Front Desk on a “Quiet” Sunday Afternoon

The time is 1:00 pm on a Sunday afternoon and I am being radioed by the front desk worker for lunch coverage.  I quite enjoy this hour of “peace” because being an introvert, this time allows me to recharge my youth working batteries and charge into the afternoon.  Several minutes pass and I sink back into the glorious comfort of the front desk throne contemplating a quiet hour answering calls, feeding walk-in youth and conversing with them.  But then… BAM! The entire population of Vancouver has decided to drop off tons of clothing and house ware between the hours of 1:00 pm and 2:00 pm. Wowzers!

I summon super hero-esque powers to multitask beyond my wildest dreams, answering phones, writing receipts, thanking donors, letting shelter youth in and out, pressing buttons, and sweating bullets.  The hour is up; I’m 5 lbs lighter and finally have time to reflect.  I am overwhelmed at the sense of community.  So many people had taken time from their weekends to donate and give pieces of themselves to help those that are less fortunate.  It also really hammered home the fact that the front desk staff does an amazing job as the “face” of Covenant House.  Their job is hard.  Those guys are superhuman.  I need a quick lay down.

The time is 1:00 pm on a Sunday afternoon and I am being radioed by the front desk worker for lunch coverage.  I quite enjoy this hour of “peace” because being an introvert, this time allows me to recharge my youth working batteries and charge into the afternoon.  Several minutes pass and I sink back into the glorious comfort of the front desk throne contemplating a quiet hour answering calls, feeding walk-in youth and conversing with them.  But then… BAM! The entire population of Vancouver has decided to drop off tons of clothing and house ware between the hours of 1:00 pm and 2:00 pm. Wowzers!

I summon super hero-esque powers to multitask beyond my wildest dreams, answering phones, writing receipts, thanking donors, letting shelter youth in and out, pressing buttons, and sweating bullets.  The hour is up; I’m 5 lbs lighter and finally have time to reflect.  I am overwhelmed at the sense of community.  So many people had taken time from their weekends to donate and give pieces of themselves to help those that are less fortunate.  It also really hammered home the fact that the front desk staff does an amazing job as the “face” of Covenant House.  Their job is hard.  Those guys are superhuman.  I need a quick lay down.