Conversation with a Pathetic Receptionist

I've been here close to three days. It feels like 3 months. Our receptionist is supposedly here from 10:10 a.m.-4:45 p.m. to help us out by answering the phones and clicking the lock on the front door to buzz people in, but all she does is make me crazy. Her primary responsibilites are rarely performed, as she is never at her desk. She's roaming around talking to people, going to the pantry for some water, going to the ladies room (because she has a key), and all these other elitist things that I'd love to do when I die and go to heaven. In the meantime, I'm answering the phone and not going to the pantry to hydrate myself because I don't have a bathroom key to relieve myself.

Which brings me to the subject of the Ladies' Room Key Conversation. It was suggested by my boss to ask Busy (my nickname for the receptionist) for a key to the ladies' room. I asked Busy yesterday, and nothing happened about it today. So, today I asked her again as I was on my way to the ladies' room:

"Whom should I call about getting a copy of the ladies' room key?"
"You don't have to call nobody about it, I'll do it."
"Any idea when that might happen?"
"I"ll call them."
"In the meantime, may I have the ladies' room key?"
"It's in the dish." (She points to a dish full of keys and paperclips and crap hidden behind her keyboard. The dish is right next to her hand. She doesn't hand me the key.)
"Which key?"
"The one with the flowers on the key chain." (again, points to it, touching it)
"Thanks." (The one also with your huge long curly black hair attached to it that's going to make me barf on my way down the hall?" Great. Thanks for all your help.)