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I am NOT your maid. When you get your coat out of the closet, close the door. Men are worse at it than women, but when a woman does it and stares you dead in your face she marks herself as a former receptionist. It's great that you are an executive or lawyer or whatever now, but that doesn't mean you can just crap all over the reception area with your disdain. You probably pee all over the toilet seat in the bathroom, and if you don't have a housekeeper I already know what your house looks like. Judging by your actions it seems as if you probably do have someone to clean your house, to close all of your closet doors and probably wipe your butt.

There is one of me, just one. There are 300+ of you, this means that after I meet you once I may not remember your name or even your face after I have run into 299 other people and their visitors a week later. I tried ginkgo baloba, doesn't work. I understand you are a manager/partner/on the 2nd tier of importance in the company but there about thirty or more VIP's including you and how many of me? That's right, Einstein, one. I am glad you are smart, so am I, but you don't even know my name so how do you expect me to remember yours? Now, the hot guy behind you, I met the same day as you, his name is Brad and he went to Harvard. He is on a partner track and still single. He is also a capricorn. He has a thing for brunettes and he has several women calling for him many times a day and he is summering in Martha's Vineyard this year because the Hamptons are so over. So you see I don't have the time or the patience to remember what your name is, got it?