Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Welcome to The Family
Working for a family company is a first in my entire working life so far. Meet my boss, his wife, his sister-in-law, his 2 children, his parents-in-laws...
As I suspected, working for a family business is more personal than working for a single boss or a corporation.
Very personal, in fact.
The annual christmas party was held last friday. It was decided among the staff that each of us would contribute 20€ for The Family's pressies. Everyone agreed except 4 other colleagues (who shall be referred as The Fantastic 4 herein). They think 20€ is too expensive. That caused a big hooha among some colleagues. They reckoned 20€ each for The Family once a year was not too much to ask for.
My exact sentiments as well. However, everyone is free to do whatever they want with their moolah. This is a free world afterall.
During the xmas party, food was bountiful with free-flowing drinks and gales of laughter. Everyone had a merry time. Presents were later given out. Each of us received a watch. The watches are nothing to shout about but it's the thought that counts.
Back to work on Monday. The Boss' sister-in-law who is also his right-hand woman, came around to hand out another round of presents. This time it's some gold-plated keychains with colourful embedded crystals. Very fugly...
In addition, we were invited yet again to another dinner. AND to a weekend trip in Europa-park which is a themepark with fully paid accomodation.
And guess who are not invited? The Fantastic 4 who did not contribute to the xmas pressie for The Family. It was an intentional act to show The Fantastic 4 the consequences when they refused to join The Dark Side of the Force.
More drama was to come. The next day The Boss went to speak to one of The Fantastic 4 and told her his disappointment in her refusal to share in the presents. She explained her reasons. Reasons accepted and The Boss invited her to the dinner that evening.
Before we left for the dinner, The Boss and The Sis-in-law called for a meeting with the rest of The Fantastic 3. No prize for guessing what the meeting agenda was. Apparently, one of them burst into tears during the meeting.
The meeting ended and The Fantastic 3 also appeared at the dinner.
I was flabbergasted. Still am.
All the drama just because your staff did not contribute to your xmas pressies???!!! What does it say about the attitude and mentality of The Family? Petty, small-minded, intolerant? Kicking up a big fuss over such trivial matters can only cast them in a bad light in the eyes of the employees.
But NO. On the contrary, certain employees feel The Fantastic 4 deserved the special attention from The Family because The Family has always been generous to their employees.
True. As of yesterday, we have already been invited to a grand total of 3 xmas meals by The Family. The most extravangant one was an italian 4-course meal. Totally delicious but absolutely excessive. Not to mention other small gifts we were given, like chocolates and wines which they received from other companies.
While the man had to pay for his own meal during his company's xmas party, much less xmas presents.
The Family is indeed generous. But generosity will not earn them respect and loyalty if the quality of their leadership is questionable.
For example, we are not allowed to turn down whatever events/functions we are invited to by The Family. Regardless if it's our best friend's or grandma's birthday, we are expected to call off whatever appointments we have just so to attend The Family's very important functions. Or else, you will be regarded as an outcast.
I can't help but wonder if The Boss' tendency of ruling with an iron fist has got anything to do with his romanian communist background or his being a control freak capricorn.
As I suspected, working for a family business is more personal than working for a single boss or a corporation.
Very personal, in fact.
The annual christmas party was held last friday. It was decided among the staff that each of us would contribute 20€ for The Family's pressies. Everyone agreed except 4 other colleagues (who shall be referred as The Fantastic 4 herein). They think 20€ is too expensive. That caused a big hooha among some colleagues. They reckoned 20€ each for The Family once a year was not too much to ask for.
My exact sentiments as well. However, everyone is free to do whatever they want with their moolah. This is a free world afterall.
During the xmas party, food was bountiful with free-flowing drinks and gales of laughter. Everyone had a merry time. Presents were later given out. Each of us received a watch. The watches are nothing to shout about but it's the thought that counts.
Back to work on Monday. The Boss' sister-in-law who is also his right-hand woman, came around to hand out another round of presents. This time it's some gold-plated keychains with colourful embedded crystals. Very fugly...
In addition, we were invited yet again to another dinner. AND to a weekend trip in Europa-park which is a themepark with fully paid accomodation.
And guess who are not invited? The Fantastic 4 who did not contribute to the xmas pressie for The Family. It was an intentional act to show The Fantastic 4 the consequences when they refused to join The Dark Side of the Force.
