He joined the department with the assistance of a guardian angel; they created a position for him and bypassed many of us with solid experience. Wasn’t deemed necessary for him to have the expertise that was so vital for the extremely detailed, regulated work we did with Documentary Credits, aka Letters of Credit.
I covered territory out state, away from main office. It was great – I could take the position I created and soar! Part of what I did was to arrange customer and prospect calls for the big guns from Main Office; get top level experts for big clients, impress them and get big accounts. Bob was one of those guys.
I managed to get an appointment for us with Whirlpool. Yes, that company. Got us in to explain some rule changes that would affect their export shipping area. It was to be a nice show, with a computer and projections and handouts. Did the presentation with Bob before hand, or rather did all the work, tried to get his input, and put together the show. It was his show – he presented, I’m a local contact.
Now Bob was coming from main office the day before and staying over night. I planned to meet him for breakfast and we’d drive over to the headquarters – their headquarters, the big house! A couple days before Bob calls me and whines that I should come down the night before because he want to be all alone at the hotel. This is an adult, a business contact whining about how he doesn’t want to have to stay there all alone. Come on! Put on your big boy pants.
Now I travelled out of town over night I had to kennel my dogs or get the pet sitter in at additional cost to me. Just to babysit Bob?!? It was less than a 90 minute drive for me. Made no sense and I didn’t want to go through the whole kennel thing, you know night before, extra day, make last minute reservation, blah, blah blah to babysit little Bob.
Got that settled so the morning of the meeting we meet for breakfast at his hotel Of course with Bob discussions were never about business. He is a fun guy, but we have work to do. Now we’re sitting in the reception area at Whirlpool. Clearly Bob is mulling things over; he does that annoying lip smacking thing and I know something is up. He says to me, “Why don’t you read the overheads? I don’t want to have to use my glasses.”
My initial thought is ‘You’re such a limp dick’, but sometimes I do manage to stop thoughts before they pass my lips. Instead I have a valid excuse: new contacts. Since I know I didn’t have the task of reading, I used this opportunity to work on breaking them in (never did adjust to them); I have a problem getting them to rotate so I can see clearly, especially to read.
Okay, he can’t get out of it. We get into the meeting room, everyone assembled, niceties over, and presentation gets going. Bob has reading glasses and through the whole thing he fumbles them on and off, and on, and laughs, and off and on again. Generally bumbling through. We are a super regional bank; is this how big bank experts handle themselves?
Getting past the halfway point, the end just might be in sight. All of a sudden Bob says “I need to use the restroom.” They direct him and he goes out the door. Mind you, we are on a normal office floor, didn’t look too complicated as we walked through the work area to the meeting room. I make chitchat with the Whirlpool staff, and we wait. Time passes, I’m busy coming up with things to talk about to fill this unexpected pause. Words come out of my mouth but I’m thinking ‘where the fuck did he go!’ Then Bob enters, laughing and havin’ a good time. He got lost. Couldn’t find his way back! I’m gonna die! This is the guy I’m counting on to work to get them to direct business to us. I can’t make fee agreements. I can’t make staff commitments.
Finally the presentation is done. Time for questions. Close to lunch so naturally we talk about going out somewhere for lunch. They ask Bob to join us. His reply to this invite from Whirlpool is: “I have to get back because I’m going snowmobiling up north.”
Yet he outranked me, made more money and down the road got a nice retirement plan when First Chicago bought the bank.