Next day morning, I reach office with very little motivation and still heartbroken from the shock that I did not get promoted and someone else did. As I settle on my desk and start my PC, I receive a call. It was Natasha, sitting in Mr. Gupta’s desk.
I walk in the cabin and sit in front of her, she was wearing a silk blouse with a bow. The hair was lose and framing her perfect face, I keep sitting there as she types something on the laptop intently. When she looks up at me and smile I skip a heartbeat. “So where is the list of your responsibilities and projects that we were to discuss this morning?” I look at her blank. She looks at me in surprise, “I did not expect this from you, Vishal. Anyways I will give you time till lunch, get back with the list. And get me a coffee.”
I look dazed with the way she spoke to me, I felt like I was talking to a different Natasha, not the sweet and friendly colleague of mine. I get up and ask the office boy to get coffee for her and start working on the list. Once I am done I go back in to her cabin, and sit at her desk. She looks at the list and puts it aside. “Vishal, I am very disappointed by you. I am your boss now and you need to respect that. You cannot walk in to my cabin without my appointment nor can you sit here waiting for my time. I want you to follow some rules so that we can work better.” She stops for a second and I was still unsure of what to say, “But we are friends, and I use to work the same way with Gupta Sir.”
She ignores me, “Firstly you will call me Natasha Madam, not Natasha anymore. Its more appropriate. You will knock on my cabin door before entering and ask for permission to enter. You will not sit in my cabin until I require you to sit. These rules are for you to understand that we are not colleagues anymore. You can go now.” I leave the cabin furiously, without looking back.
At the end of the day, I leave home thinking what was she trying to do. I decide to confront her the next day and put things straight that she needs to respect me for my experience. Next day, again before I can start my work, Natasha calls me to her cabin. I just walk in and sit in front of her casually. She ignores me for a minute and says :
“Vishal, it seems you did not hear me yesterday, anyways I have more important thing to discuss with you so that can wait. I have gone through the list, based on the list and your experience, I think you are under-utilized. I am going to transfer all your current responsibilities and projects to the team and I want you to assist me for better functioning and I think your experience will work in advantage for us.” I feel like she has realized her mistake and she is trying to correct it. “If you agree, I can ask HR to get in action and get it sorted today itself.” I did not understand what she was trying to say, but I agree to her. She smiles at me in friendly but mysteriously.
The next thing I can see is, she making a call to HR head and says “Vishal has agreed to the role, please get the paperwork done.” I go to see the HR head just before lunch. She extends a paper which was showing my new designation as “Personal Executive Assistant” to Natasha Shankar. I look at it in surprise. I keep the paper down and say “I am not going to sign this shit.” “Vishal, watch your language. Please let me tell you that the company has full right to change your role as per the contract, you may not want to do the role, in which case you can resign. You know your notice period is three months. So for next three months you will still have to work as per the new role. Please sign this or take this as is, it doesn’t matter.” I am completely shocked at the response and the coldness in her voice. I feel like hitting her on head and run away.
I reach my desk and get call from Natasha. I walk in furiously. She says “I hope you got your letter for designation change. So you move your desk closer to my cabin. I need a lot of help and I am sure you will be very happy to work with me.”
“Natasha, I am going to resign tomorrow. This is not acceptable to me. You may want to start looking for someone else who can take this shit.” Natasha, looks at me with stern eyes “Vishal, stop using this language. If you want to resign please do so.”
Next day, when I resign, the HR says that I can’t resign until I complete my probation in the new role and if I am not fit for the role they will relieve me anyways. The HR head says that I should be thankful that the salary has not been cut and that Natasha has been considerate of the fact that you are very good resource. I look at her in shock and amazement, trying to understand what was going on. I walk back to my new desk dejected and not clear of what to do. I sit in front of the laptop and try to search for a new job, expecting that I will at least be able to quit this or leave this place without being jobless.