More drama was to come. The next day The Boss went to speak to one of The Fantastic 4 and told her his disappointment in her refusal to share in the presents. She explained her reasons. Reasons accepted and The Boss invited her to the dinner that evening.
Before we left for the dinner, The Boss and The Sis-in-law called for a meeting with the rest of The Fantastic 3. No prize for guessing what the meeting agenda was. Apparently, one of them burst into tears during the meeting.
The meeting ended and The Fantastic 3 also appeared at the dinner.
I was flabbergasted. Still am.
All the drama just because your staff did not contribute to your xmas pressies???!!! What does it say about the attitude and mentality of The Family? Petty, small-minded, intolerant? Kicking up a big fuss over such trivial matters can only cast them in a bad light in the eyes of the employees.
But NO. On the contrary, certain employees feel The Fantastic 4 deserved the special attention from The Family because The Family has always been generous to their employees.
True. As of yesterday, we have already been invited to a grand total of 3 xmas meals by The Family. The most extravangant one was an italian 4-course meal. Totally delicious but absolutely excessive. Not to mention other small gifts we were given, like chocolates and wines which they received from other companies.
While the man had to pay for his own meal during his company's xmas party, much less xmas presents.
The Family is indeed generous. But generosity will not earn them respect and loyalty if the quality of their leadership is questionable.
For example, we are not allowed to turn down whatever events/functions we are invited to by The Family. Regardless if it's our best friend's or grandma's birthday, we are expected to call off whatever appointments we have just so to attend The Family's very important functions. Or else, you will be regarded as an outcast.
I can't help but wonder if The Boss' tendency of ruling with an iron fist has got anything to do with his romanian communist background or his being a control freak capricorn.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The drugs don't work
I woke up to a gloomy weather with falling snow flakes. Besides the chilly temperature, the winter also brings along with it a bad bout of the flu and cold virus. Which is very common in this time of the season. Almost everyone in the office are somewhat infected with the cold. I am of course not spared by it either.
I have been fighting the flu virus for the last couple of weeks now. The cold comes and goes. I would get better early of the week after a well-needed rest during the weekend. By the end of the week, the symptoms of the cold would become full-blown again.
My exhausted body was too weak to ward off the persistant virus and finally gave in on Monday.
Why didn't I visit the doctor? Some might ask.
The idea of fighting a cold here in Germany or Europe is very different as that in Singapore. When we fall ill back home, we hurry to the doc to be treated with prescribed medications. Usually antibiotics would be given. After the course of antibiotics, we recover quickly in a matter of days.
The docs here believe in letting our bodies fight the virus instead of with the help of medications. Plenty of rest helps and a flu will have to run its course anyway. Therefore, it is not uncommon to have one full week of MC for a cold or flu without any prescribed medications to take home.
A Singaporean friend was once very ill and begged for antibiotics from her doc. Her request was however turned down. She wouldn't even have to beg if she were in Singapore. Antibiotics are given rather freely in the lion city, with hardly any questions asked.
So, did our frequent consumption of the drug resulted in our lower body resistance than our ang moh counterparts?
Of course, there are good aspects of the drug. For example, it is used to treat many bacteria infections such as sinus infections, kidney infections, bladder infections, etc.
But antibiotics often act without regard for the type of bacteria they are designed to attack. Which means they do not know the difference between the good bacteria and the bad. This can cause an intense lowering of the natural flora in the human body. The result of which may lead to everything from diarrhea to yeast infections.
There is also the risk of creating antibiotic resistant strains of bacteria. When antibiotics are not taken completely, this can lead to stronger strains of the bacteria. And when docs prescribe antibiotics for viral infections, such as the common cold and the flu, they are also adding to this danger.
But interestingly, antibiotics are only effective against bacteria but not against colds or the flu, which are caused by viruses.
I am no doctor but I think it would be good if the men in white coats could take some minutes off their precious time to explain their logic in prescribing antibiotics against, e.g. that infected throat.
Sure, who doesn't want a speedy recovery from whatever one is suffering at the moment? But if taking anitbiotics causes more bad side effects rather than the desired ones, then I guess I would rather stay in bed for a few more days for a slow but sure recovery.
Unfortunately, in fast-paced Singapore, we do not have the luxury of getting a full week MC just for flu or cold. Even so, should we make do with the drugs in exchange for a weaker immune system?
