I started a new job recently. I’ve moved to executive support (that master’s degree is really paying off). So, rather than being an administrative assistant, I’m now an executive assistant.
Now, I don’t mean to insult those who work in administrative fields. They are a talented bunch. They can juggle projects, personalities, and Post-It notes. They are supremely organized and cool under pressure. Not everyone is cut out for the role of supporting large groups or even small groups of demanding people. When I make snarky comments about my education being wasted, I am directing the disgust at myself for not actively pursuing a career in journalism.
The humorous incident from this new role occurred yesterday, as I shadowed the girls on the front desk (they like to be called “First Impression Coordinators”) to learn the phone system. During some down time, we cut shapes from paper (I’m not joking) for a birthday display on the employee bulletin board. I suppose I’m not as precise with circles as I should be because one of the FICs told me, “Don’t add scissor skills to your resume.” Wow. Really?
Maybe I should accept the FIC’s comment as constructive criticism because I suppose, ultimately, she’s just trying to be helpful. When I offered to stow a shipment of office supplies, she asked if I could figure out each item’s location without her guidance. I should point out that each station of office supplies is labeled (“Folders,” “Invisible Tape,” “Pens,” etc.). Unless I’m illiterate, I think I can handle it.
Oh, well. Instead of being snarky and annoyed that my intelligence has been insulted, I should appreciate the offer of help. Who knows? I might be begging for help once I’m immersed in my new, high-powered role.