A LOT OF WORK… & play too (Part 158c)
While waiting, the
sales rep for the telephone company called wanting to set up an
appointment to go over what new equipment we’d need to replace the
obsolete PBX board. Listening to him I had visions of a vulture
hovering over his prey as he started a sales pitch not 30 seconds into
the call. I shot him down by telling him that before anything got
started a survey of our current needs would be required. The present
configuration was, by no means, adequate. We’d added at
least five new employees since I’d started who needed their own phones.
We agreed that he’d bring an engineer on Friday. Just another project
to add to what seemed like a never ending list.
I was meeting with Jerry to see
how his ‘list’ of required forms was coming when Trish came over to tell me Hobie was on
the phone. I didn’t know what to make of that and when he asked if I
could arrange for Morris to come to meet the branch committee the bank and explain just how the
billing would work, I could’ve given him the answer right then and
there… “No way!”. Disorganized as Morris' operation was, on the surface it had appeared to be a ‘one man operation’. The surprising thing to me had
been that many of his customers were big banks. He’d done me a favor by
letting me come to his office and agreeing to supply, by comparison, a
piddling amount of premium/gifts. However, I told Hobie I’d call.
As expected,
Morris was in his office. At least the laugh I got from him when I
asked sounded good natured. Before he hung up I did get him to agree to
talk with Hobie. I connected the two of them and dropped off the line.
Back to waiting again but this time with a definite negative bent. Five
o’clock came and then five thirty. I’d just called Elle to tell her to
ahead and eat without me when the first of the Trustees started across
the lobby. I was the only one left to let them out the door and it was
almost as if I was invisible. It was Gee, the Trustee/attorney, who
finally acknowledged me. It was just one sentence… “Good choices and
we’ll do well with them.”
My analysis of the makeup of the branch
committee members was right on target. When Hobie told me who pushed
for the proposal I had a hard time to keep from letting out a little
chuckle. It was the same Trustee who was a member of my church and a
‘power broker’ behind the scenes with the school board. I knew how he
operated in both those organizations and fully expected to see the same
with the premium/gift situation. When Hobie finally appeared and said it
was a “Go!” it was a bit anticlimactic. But the decision took one major
headache off my list.
The next morning we were back up and
running as far as being on-line with the data center was concerned.
However, we had a real backlog of transactions that needed to be posted.
Bruce, from the data center, called to say that the phone company had
found some “glitches” in how they’d configured some of the switches and
the service should be better. That was the good news… the bad was that
the interruptions would continue. As the phone company added more and
more customers who would be using data transmission, each time a new
customer got ’switched on’ there was the potential for a disruption. It
was like a cloud over my head.
It was Thursday that I finally got
back to meeting with Jerry and his ‘assignment’. I could’ve saved him
the time because I had a folio of every form the bank used but I wanted
him to do the actual research. I almost knew before we started that he
wasn’t even close to having a complete set of the forms and I was right. He
didn’t have even one form from the mortgage department. I was laughing
(at him) when I asked how could he, running a branch of a bank who
specialized in mortgage loans, not have application forms to offer the
public. In my mind the guy was a loser and there wasn’t anything I could
do to change the Trustees decision to hire him. By the time we finished
up I’d identified, off the top of my head, at least a dozen missing
forms he’d need. Walking back to my desk I had the feeling that I’d be
making any number of trips to the branch to clean up ‘messes’ that he’d
create.
Speaking of messes, I had one of my own. Because we were
now into May and the ‘books’ of the bank had to be closed as of April
30, I had to see that all the deposit and withdrawals for the last few
days when we’d been off-line were posted. I asked for volunteers to
stay after hours to get it done and had a fair response. The one who I
didn’t expect was Lorie. Now a supervisor with no teller experience, she
stepped up to see the project through. The only caveat to her offer was
that she needed a ride home. Her father’s car had been totaled by a
drunk driver right out in front of their house. He was a night foreman
at a local aerospace facility and had needed her car to get to work.
Knowing the importance of getting the posting done I ‘bit the bullet’
and said I’d stay and give her a ride. As her home
wasn’t all that far away she would sometimes walk. But, since it would most likely be dark by the time
she was finished and there were no sidewalks, she wanted the safety of a
ride.
To be continued…
3 comments:
It is beyond my imagination as to why you were not the first choice to manage that new branch. The only thing I can see at that place for you is running the main bank or getting the hell out and into one that can utilize your management talent. Usually someone with talent is scouted out and they come calling, unless they are keeping you in a closet.
Unfortunately, the worse Jerry would do the more of a burden he'd be on you, so you couldn't exactly sit back and let him destroy himself. Hope it went well with the ride home that night, maybe a nice DP?
Bad
OB... actually, I was pleased where I was. My only real complaint was that Jerry was making the same money as I was and he reported to me. At that point in my career I hadn't been told what my career path was but having ever increasing responsibilities certainly indicated it was upward. A branch manager was just a glorified employee.
Bad... You hit the nail on the head. The Board members who hired him had no idea of his lack of ability. I was the one burdened by having to work with him.
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