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17
Sep

Taking a Short Break

I am not sure if anyone has noticed, but I have been taking a short break from blogging activities. I am spending more time for my personal life, spending the same amount of time at work (which is pretty heavy stuff), and after these long days, I seriously lack the energy to write anything. In fact, my apologies to my readers and I also apologize to my friends; I haven’t been able to visit your blog for the past few weeks.

I guess an update is necessary.

So far, work has picked up pretty much of my time as there are many deadlines to hit, and then with the political instability issues in Malaysia, our sales are affected and so I am working diligently to overcome this issues, making ends meet, hitting the sales target, keeping everyone happy, writing a report on why the sales performance is not as good as expected, meet the directors, meet the customers, meet the business partners, meet the suppliers, meet the end-users, meet the engineers, and etc.

Yup, it is pretty much fucked.

As for my personal life, I am expanding my social circle, spending more time with friends, spending a lot of time with Billy to ensure he is well taken care of, playing with him to ensure that he gets plenty of exercise to build up his hip since Golden Retrievers are prone to hip dysplasia. Right now, Billy has grown up in size and he is getting healthier compared to the day when I got him.

Yup, it is pretty joyful.

Anyway, a lot of people has asked me about my views on the current political situation and I will throw in my 2 cents worth later today, and maybe I will even schedule post it for tomorrow.

I am not sure when I will be “back on duty” officially for my blog, but I really need to take some break from everything.

Stay tune and come back frequently to check on new post, okay?

27
Jun

Big Day with VIPs

Yesterday I was at Nikko Hotel since 745am because my company was participating in BioMed 2008. We were busy setting up the booth and all that, and also testing all the audio/visual to ensure that our presentation (just showing some media files on a projector) is running smoothly.

Then we wait…

Yes, the featured guest of the day was YAB Dato’ Seri Abdullah Haji Ahmad Badawi, our Prime Minister of Malaysia. As usual, the stated time of arrival was 8:55am, and guess what! We waited until 9:15am, and he didn’t show up! He sent one of the representatives from the Prime Minister Department to represent him because he got the Parliament meeting on the 9th Malaysia Plan. Oh well, at least we could kick start the ceremonial thing to get the event officiated.

After the Malaysia anthem (mind you, the real one, not the famous one found on YouTube) and the prayers, the VIPs started to stand at the podium to give speeches and then some ceremonial mock cheque contribution. You know, the common thing, yada-yada and then finally, the VIPs were taking a tour to the event venue for visit. It’s important that the VIPs will spend at least 2 minutes on each booth to talk to the people, to show that they have genuine interest, yada-yada.

Now, I am not interest in telling the show-show thing and all that. The reason why I am writing this post is because I like to observe people and I saw something that pique my interest, hence I am sharing my observation with you.

I think all those VIPs should hire a fashion consultant, or dress consultant or something. I mean, they have the moolah! So might as well dress professionally. Okay, I have to give them the credit as their dress code is right; they wore a suit (meaning coat/blazer) with a properly knotted tie. But the coat is seriously oversized (or in some case, undersized!). I mean, can you imagine a VIP dressing a very loose coat, so oversized until they looked like they have a 48 inch waist instead of 40 inch?

And then some wore a squeeze-fit (note: not tight fit like those Hugo Boss) and the sleeves were like 2 inches short. Can you imagine a full size adult wearing a jacket that looked like he bought it when he was in highschool?

I am not asking everyone to wear a Hugo Boss or even a Armani suit. Well, I know I don’t buy those suit, not at this moment. I will only buy these suit on very special occasion, something once-of-a-life-time special thing, like my wedding (at least I hope its once of a life time). But they are the VIPs, so at least buy something that is fitting instead of super-sizing it like a Mega Mac (the 4 patties double Big Mac) or under-sizing it like Kids Menu. Can they fucking order a regular meal?

I might sound nit-picking, but when a person has to deal with public, being some big shot VIP and there is a need to meet people everyday, the least they could do is to dress properly, as in wearing a fitting suit. I know maybe they try to draw the impression that they are underpaid and being public servant, so they are wearing those lousy jackets. Come on! We are not stupid. Maybe we don’t know the exact amount that you are wearing, but living in a super nice multi-million dollar house, being chauffeured in a luxury limousine, and wearing branded watches like Panerai, JLG, Longines, and etc, don’t tell me you cannot afford a close fitting suit. By the way, they don’t charge extra if you buy the close fitting suit than your super-size-it jacket.

