Recently was chatting with the owner's rep for the project that I am working on currently.....on the issues of work, workforce, some senseless banter and also on the issue of Management..
A lot of my colleagues know this guy in question.....on the whole he is a nice guy albeit his strong character. The main thing is...he GET THINGS DONE. I have no doubt in my mind that this bugger will be an asset to any company that he joins because of his Management skills.....thats why some Datuk is trying to pull him away from his present position.
For the record, I sometimes argue like shit with him because both of us have strong characters BUT we are good friends...work is work and play is play..
One thing that He and I agree on is the P.I.P methodology of Management....whats is P.I.P.?
Praise In Public and Punish In Private....thats P.I.P.
Why P.I.P. one might ask.....well for that we have to relate to a nature called The Human Nature....
The Human Nature in all of us makes us have:
- the want to be praised for everything good that we do. Praising in public further heightens ones self esteem...some will even walk on air if praised in public ( get my drift? )
- the want to be given due and recognised credit for all good things that we do......the term walking on air applies here as well.
- the want to be rewarded equally with the effort shown.
- the hate to be screwed or ticked off in public.
- the hate of not being recognised for accomplishing objectives
- the hate of others taking credit for our accomplishment(s).
Some might find it difficult to praise their subordinates....I still dunno why as of this posting....and am still baffled by the fact.
Lets face it, the satay fanners who keeps the Managements' balls cool are also out looking for a praise right? eventhough some of them take credit for what others do....the bottomline is they do it because they want to look good and live for a praise.
I for one, am not selfish with praising...my motto is.....do wrong kena screw....do good get praised. For me the same principle applies in everyday situations and everywhere ( at work and at home ).
Wonder if "styles" will change for the better after this particular project....one thing is for certain though....there is a particular asshole trying his very best to get praised, raised and promoted by the Management by emailing everyone about his fucking accomplishments.....WHEN...everyone knows that the bastard didn't do anything at all ( from day 1 till today ) except parking his black ass at the site, trying his best to look good in his Management styled wear and inserting stupid meaning so called proactive wordings in his emails......all the best to the bastard in question.
2 every1 his/her OWN.....................
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
P.I.P.
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Rest In Peace Shearwey
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Sunday, July 08, 2007
Transformers 2007- Their War, Our World
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Friday, July 06, 2007
On The Road Again
Tune of Willie Nelson's "On The Road Again" comes to mind when the instruction came down for me to go to Sudan....again....
"Kaotim"ed wifey by promising her a shopping trip to Bangkok and Pattaya when I get back....no deffering or cancellation this time cause I paid for the trip liao......hehehehe....that got her smiling from ear to ear.
Sudan.....land of a 25 year Civil War and Unrest...guarantee culture shock for newbies upon touching down. Temperature variance are at a scorching 52 Degrees C ( max ) and a bone chilling 14 Degree C ( min ).
Will be staying at the Grand Holiday Villa ( Khartoum )....located beside the Nile River ( White Nile I think ) and a stone's throw away from the Sudanese Goverment Prefecture ( lotsa riots and demos ). The Grand itself is not bad...but not that good either....spa is available ( crazy ar? )...so is a swimming pool which they have to top up with water every few hours because of the high evaporation rate ( HAHAHAHA )....food at the Grand taste lousy as hell but the free wireless access in the lobby ( limited time only ) and the air condition serves as a consolation and respite against the harsh and unfamiliar enviroment.
The Goverment of Sudan assures the safety of guest at the Grand by parking 3 to 4 Jeeps armed with heavy calibered machine guns at all corners of the hotel ( yeah...I feel sooooo safe ). All the guest ( foreign ) are required to hand over their passports within 3 days of arrival for an exercise they call " Police Registration". Failure to do so will result in imprisonment...good huh? They claim that the Police wants the record to provide assitance in case of unrest but the truth is the paranoid buggers wants to monitor what we do, where we go, who we talk to, etc.
