A had been in my job for a little over three weeks when an unknown number came through to my office phone.
“Hello, Sony Press Office, Jemma speaking” I answered in my overly cheery telephone voice,
“Jemma, Kirsty from the fourth floor. I’m on holiday from tomorrow and Paul from marketing suggested that you might be able to cover the Simon’s reception while the person covering for me is on lunch” she said in a rushed and harsh tone,
“Well yeah, as long as Sharon is ok with it, I’ll check and let you know asap”,
“Don’t worry about Sharon, she’ll be fine with it. It will be one till two for the next three weeks. If you come up at four I’ll run through what you’ll need to cover”
“Ok, see you at 4” I said as the dead tone kicked in. She must have been in a rush.
I was still getting used to my own job, however at 4 o’clock Kirsty, a very stern, but ultimately efficient receptionist, ran through how to manage the reception. I honestly didn’t stand a hope in hells chance of remembering anything, however I took diligent notes in hope that I wouldn’t miss something out.
“And these are the extensions you’ll need, and here’s the diary, everything is booked in, name, time, contact number, but some people may call up to reschedule but all the details you’ll need are in the diary. Here’s the key to the copier room and if the tea bags run out its Stephs turn, down the hall on the left. Ok?” she exhaled and stared at me tentatively
“Steph, tea bags, down hall left. Yes, I believe so. If I need major help…” I asked but she cut me off before I had even finished
“Call Janine, she is the assistant to Simon’s PA. Her email address and numbers as inside that draw”
“Ok, well that seems fine” I said as I glanced down at a set of notes I could barely make out
“You’ll be fine, if you assist the whole press team I’m sure you’ll be fine here” she said reassuringly. Had I managed to let me professional persona slip, and that she could see I was petrified?
“Thanks” I said in the most confident tone I could muster.
If I manage to fuck up over this three-week period I would be massively in trouble. Working in Simon Cowell’s office surely meant he had the authority to fire me on the spot.
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