[Story 3 of 3 – Beginning]
“First, let’s stop by Linda’s.”
They wheeled the freshly-rebuilt computer over to their manager’s open door.
“Hey Linda, got a minute?”
“Sure thing, Rockstar. What’s on your mind?”
Hank leaned up against the door frame and Sammohini stepped into sight.
“This’s that computer we got your approval on. She’s gonna be ornery.”
“Sounds like it. I trust you both. Call me if you need reinforcements.”
Henry stood at attention, saluted, and they departed into battle.
They talked about their plan along the way.
“Are they gonna… yell at us?” Hank pushed the cart through an empty hallway in Eville Medical, while Sammohini looked over some paperwork like she was studying for an exam. “Nah, well, not at you. Maybe me, but it’s cool. I’ll just need your help getting the computer set back up as quickly as you can. You know where it is, just sneak in if you have to. We need to get it in there before they complain too much. If the desk is free, just cart the computer past us, smile, and that’ll be good. I’ll handle the talking.”
They arrived in the Accounting department to someone watching out for them.
“You must be IT.” The well-dressed professional stood up. “Yes, I’m Hank, and this is Sammohini. Are you Benton?” “No. I’ll get them. One moment.” Hank stood and admired the generic office stylings for the few moments it took for two people to approach. Sammohini had already jumped into the empty desk and started setting up the desktop. “Hi, I’m Hank with IT! Sammohini over there is just setting up Brenda’s new desktop-“ “She’s already got a computer.” “Are you Guntur? Well, as you saw in the email chain, we provided a loaner laptop option. They’re not for keeps.”
Sammohini tried not to focus on the escalating argument.
She set up the computer quickly, made sure it worked correctly, even that the cables looked nice, before returning with the empty cart to the livelier argument. “Why’d y’all have to waste everyone’s time setting up that thing?! We don’t want it!” Guntur pointed his finger at Sammohini. She froze. “Hey! Don’t point your finger at her. That’s just plain rude!” The young manager looked around at some of the people that perked up their heads from their desks. “You’re right…” More people stood up to watch the spectacle. “I am very sorry. We’ll return the loaner laptop. Thank you.”
Sammohini continued spacing out, staring at the empty cart.
“And…?!” Hank folded his arms and stared intensely at both Guntur and Brenda. “Miss, I sincerely apologize for pointing my finger and yelling at you. I hadn’t intended to get so emotional. Please accept my apology.” Sammohini looked up, feeling slightly more relieved, but still anxious. “It-It’s OK…” She subconsciously pivoted the cart away and dashed off. “Alright, computer’s online. I’ll call later today to validate functionality. Bye!”
They returned to Linda’s office for a closed-door meeting.
“Sorry that happened. I’ll take care of that little rat bastard.”
|Sources: My professional experiences.|
|Inspirations: Unlike the previous two stories, I wrote this one without reference to any previous events in my life. The conflict might, therefore, feel a little forced, maybe because I haven’t had this direct experience, but I’m happy with it. That hypothetical conflict represents situations I’ve been in well enough.|
|Related: Somewhere in the Sammohini Arc of “The Story.” Third of three stories: 1, 2, 3|
|Photo: Taken on a job somewhere out there…|
|Written On: May 11th, 27th|
|Last Edited: May 27th|