No big deal.
I can take my own trash out.
That was before we bought these doors.
Guess who gets to clean the glass?
Me.
Let's have a little math lesson here, shall we? That's eight panes per door. There are three doors. There are also 6 panes surrounding the front door.
That's right. There are 60 panes all total that I have to clean at least twice a week because people totally ignore the handles and think it's a good idea to put their hands on the glass.
Sure it is.
So, it's still no big deal. I have a pretty easy job. I answer the phone for 6 offices, I keep up with 70+ people, I take out my own trash, sweep the foyer and the front entrance, print Fed Ex labels, I occasionally clean my desk and I do windows.
This morning I added a couple of new skills to my resume. I should have only added one more job, but things turned out a little differently than I had planned. But I digress.
Back to the weed killing.
May I just say that I am probably the least qualified person in this office for this job. I have never made it a secret to anyone that the most time I like to spend outside is walking to my car from the inside of the mall. I do make exceptions for the beach.
Oh RoundUp you lie. It SO takes more than 15-20 pumps to get this thing going. A more accurate description would be "takes 15-20 minutes." Jillian Michaels would be proud of the workout my arms got this morning.
As I walked around on my first weed killing adventure out front, I realized something. I am completely unsure of what's a weed and what is supposed to be there.
While I was on this task, I had no idea I would soon develop another skill. Investigator.
As I was killing weeds and who knows what else, two ladies had entered our building, created a diversion and had stolen a realtor's wallet.
Chaos then followed and created a blur of events that a friend compared to something akin to DIY, Jerry Springer, Dog the Bounty Hunter and Cops all rolled into one. It's how we roll here.
The Realtor, C, ran out of the building asking which way they went. This brought untold delight because I've always wanted to say "They went that way!"
I told C to call the cops and had our maintenance guy go find the women, who had gone to the office next door.
Another young lady had witnessed the hand off of the wallet and came down to talk to me and tell me who had it. I walked next door with her for her to point the lady out. In the approximate 25-30 people in that office, all but the girl I was with looked as if they could stab or shoot me at any minute.
When I exited the building, my boss was standing there and I have never felt like hugging anyone more in my life. I gave him the info I had obtained and the description of the lady in possession of the wallet and got out of there....fast! Um, yeah, Dog the Bounty Hunter would be so jealous of my fearless skills.
In the end, the three wallet thieves were arrested and their vehicle impounded. It turns out these two women had already been involved in another crime and the police were seeking information about them.
What does the vice president of our company say about my mad, growing list of skills?
Indispensable.That's what she calls me now.
That's why I wear the headset.