My initial days of waiting and the history-Part 2

Ok by now its my 12th day of sitting at home. Meanwhile i got myself a nice dress (diwali shopping) So was a little happy about that!!!

Ok then back to the history. Where was i?? Yea I had to send a mail to them. So thats exacty what I did, and a lengthy one at that. Then I wait, and wait and wait. Nothing happens. No reply. This was a "deja vu". Wikipedia describes "deja vu" as, French for "already seen". It is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously. I hope you must now know what I must be feeling. (Hated that feeling)

So what I do next? I call them up. Speak to the same guy and he says it has to be 28th Dec. I then ask them what proof can they give me that they will call me in Dec and they have absolutely no answer to that. So now my dad dearest also gets worried. He says go to their office and speak to him directly and get it confirmed. Now I had serious doubts whether he would agree to meet me. I call him up and ask him what time will he be free so I can meet him. And guess what he says? Actually I'm hardly ever at office. (He doesn't wanna meet me!! that .......) So I use another tactic. I tell him, you tell me the time you're there at ofice and I will come at that time. Just need to speak to you for 10 min max. He tried to avoid that question by saying,"You can always mail me (which he never replies) and you can always call me (which he never picks up, bcoz by now he recognizes my number through his caller id). I don't leave him so he finally says ok I will call you back and let you know. (I had just scored a goal)

So I wait (as usual) for another two days, but there was no call. And again like predicted he didn't pick my calls. (I was getting charged for every call, bcoz it reaches a stupid automatic answering machine which says, "the mailbox for person you're trying to reach is currently unavailable!!!) It was extremely frustrating. Fianlly i decided to go there myself(mostly after a lot of cajoling from my dad) This office is somewhere before Hebbal. For those who dunno where Hebbal is, trust me its too too too far. It felt like I was driving to another city altogether. Finally I get there,park my bike and get to the reception. My next hurdle, from there I was unable to reach him. He was again not picking my calls. I asked the receptionist if I could speak to anybody from the HR, my frustration showing on my face. I dunno if she felt pity on me or just wanted to get rid of me (since I wouldn't move from her desk) she finally made me speak to a woman from HR. I again narrated my story, and she said she won't be able to help. Now I was so desperate and so angered at their behaviour! I almost screamed (almost, i kept myself in check) and asked her as politely as I could if she could give me a number so that I can speak to the concerned person. This she said she can. The receptionist smiled at me seeing the relief on my face. (it really showed i guess bcoz she had no idea what i was going through) I took down some numbers and finally gave the first number a call. My wonderful luck, nobody picked it up. So i tried the second number. Again a lady picked it up and I repeated my story. She said she wasn't the person i'm was supposed to be talking to.(i think at this point of time i could've strangled anyone who was in front of me, and thankfully nobody was) So i calmed myself and told her the name of the person I was communicating to for so long. She said "Oh him!! Hang on I'll connect you to him." And I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Finally I get to talk to the "one person" who i've been wanting to meet. So the phone rings and rings and rings!!! (I think i was getting used to it by now)

Suddenly I heard the most loveliest word(at least at the moment I felt so). That guy picked up the phone and said "Hello". I couldn't believe it. I asked him for a few minutes of his time. I was finally gonna meet the person behind all my woes in life. (not exactly all but the cause of most of my headaches) He finally came and said yea tell me. He was not very old, probably 27 or 28. And he was acting like the entire selection was on his stupid almost bald head. Well he apologized profously and said he was the person who was gonna send the offer letter so he will do it. No he didn't give me anything in writing but somehow convinced me that thay will send me the offer letter by dec. Just before leaving he said, "Don't worry. You'll be on board by the year end. And I'll see you on the first day!!" Was I convinced?? Hell yes!!! I almost had tears in my eyes. Just so that I will be more convinced, he said "you can send me a mail regarding this and I will reply to confirm."

I was ecstatic. As soon as I got home I sent him a mail, which he very promptly replied like he told me the following day. (Ok so now I was convinced enough to breathe easily)So that was the remaining part of the IBM saga. One thing though. I did try a lot to postpone my leaving the present company (my ex-company that is) but they wouldn't relent. (That is a different story which I'll write maybe another time) So I said what the hell. Finally i end this sad but true story with what my dad said. (and is still saying)This is a tamil saying. So I'm gonna write it the way its told in tamil. For all non-tamil readers, don't worry I'll translate it in english!! "Arasan ne nambi, purushan ne vitteain". Which exactly translates to "Believeing the king, I left my husband".