The Vendor in the Waiting Room

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The Vendor in the waiting room
Rohit was wearing a tie that day; something to do with the belief that the customer would probably give more regard to someone wearing a tie. The shirt was creased, and pants ironed and a sparkling new pen.
He strode into the waiting room, the same old waiting room with three different kinds of couches - One blue, one red and the third one with black suede and white stripes. It did look gaudy, but he decided he’ll try a new seat. The black one it was for today! It had been a long one month of camping; for the ever elusive purchase order. His schedule was pretty much simple:
Wake up in the morning, eat a bowl of oats, listen to ‘Lost for Words’ by Floyd and head out to this company where the commercial manager, Kumar had been promising the PO for the last one month, wait till evening, send out numerous SMS’s, call once in a while and come back dejected again, have a drink and go to sleep.
Today, Rohit felt it was different; all loops were closed and the director resolution was through too. The internal approvals for the funding were also through. He usually made the partners run around, but not this time. This was strictly his team’s deal, and he was letting a partner make 5% margin out of his and his colleague’s efforts.
The day saw some activity; being called to the MD’s room getting numerous phone calls from friends and making plans for the weekend after the deal was through. It had to, after all it had come this far. Over 9 months of selling to the management, and one month of camping at their office for the purchase order.
He met a lot of interesting people in the waiting room over the month, like the builder who had to get his cheque payment of close to 50 lacs for the building lease and fresh graduates still waiting for their offer letters. Then there were also those waiting for the purchase order, much like him. Same old story. The same darn story!
He would often see the MD pacing up and down the corridor with a smoke; managing to stalk and shame him into the purchase order. It happened today as well; and the purchase order was promised. It was Thursday, an auspicious day for Sai Baba devotees. He tried to recollect all the Thursdays he had been through in his stint as a sales guy. He could not recollect one bad memory of a Thursday. The day was magical, he assured himself.
It was now 6PM and no sign of Kumar yet and was Rohit was steadily emptying his stash of fags as well. It was time to barge into the office, having had enough of the waiting room. Kumar was sitting reading a magazine. That sneaky bastard was sitting in office all the while!
“Sir, can we have the PO now?”
“I am waiting for the MD to sign on it”
“Give me the paper, I’ll get it done”
He got up now; clearly surprised with the aggression Rohit had not shown for over a month.
“Just wait here”, he said and went into the MD’s office. He came in 5 minutes with the MD.
“Sir, we were really expecting the PO today and hope we are not disappointed”, Rohit said crisply to the MD. It worked.
Kumar’s assistant quickly took print outs of the agreements and MD signed them. But an agreement is still only half as good as the PO. It was 10 PM that day when he left for home. Thursday had been a saving grace, the agreement at least assured the release of the PO.
Early morning, next day after a special puja and lighting the lamp with extra oil and reading one whole chapter of Sai Satcharitra, he head out again for the waiting room. The commercial guy had called his at 11 AM. Rohit, was there at 10. Soon, it was 11. He called at 11 sharp - no answer.
He called again at 1130 and then again at 12 noon. He finally returned the call at 2 PM saying he would be there in office in an hour’s time with absolutely no regret. Rohit, had had just enough of it; and he decided to act quickly. The assistant manager was well mapped and the PO kept ready on his computer. The whole PO was typed by Rohit, just to ensure it was there in place.
Kumar strode in at 5 in the evening with the print out neatly laid out on his table; and Rohit was standing right there to ensure it was signed. Today, he had not worn a tie, just rolled up his sleeves and wore the pair of jeans that were pending a wash for more than a month. That’s the respect he had chose to give Kumar.
Kumar signed reluctantly, more so because Rohit had comfortably avoided all hints by him to pass on a kick back for the PO.
Rohit, strode into the waiting room for the last time that evening at 7 PM that memorable Friday. Weekend was there, so was the PO and friends would be waiting. The sofas in the waiting room looked different; they were no longer inviting. He decided to sit on the blue one for one last time, and see the PO once again. It read, One Million Dollars Only. As Rohit, read it over and over again he could not help remember all the days, when the waiting room was his only friend in all this mayhem. What do you know - a million dollar baby right out of the waiting room!
And he was off to the temple.

Rohit was wearing a tie that day; something to do with the belief that the customer would probably give more regard to someone wearing a tie. The shirt was creased, and pants ironed and a sparkling new pen.