I have been fighting the flu virus for the last couple of weeks now. The cold comes and goes. I would get better early of the week after a well-needed rest during the weekend. By the end of the week, the symptoms of the cold would become full-blown again.
My exhausted body was too weak to ward off the persistant virus and finally gave in on Monday.
Why didn't I visit the doctor? Some might ask.
The idea of fighting a cold here in Germany or Europe is very different as that in Singapore. When we fall ill back home, we hurry to the doc to be treated with prescribed medications. Usually antibiotics would be given. After the course of antibiotics, we recover quickly in a matter of days.
The docs here believe in letting our bodies fight the virus instead of with the help of medications. Plenty of rest helps and a flu will have to run its course anyway. Therefore, it is not uncommon to have one full week of MC for a cold or flu without any prescribed medications to take home.
A Singaporean friend was once very ill and begged for antibiotics from her doc. Her request was however turned down. She wouldn't even have to beg if she were in Singapore. Antibiotics are given rather freely in the lion city, with hardly any questions asked.
So, did our frequent consumption of the drug resulted in our lower body resistance than our ang moh counterparts?
Of course, there are good aspects of the drug. For example, it is used to treat many bacteria infections such as sinus infections, kidney infections, bladder infections, etc.
But antibiotics often act without regard for the type of bacteria they are designed to attack. Which means they do not know the difference between the good bacteria and the bad. This can cause an intense lowering of the natural flora in the human body. The result of which may lead to everything from diarrhea to yeast infections.
There is also the risk of creating antibiotic resistant strains of bacteria. When antibiotics are not taken completely, this can lead to stronger strains of the bacteria. And when docs prescribe antibiotics for viral infections, such as the common cold and the flu, they are also adding to this danger.
But interestingly, antibiotics are only effective against bacteria but not against colds or the flu, which are caused by viruses.
I am no doctor but I think it would be good if the men in white coats could take some minutes off their precious time to explain their logic in prescribing antibiotics against, e.g. that infected throat.
Sure, who doesn't want a speedy recovery from whatever one is suffering at the moment? But if taking anitbiotics causes more bad side effects rather than the desired ones, then I guess I would rather stay in bed for a few more days for a slow but sure recovery.
Unfortunately, in fast-paced Singapore, we do not have the luxury of getting a full week MC just for flu or cold. Even so, should we make do with the drugs in exchange for a weaker immune system?
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
A walk down memory lane
The friends were supposed to meet at ours and head off together with us to an exhibition. After dolling myself up, I found myself standing at the window, awaiting for their arrival. A habit which I have adopted quite recently.
While mesmerised by the white snowy view out there, it suddenly dawned on me that I inherited my newly acquired habit from my father.
As a pimpled pubertal teenager with a rebellious streak, I was not contended with cooping up in out little flat after school hours. I craved to go out to the so-called big colourful world and see what it had to offer. Which actually means loitering with my then bestest buddies into the wee hours. Our favourite hunt was Changi Airport and Parkway Parade. Okay, not exactly the Big Big World I was dreaming about...
My rebellious phase was rather trying on my parents, especially on my father. My curfew was to be home before midnight and staying over at friends' was an absolute no no. I did not comprehend his fears and worries for my safety then as my head was too giddy with fun and frolic.
While my mother would be sleeping soundly in her bed, my father would stand at the window, waiting patiently for his beloved daughter to come home, regardless how late it was and how early he had to get up the next morning for work.
It's not that my mother is indifferent. When she was a young girl herself, my maternal grandparents were very strict with my mother. Hence, as a parent, she tries her best to make sure history does not repeat itself and allows her children the free rein to enjoy the freedom which she did not have.
Anyhow, each time I came home and turned that key to our flat's door, my heart would be thumping so, bracing myself for an earful from my father. Sometimes, he would go to bed without uttering a word. At times, when I went too far and came back unfashionably late, he would blow his top and heated words would be exchanged. Once, out of his fury, he spat these words at me, 'You will only understand when you have your own children!' To which I responded by storming off to my bedroom.
Eagerly, I looked forward to my 21st birthday because he promised I could have the freedom to do whatever I desired once I attained full age.
That day finally came and went. Like magic, curfews and fights vanished altogether into thin air. I was delighted: I am free!
I relished my liberation. However, I must confess, occasionally when I staggered home after some sessions at some watering holes, a tiny weeny bit of emptiness creeped up on me at the absence of my father's back at the window.