Oh well, that’s just my opinion. My suit is just a normal American brand suit and its not exactly new. At least it fits me well enough (and some even said that I look damn good in my suit!) and I know that the people I met that day won’t think that I look funny.

21
Apr

4 Days 3 Nights @ Singapore

Day 1 @ 16/04/2008

I took an Aeroline bus from One Utama early in the morning, and reached Singapore in the afternoon. Nothing much as it was mid-day and I checked into the Lion City Hotel, went to the corresponding area to be briefed on the training schedule.

Again, visiting Singapore brought mixed feelings, and the first day that I was here, it was also the date that when we met again after the first meeting, and the first time we held hands, walking on the Clark Quay (the correct pronunciation is Clark Key, which created a joke on my side as the taxi driver was confused on where I wanted to go) area, laughing on silly jokes, and exchanged our phone numbers, and promised to call each other, which we did.

At night, when I was back at the hotel, I was laying on the bed, thinking about the good old times and the sweet memories. I managed to fall asleep in the smile since months ago.

Day 2

I woke up early in the morning and went to the cafeteria area for the hotel breakfast. It’s not too bad (translation: its bad, but not too bad) and it was crowded. Basically the whole cafeteria was filled by tourists from China, and I had problem locating a table for myself and the people were basically ignoring the courtesy of queuing. After the breakfast, I went to the office to start the first day of training.

In the evening, I went to meet up with one of my best buddies, Jason, at Dharby Ghaut (the “correct” pronunciation is Darby Got, which is confusing to me). We had our dinner at a small but comfy and homey restaurant near his office, and we talked about life, update each other on the latest development in our life, and of course, talking about good old times like a two old farts, over dinner and beer.

Day 3

On the 3rd day, I woke up early as usual and then went for the training and meeting, and that is nothing to shout about. At night, I met with Jason again at Bugis and our meeting point was McDonald’s. Well, once I reached only then I realized I had been there before. It was during one of my visits that I had to leave early in the morning, and we were at the Bugis McDonald’s, having breakfast and stuff. It didn’t change much, and I still remember how we used to sit at the outdoor area, talking, holding hands, and feeling sad that I had to leave.

Anyway, after meeting Jason at Bugis, we decided to have drinks again, so we took the MRT to Clark Quay. Now, Clark Quay has transformed a lot from how I remember it. Last time it was a fun place, but now, it is THE happening place.

We stopped at Fashionbar and had around 6 bottles of beer (or was it 7? I can’t really remember). We talked about many things, laughing at the jokes, looking at the people, and cursing the Singapore government for banning smoking in pub/bar. Basically, Singapore is a smoker unfriendly territory, but they are still selling cigarettes (and making loads of money from the tax, as one pack of cigarettes cost around SG$11.60). If you want to smoke, you have to go to the “designated” area to smoke. Damn!

After that, we went to Ministry of Sound just around the corner, had one glass of beer, one glass of whisky, and two shots of tequila. Now, the crowd at Ministry of Sound was great, but the music was even better. It had been years since I dance, and that night, the 3rd night in Singapore, I danced for the first time in 3 years.

But there was a problem. The real women1 didn’t even look at me, and maybe I was over-dressed as the men in the club were dressing something casual, whereby I just got off work so I was still wearing my working suits and pant. Or maybe because I was wearing my glasses instead of contact lenses since I forgot to bring them. Or maybe also because I was (just maybe) one of the oldest men in the club. So these girls got a problem. Or maybe the problem is me2.

Anyway, we had fun until around 3am, and when we left Ministry of Sound, it was raining heavily. I wasn’t sure if the sky knew how I felt deep inside or what, but it was raining as heavily as my heart rained.

Don’t be mistaken. I had fun, but deep inside, I felt lonely.

After that we bid our farewell and I took a cab back to Lion City Hotel. It was an experience to remember as the taxi driver couldn’t even drive a straight line, the cab was swaying left and right constantly, and he kept honking other drivers but he was the one who cut into other people’s lane.

Once I reached hotel, I was so tired and exhausted, mentally, that I fell asleep almost instantly.

