RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Burned beyond recognition - a stressful day at work
has taken it's toll.
Pulled in ten different directions while nothing
Phones ringing, clients needing information, baby-
sitting while a mother-daughter review their files.
Watching to make sure they didn't slip out any
papers or documents - not being able to leave the
room for lunch until they were done with their hunt.
Receptionist being trained - can't answer phones -
other receptionist doesn't want to help and I am
pulled and stuck with phones again.
As a rule, ringing phones don't bother or agitate
me, it's just that for today, I feel angrily
frustrated for not being able to finish my own work.
(5: 16 p.m. - 1/24/00)
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