It turns out I am either a much bigger deal than even I realise (if that's possible) or I am on Canada's Most Stalked Receptionists list. If I had a nickel for every time some complete stranger has greeted me like their long lost sister I would have... $1.35.
This scenario will usually play out in one of three ways.
Scenario 1
I will have no recollection of the person whatsoever. This will not stop them from unsuccessfully trying to jog my memory about the apparently life altering 2 minute interaction concerning local recycling pick up schedules that we had 3 years ago. Typically this results in their stunned disbelief that I have no idea who they are. I give myself extra points if the person leans in and quietly suggests that I must be a pretty forgetful and disorganized receptionist, which has actually happened, once again proving my theory that people suck.
Scenario 2
I will have no recollection of the person whatsoever until they jog my memory about the apparently life altering 2 minute interaction we had 3 years ago. I will then fake my delight about our reunion and greet them again, in exactly the same tone I used the first time, before I was reminded they were creepy, because I am a professional and even creepy people deserve good customer service.
Scenario 3
I will have an immediate recollection of the person even though I will let them spend a few minutes trying to jog my already jogged memory but I'll pretend not to know them at all because I'm having a douchey day. Then I will do it all over again the very next time I see them.
To be honest, my job isn't that complex and I've learned to make my own fun. (See also "Will people compliment the coffee if you make it with pencil shavings?'" and "I Dare You To Steal This Pen")
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