He strode into the waiting room, the same old waiting room with three different kinds of couches - One blue, one red and the third one with black suede and white stripes. It did look gaudy, but he decided he’ll try a new seat. The black one it was for today! It had been a long one month of camping; for the ever elusive purchase order. His schedule was pretty much simple:

Wake up in the morning, eat a bowl of oats, listen to ‘Lost for Words’ by Floyd and head out to this company where the commercial manager, Kumar had been promising the PO for the last one month, wait till evening, send out numerous SMS’s, call once in a while and come back dejected again, have a drink and go to sleep.

Today, Rohit felt it was different; all loops were closed and the director resolution was through too. The internal approvals for the funding were also through. He usually made the partners run around, but not this time. This was strictly his team’s deal, and he was letting a partner make 5% margin out of his and his colleague’s efforts.

The day saw some activity; being called to the MD’s room getting numerous phone calls from friends and making plans for the weekend after the deal was through. It had to, after all it had come this far. Over 9 months of selling to the management, and one month of camping at their office for the purchase order.

He met a lot of interesting people in the waiting room over the month, like the builder who had to get his cheque payment of close to 50 lacs for the building lease and fresh graduates still waiting for their offer letters. Then there were also those waiting for the purchase order, much like him. Same old story. The same darn story!

He would often see the MD pacing up and down the corridor with a smoke; managing to stalk and shame him into the purchase order. It happened today as well; and the purchase order was promised. It was Thursday, an auspicious day for Sai Baba devotees. He tried to recollect all the Thursdays he had been through in his stint as a sales guy. He could not recollect one bad memory of a Thursday. The day was magical, he assured himself.

It was now 6PM and no sign of Kumar yet and was Rohit was steadily emptying his stash of fags as well. It was time to barge into the office, having had enough of the waiting room. Kumar was sitting reading a magazine. That sneaky bastard was sitting in office all the while!

“Sir, can we have the PO now?”

“I am waiting for the MD to sign on it”

“Give me the paper, I’ll get it done”

He got up now; clearly surprised with the aggression Rohit had not shown for over a month.

“Just wait here”, he said and went into the MD’s office. He came in 5 minutes with the MD.

“Sir, we were really expecting the PO today and hope we are not disappointed”, Rohit said crisply to the MD. It worked.

Kumar’s assistant quickly took print outs of the agreements and MD signed them. But an agreement is still only half as good as the PO. It was 10 PM that day when he left for home. Thursday had been a saving grace, the agreement at least assured the release of the PO.

Early morning, next day after a special puja and lighting the lamp with extra oil and reading one whole chapter of Sai Satcharitra, he head out again for the waiting room. The commercial guy had called his at 11 AM. Rohit, was there at 10. Soon, it was 11. He called at 11 sharp - no answer.

He called again at 1130 and then again at 12 noon. He finally returned the call at 2 PM saying he would be there in office in an hour’s time with absolutely no regret. Rohit, had had just enough of it; and he decided to act quickly. The assistant manager was well mapped and the PO kept ready on his computer. The whole PO was typed by Rohit, just to ensure it was there in place.

Kumar strode in at 5 in the evening with the print out neatly laid out on his table; and Rohit was standing right there to ensure it was signed. Today, he had not worn a tie, just rolled up his sleeves and wore the pair of jeans that were pending a wash for more than a month. That’s the respect he had chose to give Kumar.

Kumar signed reluctantly, more so because Rohit had comfortably avoided all hints by him to pass on a kick back for the PO.

Rohit, strode into the waiting room for the last time that evening at 7 PM that memorable Friday. Weekend was there, so was the PO and friends would be waiting. The sofas in the waiting room looked different; they were no longer inviting. He decided to sit on the blue one for one last time, and see the PO once again. It read, One Million Dollars Only. As Rohit, read it over and over again he could not help remember all the days, when the waiting room was his only friend in all this mayhem. What do you know - a million dollar baby right out of the waiting room!

And he was off to the temple.

No more waiting!

5 Responses to “The Vendor in the Waiting Room”

  1. VenkatNo Gravatar says:

    wow dude! wonderful post… a million dollar cheque to cap a month long wait.. that too on a friday evening! There are only two places Rohit could hav gone to mate- the temple… or the travern :)

  2. JagjeetNo Gravatar says:

    This is a fucking stupid story - full of made up bullshit

  3. vinniNo Gravatar says:

    @jagjeet: i appreciate your time to read the post, but I would really want to know what you found lacking here; over and above the fact that you are not convinced its a true story.
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