Taking pictures in Khatoum is at the risk of 2 weeks imprisonment and in the outskirts it is at the risk of death from the kampung people.....in this case, its better that one learn to keep thy cam in thy pants OR at least have the courtesy to ask first before thy start clicking away.
The Sudanese have a hell of a shopping centre that they are super proud of in Khartoum...its called AFRA. Afra is a fully air condition, 2 storey high building, as large as Hiong Kong Supermarket or your typical Mydin. The goods they are for the rich and super rich to buy only as they are all imported goods from Dubai, UAE and such ( mainly arabian countries ).
They is more to write on this heavenly country but not enough espace to do so.
To make it simple for those who have yet to have the pleasure of visiting Sudan, here are some simple steps to help you picture the place :
Imagine that you are in a time machine/capsule....you wave goodbye to your loved ones before closing the door....both your left and right hands are continously flicking switches and your brain is in overdrive mode to remember all the safety check list before the commencement of your flight back in time......with deliberate and precise movements, your hands turn the date dial back to the year 1960 and wait for the signal to ignite the Flux Capacitor ( copyrighted from "Back To The Future" ).....Green is achieved within a minute, the Flux Capacitor starts humming and you hesitantly press the magnetic switch to initiate the sequence........FUUUUWOOOMPH...then silence....you apprehensively open the door....you see dust all around, you hear people crying, screaming, laughing.....a jungle of noise throws you momentarily off guard....a swarm of flies invade your time machine which causes you to hurriedly step out and close the door.
You take a look around and say "FUCK! what have I gotten myself into?"....within a moment you are surrounded by black bodies...pulling at your clothes your hair...the smell makes you feel like puking....people asking for handouts, asking for your pants, your hat, your shoes...and whatever you have on.......your world swirls around as you try your best to grasp the situation at hand.........you realise that you are in hell........you turn around to get back to your live saving time machine but it is no longer where it should be.....you are alone...in hell.....THE END.
I have been travelling quite a lot these few months.....but the more I travel the more I relate to the age old saying of "THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME" ..ooops...before I forget....your credit card is worth shit in Sudan because of the sanction...so bring lotsa cash ( and balls ) when you go there,k?
2 every1 his/her OWN............................
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Monday, July 02, 2007
Bully, Victim or Idiot?
Was driving to office after dropping off wifey.....wound down my window in order to get a puff ( I don't puff while others are in my car )...happily cruising along in the outer lane and SCREEECH.... had to apply the brakes because an idiot thought it was funny to come out of a junction, immediately cut out to the outer lane and slot her BM "freaking" W in front of mine....at a snail pace at that!
Yours truly then applied the super duper defensive driving manouvere....chucking the lighter to God knows where, spitting the cigarette out of my mouth only to have in land between my legs, sandwiched between my arse and the seat....at the same time trying to serve left. Heard my tyres and springs groaning in protest, gears downshifted, engine revs was up to about 4500 rpm and finally my baby righted herself without a scratch.......fhhheeeeew.........
GOD! was I pissed! effortlessly overtook the idiot and gave a honk...while at the same time pointing my forefinger to my own head to the other driver which meant " HOOOOI!!! are you using your head my darling?" can you guess what her answer was?...........NOTHING! She didn't give a bloody hoot! not even raising a hand in apology OR a middle finger to ask me how I was. In return, I gave another honk...........showed my concern in her well being by giving her the famous and universally known middle finger and sped off.
Was thinking after the incident......what if I have got myself into an accident....an accident not caused by me....what if, while employing the super duper defensive driving manouvere, my car ran over some unsuspecting motorcyclist who has a wife and three kids at home....what then? In this case, WHO IS TO BLAME? The driver who gave the middle finger or the Lame Duck?
Remember the hype about "Road Bullies" not long ago in the papers? could it be all their fault? no doubt that some are real bullies but I seldom believe what I read in the newspapers.........110% chance that there will be different views on who is right and who is wrong if the newspapers were to publish both sides of the story instead of just the ones who were "victimised" and "traumatised".
To tell the truth, I might have made "something" happen if an accident were to occur...if so, will I be calssified as a "Road Bully" or "Victim".............
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