"Goedemiddag met IQUIP, receptie Reeuwijk." This afternoon I get to work as receptionist. When the telephone rings, that is how I am expected to greet the caller. What am I doing downstairs behind the reception? Good question. As part of the general cost-cutting activities lately, it is expected that we all help out in one way or other with the more menial chores, if you don't mind me referring to them that way. I don't really mind, although it is not my favorite activity picking up the telephone and greeting visitors as they enter or leave the premises, keeping track of the badges, collecting the internal mail, that kind of thing. A sobering yet enlightening experience, getting to know more intimately the other dimensions of company life. Of course, my colleagues have to joke and mention something funny about me sitting here, chuckling as they walk by, but everyone has either done it already or will be punished soon enough. This is yet another role I have assumed with success. Knowledge and experience in a professional environment. I will add it to my resume, somewhere at the top: Class B Apprentice Receptionist, at your service.
