ぼくの日記

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Dechipering Hidden Messages...

19th July 2007, Thursday

When the cats are out, the mice come out to play....

All the directors, associate directors, group leaders, managers and any mother sons/daughters that belong discreetly in the "upper management" category are on their jolly way to Bintan for their annual retreat...
We had heard about this for a while but only the ultra-rare sight of one of our leaders (the Chinese one) in a very casual round-neck Tee and jeans which reminded us...
So basically all the authoritative figures including our French supervisor are now basking in the tropical paradise with their suntan lotion in their hands while we here just pretending hard to be diligent at work under the soggy weather (the sight of a downpour was a rejoicing moment after the excruciating heat for weeks)...

Well not exactly all the bosses are out...there were sightings of Shitty Green (or By labeled as P.E.N.O these days..go figure...) in his office, engaging in a conversation (and I hope it was just conversation they are engaging) with the rotund Goddess just before lunch... maybe the sense of remorse might have hindered him to enjoy himself with the rest and cast off his anti-social shell...NOT!

In fact tension had been escalating for the past week since last week's confrontation...
There had been blatant avoidance to have our eyes contact with him, in fact he was hidden in his obscure office for days...
Communication at best was only via e-mails when it is only necessary for purely work basis...
Then this faithful reply came, a full week since I had sent him the orginal email...

Thanks for clearing this up; and thanks to both of you for reporting this in the first place. Perhaps I over-reacted and unfairly singled out BY in my little outburst.

Take note of the usage of "Perhaps"...he might still think he is not at thw wrong when every possibility has pointed that indeed he is a small man who would bring personal emotions to work and persistently refused to admit his fault...

The last thing I want is a culture of blame or fear, and it is important that we can all admit any mistakes and accidents without recrimination.

Firstly the culture of blame is evident in any workplace especially ours when everyone worries more about covering their own asses
As for fear...fear of him...heehee... yeah right...

I guess the point I was trying to make is that, while accidents do happen, they do also matter, and we should all strive to keep them to an absolute minimum.

We held umpteen examples of worse off mistakes made by staff past and present which warrant a reaction much subtle from him... BY said it is personal against her, I had to nod in agreement...


I hope (and believe, don't get me wrong) that both of you are working with the confidence that the success and quality of your work really matters and is appropriately recognized.

This is the crux of this bloody email!!
Firstly what has it got to do with me?!
I was just pointing out that BY is a valued member of our staff and suddenly I was involuntarily sucked into this unsavory episode the moment I sent that email...
It is blatant we both had been bundled as "troublemakers" in his beady eyes and our exits will be perhaps a New Year resolution to him (maybe even earlier..)
He used "hope" about our work so far, reveals he still fails to recognise our capability, perhaps we don;t have Master degrees or chat about the pinnacle of scientific papers with him on regular basis...We Bad!

In any case, if you have any concerns or comments about this or anything else, please don't hesitate to talk to me.

Er... no way in flaming blue hell no!

With this reply was carbon-copied to our French supervisor, she must has assume that the recent restlessness has been resolved by itself...
However little did she know that, we had taken the reply in another perspective from which he has now viewed us as dispensable troublemakers...

A war is gonna be waged and in the tradition of "300", we had to conquer all adversities like King Leonaidis and his Spartans...

Think I need to hit the gym more often to sculpt my abs like those ancient Greeks, and honey, get ready my red cape, brass helmet and some Martell for the facial hair...cos "SPARTANS!! Tonight we dine in HELL!!"


Japanese word of the day: 戦争 (War) An inevitable one maybe rising when time ripes...

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home