Of male bosses, schoolgirls and bad lecturers

This is going to hurt, I swear.



Some guys can be huge jerks, and alot of us can attest to that. Even as a student, many past stints with companies required me to work directly with the bigheads of the companies and, I swear, these guys know nothing about employee management. They tend to subject their employees to boundless restrictions and protocol, and then proceed to do carry out intricate steps of finger-pointing and backstabbing. C'mon, do these guys even have BALLS? Since when has the men stab their thumbs in the pie of office politics? And the worst? The bosses, waaay up there; they're basically comparable to a bad case of piles. And wow, they sure have a hand at pointing fingers. A close one once iterated to me her case; her male boss was always working late and he expects her to do the same (or else she gets branded 'lazy'), he refused to stand up for her when she was awfully wronged and even marked her down in her appraisal, and she becomes his personal kopi-soh cum inventory manager cum maid. After the appraisal case, she decided that she wasn't going to be all smiley in front of him again. Not when she has another few more bosses to serve, plus the mother of three children.

Hello?! What is this? Human slavery? Or you guys have no concept of female sensitivity? Simply because you lead a sad and meaningless life with your children who don't talk to you and your wife who doesn't sleep with you doesn't give you the right to perpetuate such haughty behaviour. Simply because you're some overpaid big hoo-haa with a small head doesn't render everyone else the same pathetic way. So what if you draw a 5-figure paycheck every month? So what if you drive an oil-guzzler or own some District 10 property? So what? It doesn't make everyone else less human, neither does it make you less of a moron. So even if you don't want your rotten balls, don't throw them in people's faces.

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Then we have the children. Salah, if you call them 'children', you'll get bashed to death by their profound knowledge of profanities. Let's say we profile them as angsty, emo secondary school students who love nothing more than to demonstrate their well-versed vocabulary of vulgarities. And I was honoured to witness that moment of outburst by one of them on the bus yesterday. Barely 16, the girl in her blue-top-white-skirt uniform proceeded to rant aloud like she was doing a recital about some matter which bothered her so much, to her friend who was sitting in the seat in front of her. For God's sake, and I could hear her, what, across the aisle? As she switched proficiently to and fro dialects and languages, she had every other commuter grumbling in their heads. I was. Jack was. Chee Yong was (he was so pissed he sent me an SMS). And we wonder if the schools are switching to teach such stuff instead. That particular girl would probably get an A for a subject called Mastering Multilingualism in Insinuation and Abstract Profanities. I'll probably score a C+.

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You sure you wanna hear about bad lecturers? I think I'll let the Teaching Feedback take the brute instead.