A classic case of taking our loved ones for granted, isn't it?
My train of thought was interrupted with the friends' arrival. With nostalgia welling up in my heart, I made a quick mental note that I haven't called my folks for weeks now. I better do it soon. Making calls back home isn't particularly one of my favourite pastime. Ours is a traditional chinese family which means we are not used to expressing our emotions freely. Hence, telephone calls are often punctured with awkward silences. We express our love in a very typical chinese way through questions such as how have you been, have you eaten, etc. Usually these conversations do not last more than 10 mins.
Even so I make it a point to call my folks as often as I can. Guiltiness is the culprit because I feel by not being at their sides, I fail in my duty as their daughter. The least I can do for them is to dial that number.
While mesmerised by the white snowy view out there, it suddenly dawned on me that I inherited my newly acquired habit from my father.
As a pimpled pubertal teenager with a rebellious streak, I was not contended with cooping up in out little flat after school hours. I craved to go out to the so-called big colourful world and see what it had to offer. Which actually means loitering with my then bestest buddies into the wee hours. Our favourite hunt was Changi Airport and Parkway Parade. Okay, not exactly the Big Big World I was dreaming about...
My rebellious phase was rather trying on my parents, especially on my father. My curfew was to be home before midnight and staying over at friends' was an absolute no no. I did not comprehend his fears and worries for my safety then as my head was too giddy with fun and frolic.
While my mother would be sleeping soundly in her bed, my father would stand at the window, waiting patiently for his beloved daughter to come home, regardless how late it was and how early he had to get up the next morning for work.
It's not that my mother is indifferent. When she was a young girl herself, my maternal grandparents were very strict with my mother. Hence, as a parent, she tries her best to make sure history does not repeat itself and allows her children the free rein to enjoy the freedom which she did not have.
Anyhow, each time I came home and turned that key to our flat's door, my heart would be thumping so, bracing myself for an earful from my father. Sometimes, he would go to bed without uttering a word. At times, when I went too far and came back unfashionably late, he would blow his top and heated words would be exchanged. Once, out of his fury, he spat these words at me, 'You will only understand when you have your own children!' To which I responded by storming off to my bedroom.
Eagerly, I looked forward to my 21st birthday because he promised I could have the freedom to do whatever I desired once I attained full age.
That day finally came and went. Like magic, curfews and fights vanished altogether into thin air. I was delighted: I am free!
I relished my liberation. However, I must confess, occasionally when I staggered home after some sessions at some watering holes, a tiny weeny bit of emptiness creeped up on me at the absence of my father's back at the window.
A classic case of taking our loved ones for granted, isn't it?
My train of thought was interrupted with the friends' arrival. With nostalgia welling up in my heart, I made a quick mental note that I haven't called my folks for weeks now. I better do it soon. Making calls back home isn't particularly one of my favourite pastime. Ours is a traditional chinese family which means we are not used to expressing our emotions freely. Hence, telephone calls are often punctured with awkward silences. We express our love in a very typical chinese way through questions such as how have you been, have you eaten, etc. Usually these conversations do not last more than 10 mins.
Even so I make it a point to call my folks as often as I can. Guiltiness is the culprit because I feel by not being at their sides, I fail in my duty as their daughter. The least I can do for them is to dial that number.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
The most ancient one who has walked the earth
I was spacing out in front of the PC one day, couldn't wait to get my ass off work. My 23 year-old colleague next to me was humming to a tune from the radio. A tune which I like too. I mumbled something about the song was cool.
She turned and stared at me, 'You are the coolest oldest woman I have ever known!'
I looked at her and replied, 'Should I laugh or cry at your comment?'
We both burst out laughing.
Inwardly, I was, 'Oh goodness, I didn't know I am so ancient in their eyes!'
Which reminds me the big Four O will be approaching soon in a matter of few years. Somehow the idea of getting that old freaks me out a little.
No, on second thought, the idea really scares the shit out of me.
Indeed the wheel of time halts for no one. Sigh...
But on a consoling note, my colleague did mention 'coolest' in the same breath as 'oldest'.
Heh.
She turned and stared at me, 'You are the coolest oldest woman I have ever known!'
I looked at her and replied, 'Should I laugh or cry at your comment?'
We both burst out laughing.
Inwardly, I was, 'Oh goodness, I didn't know I am so ancient in their eyes!'
