Girls are pouring into the company. Yes. 'Pouring in' at an alarming rate. It's not as if the company is already full of ladies...
Anyway, the general receptionist of the company took leave for a few days la, so there was this part-timer who took over her place.
So the story of me and the receptionist all started on one fine day.... which was yesterday, essentially....
*Ring Ring*
"Hi, Corporate Comms... Shen Yang Speaking"
"Hey... Hi... This is Melissa here from the 18th floor, receptionist"
"Oh, hi. (trying to recover from my shock because I thought the receptionist was supposed to be someone else. And this lady sounded younger too! haha.)" I gathered my breath and uttered the words in some funny accent, which sounded like a British; "What's up?"
"Erm, there's a parcel for (name) do you think she's around?"
"Well, I'm afraid she's not... Maybe I'll collect it on her behalf?"
"Sure. See you in a while."
'See you in a while'. YES! haha. she's looking forward to seeing me! hahahahaha.
Ok. Let's name this chapter, "What people say and what they really mean. (PART 2)". haha.
So technically, it didn't take "a while", because I didn't even wait for the lift. I sped up the emergency stairs to see the new "receptionist". haha.
As I walked on the wooden tiled floor, the sound of the shoes knocking against the floor. But something was louder, it was the sound of my heart beating.
Ok, brace yourself. The receptionist's counter is just round the bend. Could it be another "voice-sweet-but-fugly-monster-faced" case? Or maybe... There was no time for maybe. Before I realised it, I was already standing in front of the reception counter.
Face-to-face. Eye-to-eye. There she is! cute face, nice figure. best of all, all smiles looking at my direction. haha. ;P
Ok. Now, for the pick-up line.
I've made the eye-contact. Any corny or cheesy pickup line would land me in the "Never give your hp number to this guy" category.
"Hi..." I said.
"Hi!" she sounded a bit excited, which I never understood why.
"Well... Ok... So... Have you had lunch?" I totally forgot why I was up here.
"Well, it's only 11.30 in the morning and I don't suppose you had yours too?" She asked politely, even though it sounded like she had used a needle and pricked my butt.
Checkmate. Right... She's a tough nut to crack.
Shall I give up?
No way. Giving up now would be a significant sign of weakness on my part. So I said, "Oh yes, so where's (name)'s parcel?"
"Oh, it's over here." She replied with probably the sweetest smile. Back with a killer smile, almost as if nothing has happened. Got to be careful with this 'sweet chili padi' here. haha
Then I looked at the parcels on the floor, "which one is it?" I asked.
she smiled again, "Oh, all of it". All of it. and you told me over the phone just now that it was only 'a parcel', you.... sweetie pie..... haha. can't bear to scold her.. anyway....
shit. she smile is so sweet and that pair of eyes could almost pierce through you and electrocute you at 1,000 kWh. But it seems like everytime she smiles, there'll be something bad following after. In this case, is the parcel.
So I borrowed her desk phone and called my colleague and as usual, while waiting for my colleague, I talked to her la. haha. So she just finished A levels and will be working here till June la. haha.
The original receptionist coming back today...
Hope she'll be transferred to be with my department la. Haha. Anyway, just for your info, my department is full of people. In fact, it's flooding with people.
But I seriously don't mind sharing my desk with her, you know. haha. It's decent enough for two persons. haha. Ok.
Stop dreaming. Back to work now...
*receptionist**
stop dreaming, damn it.
posted by yang @ 6:06 PM
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