Day 4

On the day of departure, I took my time to sleep in. I didn’t wake up until at around 11am, and I checked out from Lion City Hotel. Then I walked to the nearest MRT station and headed to Harbor Front (or is it considered Vivo City? I am not too sure as it’s the same building) to wait for the Aeroline coach for Singapore.

I went for lunch at Burger Kings, which surprisingly, serves only small burgers. I mean, compare the size of the burgers in Malaysia and U.S., it’s small. Is it because Singapore is a small country, so they serve small burgers? Or is it because the government wants everyone to be slim so they don’t want the citizens to be stuffed? Even when I went to KFC to take the Mushroom burger thingy, it was miniature!

Oh well, enough about the small burgers. After lunch, I walked around and sipped my coffee at Starbucks near the dock area, enjoying the sea breeze, watching the birds, smoking my cigarettes and checking mails.

En-route to Malaysia, I met this lovely family from Finland (and the wife is Malaysian) and we talked about many things, like world economy, local politics, Singapore job opportunities, and stuff. The family is spending 1 year traveling around and the guy is interested in landing a job in Singapore or Malaysia.

Sorry people, I didn’t get your names except the kids’ names.

When we reached 1 Utama, no one was there to greet me nor welcome me home. I walked to the taxi stand to get a cab to go home, and when I reached, it was empty and quiet.

Oh! How great it was if there was actually someone there to greet me and make me feel welcome upon coming home.

REMARKS:
1. There were a few transsexuals looking at me, smiling at me, and flirting with me. Mahai!
2. There is an old say, “If one person has problem with you, the problem might lies in that person. If two people have problem with you, the problem may lies in them. But when everyone has a problem with you, then you are the problem.”

24
Mar

The Trip To The City State

Over the weekend, I went to Singapore for business trip. Nothing fancy, just a one day trip (went in the morning and came back in the evening) and I was taking the coach.

When the coach was about to leave the station, my mind was racing about the discussion that I was about to have that afternoon, and I was running scenes on how things would go wrong so that I could prepare some answers for whatever questions that might come up during the discussion. I was also digging into my bag to ensure that I brought the supporting documents and whatever that is needed to be done.

All was well, so I finally relaxed, and tried to take a nap. I haven’t been sleeping much lately. On average, I slept for 2 hours maximum for the past few days, and I really needed the rest. I closed my eyes, my mind drifted to a land far far away, and I was sound asleep soon. I didn’t dream. I haven’t had a dream for months because most of the dreams and hopes were shattered into million pieces and at the end, all I got were disappointments. I had enough of that, so for months I had refused to dream, or even acknowledge that I had one.

Then, out of sudden, I woke up. I was dizzy, and I thought we had reached the custom check point or something, but the scenery outside the window was still moving. I thought there was an accident or something. I looked around, and all was quiet except the coach engine humming softly at the back, and the driver was chatting quietly with the assistant at the front. I fished out my mobile phone, thinking that maybe it vibrated or something so it woke me up. Nope, no messages, no missed calls. No nothing.

I relaxed, sat back into the reclined seat, and looked out the window.

At first I didn’t realize it, but a sense of sorrow hit me hard. I thought I was just giddy from lack of sleep or something like that and I hated it when I woke up from my sleep by surprised. So I just looked out the window and enjoy the scenery.

The trees, road markers, and everything else passed by in a blurry image. It is just like time, flying pass us at extreme speed, and sometimes it is so fast that the things around us will become a blurred image, except that the scene outside can be created again if I were to travel the same road at the same direction, but time cannot be reversed. How I wished, for many nights, that I could turn back the clock. If I could, a lot of things would be different right now.

Anyway, while I was looking outside the window and watched those blurred images flew by me, I suddenly realized why I was in sorrow…

Almost exactly one year ago, I was on the same coach (Nice++, just in case you are wondering) with Maria on the way to Singapore also. It was almost the same weather (it was cloudy in the morning), and we were holding hands, cuddling under the very chilling air-conditioner vents, and talking while watching the sceneries flying by us. She was going to Singapore for a meeting while I was companying her down and did a market survey on Singapore (which is related to my company), but my intention is more so on companying her down.

If you follow this blog for some time now, I am sure you read about how we started, so sometimes we would go back to Singapore to re-visit and stuff like that. We used to stay at the Robinson Quay Hotel, Marriott Hotel, Copthorne Orchid Hotel, and etc. Last year, at around the same time, we were staying at the Copthorne Orchid Hotel, and this trip, the final destination for the coach was also Copthorne Orchid Hotel.