Which reminds me the big Four O will be approaching soon in a matter of few years. Somehow the idea of getting that old freaks me out a little.
No, on second thought, the idea really scares the shit out of me.
Indeed the wheel of time halts for no one. Sigh...
But on a consoling note, my colleague did mention 'coolest' in the same breath as 'oldest'.
Heh.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
It's about time
After 8 long years, McLaren has finally made it to win the F1 World Championship this season.
The hero is of course none other than Lewis Hamilton. All owing to his winning formula of staying calm till the very last second and his brilliant racing technique.
He is certainly not one to be reckoned with.
The big fan at home is exhilarated. What a smashing race for him!!
The quest to beat arch rival Ferrari is at long last quenched.
The hero is of course none other than Lewis Hamilton. All owing to his winning formula of staying calm till the very last second and his brilliant racing technique.
He is certainly not one to be reckoned with.
The big fan at home is exhilarated. What a smashing race for him!!
The quest to beat arch rival Ferrari is at long last quenched.
Kiss my ass
Someone kissed my ass. Literally.
The ass of my car, I mean.
It was stop and go for the vehicles to turn right (it's left-hand drive here). My turn finally came but my engine stalled as I forgot to shift into the first gear. Before I was able to start my engine back on, a huge jerk hurled my colleague and I forward. The jolt stunned me. I wondered out loud to my colleague, 'What happened to my car??!!!'
In my confused state, I didn't realise the van behind me has just kissed my car. Until my colleague enlighted me.
My immediate reaction was to proceed to a carpark nearby to access the damage. The whole time, my mind was in a turmoil, 'Fuck! My car got smashed up after just 4 months! Why am I so stupid and forgetful and didn't change to first gear when I drove off!!! Damn! Damn! DAMN!!!'
I heaved a heavy sigh and could not bear to imagine how bruised my bumper would be.
The injury was however very slight. To my inexperienced naked eyes, at least. A slight dent on the number plate. The young driver apologised and we exchanged contact numbers for insurance claim purposes.
Later the workshop had a look at the damaged ass. Apparently, the mechanism on the bumper has absorded the force of the bump. Despite the unseen injury, this mechanism might not be functioning properly as it should now. Hence a repair like this would cost approximately 800€. Bloody daylight robbery!
The details have been communicated to the van driver. And for 2 days now we've been waiting for him to give us his insurance details. He hasn't been in touch.
We will call him tomorrow or else a visit to his bike shop will be inevitable.
Meanwhile, my fear has made a full comeback. Sigh.
The ass of my car, I mean.
It was stop and go for the vehicles to turn right (it's left-hand drive here). My turn finally came but my engine stalled as I forgot to shift into the first gear. Before I was able to start my engine back on, a huge jerk hurled my colleague and I forward. The jolt stunned me. I wondered out loud to my colleague, 'What happened to my car??!!!'
In my confused state, I didn't realise the van behind me has just kissed my car. Until my colleague enlighted me.
My immediate reaction was to proceed to a carpark nearby to access the damage. The whole time, my mind was in a turmoil, 'Fuck! My car got smashed up after just 4 months! Why am I so stupid and forgetful and didn't change to first gear when I drove off!!! Damn! Damn! DAMN!!!'
I heaved a heavy sigh and could not bear to imagine how bruised my bumper would be.
The injury was however very slight. To my inexperienced naked eyes, at least. A slight dent on the number plate. The young driver apologised and we exchanged contact numbers for insurance claim purposes.
Later the workshop had a look at the damaged ass. Apparently, the mechanism on the bumper has absorded the force of the bump. Despite the unseen injury, this mechanism might not be functioning properly as it should now. Hence a repair like this would cost approximately 800€. Bloody daylight robbery!
The details have been communicated to the van driver. And for 2 days now we've been waiting for him to give us his insurance details. He hasn't been in touch.
We will call him tomorrow or else a visit to his bike shop will be inevitable.
Meanwhile, my fear has made a full comeback. Sigh.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Jack Frost visits
A hurdle crossed. Another awaits.
I woke up to a lovely morning, with warm sunrays streaming into our pad. Only to find Jack Frost has left his prints of frosty crystal patterns on the car windows.
Which means very soon his infamous prints will be found on the streets.
Great.
Anyone care for a sleigh ride in a car?
I woke up to a lovely morning, with warm sunrays streaming into our pad. Only to find Jack Frost has left his prints of frosty crystal patterns on the car windows.
