Arrangements
Monday morning the interview was postponed to the next day as the connection did not work. Avoka’s dad was also in the house and already started his usual moaning that whatever Avoka was doing or saying wasn’t right, not good enough and was complaining about whatever he could find.
The next day Avoka had the intervie and it was successful. The company offered her the job and they agreed on a starting date on the fifth. Avoka started to make arrangements for her move to Dublin. To her surprise the housing costs and accommodation, even in the hotel, were much higher than expected and the company, which was an Indian outsource company for that Internet giant based in Dublin, suddenly said there was no relocation package. Avoka thought for a moment, great, if they don’t pay it, they don’t really care; instead, they had offered to increase the total income. So, they were off any risk in case it didn’t work out. This was normally the moment where Avoka would have said no and she should have said no. But as she thought this job was so interesting in internet advertising she desperately wanted to do it. To avoid any further trouble here with her father she tried to make her stay as short as possible and booked a flight for the upcoming Tuesday.
Organized as she was she managed to arrange everything on time and had solved all issues by Friday so she had the whole weekend off, still waiting to see if there would come an invitation from Hunt. He kept the contact rather low so that Avoka decided to look out for something else, something that would be better than a weekend with Hunt, and there she had found something: a fashion charity gala with prominences and Top Models and one of her favorite DJ’s. She enjoyed a great night and met one classmate from 9th grade who was an actor and played for those national soaps.
Sunday night, again she hears her pinging sound with a message, “Are you awake?” A message from Hunt. She replies
“Yes, awake.” And the phone rings. Hunt.
“Oh, where were you last night? I saw your pictures on Facebook. I would have liked to go there, too.”
“Well, I had not heard from you. I had the idea that we might could have met at the weekend. So, I was looking for something better than maybe a night with you.” Avoka replied.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter–well, actually it does, but…” And he kept quiet, then saying, “I was very busy but if I had known this…”
Avoka, thinking if he’s got other priorities then I better have, too then answers, “Well, you missed it and on Tuesday I’m leaving for Dublin. I got that job with the Internet company.
Hunt said, “You make me laugh, seriously?! Then you are the outsourced Indian guy, now? That’s not what people will ever think of when they hear about the outsourced Indian guy that at the other end of the call center the reply comes from the hot and cold, blond German girl.”
Avoka says, “Well, that’s how twisted the world can be, isn’t it?”
Hunt agrees, “Then can you also do an Indian accent? Otherwise you will make them suspicious.” Avoka in her best Indian accent replies, “Yes, sounds funny, he? How can I help you, anything I can do for you? I will make you special offer, you won’t regret.”
Hunt says, “Not, bad, actually, when you sound like that.” Avoka, back in her normal voice, says, “Forget it. You missed your chance. Good Night.” She puts the phone down and finally goes to sleep.
Arrival at Lower Baggot Street
Tuesday morning everything is ready, set and she takes off on her way to Dublin. After a half hour drive with the bus from the Airport Avoka arrives at Lower Baggot Street and walks the road along towards 99 Baggot Street
to be continued….
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