June 18, 2012 in Uncategorized
Once upon a time there was a young girl. She was a wife and Mom and legal secretary. Her friend was a partner in a law firm and asked her to come and worked for him. His firm was near her little girl’s school and her home and so she left her job and went to work for him. Her office got the morning sun and the staff were all friendly. The young girl was doing what she enjoyed and she sometimes got to leave early to fetch her little girl and spend quality time with her or attend after-school functions. Life was really very good.
One day the lawyer-friend and his business partner decided to part ways and the split took most of the other staff away. All that was left were two lawyers, a filing clerk who came in every second day and the young girl. They had to move to smaller offices. Suddenly the girl was a legal secretary AND a receptionist AND a telephonist AND a filing clerk AND a bookkeeper AND a tea lady AND an office cleaner.
On the days when the filing clerk was away, after the very important typing etc was finished, she would wash the dishes in a bucket (their new office space had no kitchen) and sweep the carpet with a rag and an old flat box (the lawyers weren’t too keen on buying a vacuum) whilst trying to still answer the phone in between. And her office was in the middle of the building and had no natural light, never mind sun.
The young lady was trapped by the phone. She couldn’t go anywhere. She couldn’t leave early and spend time with her little girl anymore and on the days when the filing clerk wasn’t there she didn’t even get a lunch break. She felt more and more depressed.
And the job market offered very silly salaries for legal secretaries with twenty-six years’ work experience. And the young girl felt even more depressed.
And she knew she was going to have to stay there forever and answer the phone and she decided that she must have been a very bad person to be punished like this. And then she felt really guilty because at least she had a job when many didn’t. But she still felt very, very sad.
Fluit, fluit, my storie is uit ……….. and not a very Happy Day!