Which means very soon his infamous prints will be found on the streets.
Great.
Anyone care for a sleigh ride in a car?
Friday, October 17, 2008
I was in a fog
6:30am. Outside, it was as dark as the night. With a dense fog enveloping the suburb.
I warmed up the engine and waited for the fogged up windows to clear.
I drove off. There was a constant urge to wipe the blurred windscreen clean. Of course it had nothing to do with the windscreen. The visibility outside was very low.
Everywhere was hazy despite the street lights and car lights. How harzardous it was to drive in such conditions.
And a rather heavy traffic already at this hour did not make things any easier.
In spite of the biting chill, there were some who chose to cycle to work in a foggy weather like this. They certainly added challenge to my driving.
I wondered briefly if they cycled to keep fit or to save on transport cost. Surely, taking a bus is not that expensive and much more comfortable.
As I pulled into the carpark at the workplace, I was finally able to sit back and relax and heaved a sigh of relief.
Phew! A hurdle crossed.
I warmed up the engine and waited for the fogged up windows to clear.
I drove off. There was a constant urge to wipe the blurred windscreen clean. Of course it had nothing to do with the windscreen. The visibility outside was very low.
Everywhere was hazy despite the street lights and car lights. How harzardous it was to drive in such conditions.
And a rather heavy traffic already at this hour did not make things any easier.
In spite of the biting chill, there were some who chose to cycle to work in a foggy weather like this. They certainly added challenge to my driving.
I wondered briefly if they cycled to keep fit or to save on transport cost. Surely, taking a bus is not that expensive and much more comfortable.
As I pulled into the carpark at the workplace, I was finally able to sit back and relax and heaved a sigh of relief.
Phew! A hurdle crossed.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
His middle name is Control Freak
The media is relentless in its reports of the financial crisis. Headlines of a looming recession are on every press and every news channel. Every single day and hour.
It does nothing but unsettle the common folks. And they actually try to take advantage of such uneasiness.
A meeting was called for in the early week. The main agenda was to address the imminent crisis and how we can hinder the possible decrease in sales.
Shortly into the meeting, the topic was steered towards some other mundane problems. They rattled on and on.
My patience was wearing thin since these problems did not concern me. I asked if I was needed in the meeting. You see, I had better things to do than listening to these thrashing out. My request to leave was being turned down however.
Two and a half hours later, we left the room with no concrete plans or solutions whatsoever to the anticipated problems on the agenda.
What a perfect waste of time.
One thing they did achieve though. To instil fear in us. So that we would work harder and longer in order to secure our jobs in the company. With a recession, retrenchment will be on the cards.
My young colleague was totally out of sorts and fidgeted during the rest of the day. Till she went to clarify with one of them if her job is safe. It is. She is assured.
Devious scheme, I call it. Instead of ensuring a sense of security in the company, they rather have us operating in fear and panic. Just so to generate results. These results, if any, will not be long-lasting, I am very certain. Because no one can perform productively for long under the dictationship of fear.
Shortsightedness? Oh yes, it is in abundance over here.
And then they went on to hire 2 new staffs.
I don't understand these people.
It does nothing but unsettle the common folks. And they actually try to take advantage of such uneasiness.
A meeting was called for in the early week. The main agenda was to address the imminent crisis and how we can hinder the possible decrease in sales.
Shortly into the meeting, the topic was steered towards some other mundane problems. They rattled on and on.
My patience was wearing thin since these problems did not concern me. I asked if I was needed in the meeting. You see, I had better things to do than listening to these thrashing out. My request to leave was being turned down however.
Two and a half hours later, we left the room with no concrete plans or solutions whatsoever to the anticipated problems on the agenda.
What a perfect waste of time.
One thing they did achieve though. To instil fear in us. So that we would work harder and longer in order to secure our jobs in the company. With a recession, retrenchment will be on the cards.
My young colleague was totally out of sorts and fidgeted during the rest of the day. Till she went to clarify with one of them if her job is safe. It is. She is assured.
Devious scheme, I call it. Instead of ensuring a sense of security in the company, they rather have us operating in fear and panic. Just so to generate results. These results, if any, will not be long-lasting, I am very certain. Because no one can perform productively for long under the dictationship of fear.
Shortsightedness? Oh yes, it is in abundance over here.
And then they went on to hire 2 new staffs.
I don't understand these people.
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