My office is directly behind a door that connects to the reception area. Receptionists get all the action. They know everything. And thanks to my location, I hear everything.
The general office ass kissing occurs for the most part, however; sometimes I get a glimpse into someone’s personal life that reminds me of the days I spent living in a small town in West Virginia. Other days, like today, I hear stupid conversations about organizing the mail room. Somehow I need to refocus the receptionist to start up that conversation about the IT guy that’s married and that chick from Accounting.
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