like "YES, CAN I HELP YOU?"  (you may be reading this like I say it all nice and southern, it sorta is, but it's also kinda like how your mom would say it to you as a kid when you had guests over and the kids were outside playing and you would go inside and your mom would be like - "um, yes, why are you in here?")

So she of course has to give me an explanation.  "yeah, just gonna have a cigarette"

haha!  I'm alll..."oh yea, sure, no problem!"  haha, this makes me laugh.  like yes, go ahead, have your cigarette! good luck with that.

I need to make another post about why she really shouldn't have been having the cigarette.  my friend nat often refers to people that look rough as "she looks like she's been ridden hard and hung up wet to dry"  we don't really know what exactly this saying means. but it always fits.  it FIT.

back to being Gate Keeper.
it's fun.
my coworkers don't really acknowledge me when they come in and out of it during the day, but when the strangers have to give me their verbal "pass" in and out, it's entertaining to me.

"we" the office put a bid in on a new office space a couple blocks up. I hear it doesn't have glass walls. shucks.

I will find another Gate to Keep!