A lot depends on how any visitors view us. As with anything else if you're invited to dinner a lot depends on your role in the event. The experiences of honored guest, waiter, and main course tend to differ.

It also matters as to how any visitors characterize themselves. Interplanetary scientists will want to study you. Biologists might be into dissection. Anthropologists into seeing your society function. Better the later than the former.

Interplanetary preachers will want to convert you. Failing that, kill you.

Interplanetary capitalists will want to exploit you and the planet. We might hope they find us cute and entertaining. As a pet don't be surprised if you get neutered, muzzled and put on a leash. We might be trained to perform tricks. Or relegated to a zoo.

I suspect our value as labor would be minimal. Robots are cheaper, stronger and far less demanding. We might be tasty. Which isn't all bad. We have far more chickens on planet earth than the species justifies on its own merits outside it being food for humans. Farmers spend a lot of time and effort keeping their livestock healthy and productive, if not entirely comfortable. We might be bred to have more meat and smaller brains.

That assumes they don't have some way of generating food outside growing it. I suspect that there would be some exploitation of humans as food if they eat meat at all. The desire to try a new species as food is pretty strong. It is like the old joke about whooping crane tasting a lot like bald eagle.

Then again we might not come up to that level. Humans might just be 'something they step on'. As they use the Eiffel tower to scrape humans off his giant boot. They might find this a lovely planet except for the unfortunate infestation of humans. Nothing a good fumigation won't make right.

I think the piece gets it about right. Stand still, practice radical humility, and work on getting them to recognize humans are intelligent. I would work on the cute and entertaining angle. With a lot of luck a pet human might be accepted as an alien's best friend. We will have to work hard on the 'sad eyes' and 'not crapping on the carpets'. So much for dignity.