[Our company's receptionist earns only four thousand reminbi yuan a month, but nobody seems to care]
Our company has a receptionist who only earns four thousand reminbi yuan a month. Every morning after clocking in, the receptionist sits at the front desk, either engrossed in her phone or disappearing for ages.
Sometimes, when we need to pick up a package, the front desk is empty, and no one answers the phone. Colleagues often complain about her, saying she's a professional at slacking off on four thousand reminbi yuan a month.
Until last month, during a torrential downpour, the company received an urgent message: our partner, Mr. Wang, was coming to sign a contract, but the administrative supervisor who was supposed to handle it was on a business trip. The boss was frantic in his office.
They called around, but the sales department was out of town and could not get back, and the technical department was busy with a project; nobody could take over. Mr. Wang's car was already downstairs.
Just then, the receptionist ran in, her trousers completely soaked, clutching a plastic bag. The boss, seeing his furrowed brow, did not scold her. "Why are you so late? Mr. Wang will be here soon. Go to the door and greet him."
The young woman did not say a word, stuffed the plastic bag into the reception desk drawer, and turned to hurry towards the elevator. As soon as Mr. Wang stepped out of the elevator, the young woman greeted him, speaking confidently and naturally: "Hello, Mr. Wang, I am the receptionist. The supervisor is away on a business trip today. I will take you to the conference room first. The contract you mentioned last time required three clauses to be revised. Our legal department has already revised them, printed them out, and placed them on the conference room table. You can take a look."
Mr. Wang was visibly taken aback, clearly not expecting a receptionist to remember such details. He then nodded and followed him to the conference room.
On the way, the young woman continued, "You mentioned last time that you like Longjing tea. I bought some at the convenience store downstairs; it is still warm and has been placed in the conference room. You are out so far; your shoes must be wet, right? I have spare slippers at the reception; I will bring them to you in a bit."
The boss, following behind, glanced at her and thought it was all worth it. Even he himself had not remembered all the details, yet this young woman remembered them perfectly.
Upon arriving at the meeting room, the young woman poured tea for Mr. Wang, handed him the contract, and he wrote the legal department's contact information on a sticky note, attaching it to the first page of the contract. Only then did he quietly close the door and leave. The entire process was swift and efficient, without the slightest delay.
Later, the boss spoke with the young woman and learned her background. It turned out she had previously worked as an administrative supervisor at an advertising company for two years. Then her father suddenly suffered a stroke and became bedridden, requiring constant care. She had switched to this receptionist job, which was only a ten minute walk from her home, allowing her to visit her father whenever she had free time.
Although the receptionist's salary was low, the hours were flexible. As for what everyone saw as slacking off, she was actually organizing the company's visitor registration form on her phone, meticulously noting important client needs and habits.
When she was occasionally absent, she was either helping the deliveryman downstairs sort through piles of packages or helping the cleaning lady with a bad back move heavy items. The reason no one answered the phone was because she had left her phone charging at the front desk and went to retrieve important documents from the parcel locker for her colleague.
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