One year ago, it was a nice trip. Both of us were happy, chatting all the time, and on the way back at night, we were hugging each other to fall asleep.

But how things had changed drastically in less than a year.

That day, I was going down to Singapore, on the same road, on the same bus, all alone, and single.

When I reached Singapore, I saw the familiar buildings, like Siemens, and saw the familiar names like Bukit Timah, Toh Guan Road, and the happy moments we had at the French Village. The memory came back to me, and I was trying my very best to recall if the scene I saw during the weekend was any different than almost a year ago. Nope, nothing has changed at all. The material doesn’t change, but human does.

It’s amazing, isn’t it?

One moment, when the memory is still fresh, things are forever changed.

One moment, people can change drastically and turn their backs on you.

One moment, you remember the place as it was, exactly like how it was when you left. But this time, the emotion and feelings towards that place is just so different.

In the evening, when I was done with my stuff, I climbed up to the Nice++ coach again at Copthorne Orchid Hotel. I wished that I got time to spend just one night there, but I was in a hurry. So finally, I climbed up to the coach, and I turned and looked out. It used to be two shadows merging into one, but that weekend, all I saw was my shadow reflecting on the road under the bright orange-yellow street lamp. I passed the single ticket to the bus operator, and started my journey back to Malaysia, alone, and single.

Related Post:
The First Encounter

06
Feb

The Old Man

Is there a person in this world that sometimes you wished you could just yell “Can you please shut the fuck up and let me speak?”

Is there a person on earth that when you are on the phone with him/her, you will punch your fist in the air due to frustration?

Is there a person on earth whom you wished will never call you?

Oh yes, I have this one person I really don’t enjoy talking to (in case you have yet to notice, the way I am saying this is a major understatement). For your information, I always enjoy talking on the phone (no, not like those girlie talk that last for hours and hours) and there is not one person that I wanted to shout at or hang up on, except this person.

Whenever he called me, and when I saw the name appeared on my Caller ID, I would take a deep breath. Most time than not, I would try to ignore it whenever I have something to do, and it doesn’t matter if I was digging my nose or just farting, I would take those as an excuse not to answer the call.

But when it was necessary to answer his call, I would take a really long deep breath and try to remain calm, and answered it with utmost politeness. Unfortunately, most of the time my politeness could not last more than 25 seconds.

The problem with this person, or rather, as I always call him, The Old Man, is that he is really long-winded. Whenever he called me, or for some unfortunately reason that I had to call him, he would just talk and talk, repeated the same topic at least 3 times, and when he finally took a breather and I found an opportunity to tell him what I wanted to tell him, he would start again regardless the fact that I had just started speaking.

Most of the time, I would just stop and pretended that I was listening. The fact was most of the time I would move the earpiece away from my ear and then I would take a deep breath in order to control my temper. If not, I would have shouted at him long, long time ago.

Sometimes, when I couldn’t take it anymore, I would just continue my speech even when he interrupted me. It was kinda funny that both of us were talking at the same time and none of us would appear listening to each other. I mean, every phone calls that he made to me, it would last around 7 to 20 minutes, and I had to tolerate the 7 to 20 minutes torment and he just wouldn’t stop. And when he finally said what he wanted to say, he would just hang up, and I was left there without being able to tell him what I wanted to tell him.

Most of the time, I had the urge to really slam the phone down. Unfortunately, he always call my handphone so I cannot slam my handphone down. So my finger was always lingering on the End button, extremely tempted to “accidentally” press it. But that would be rude of me, no? But his phone-ethic is really bad and rude. So sometimes I would try to give myself some excuse to hang up.

The short summary is this; even though for many occasions I was really tempted to press the End button, just like that, I didn’t. For many occasions, I really wanted to shout at him and said, “Can you please shut the fuck up and let me finish my sentence? Don’t be a rude prick okay?” but I didn’t. For many occasions I didn’t want to answer his call, but I did. Of all the times that I had to call him or answered his call, I regretted ever giving him my number.

Yes, that’s The Old Man I know…

Anyway, I would like to take this opportunity to wish all of you…

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!

20
Dec

How to Reply Your Colleagues Farewell Email(s)

I am such a nice person.

Maybe it is end of year so a lot of people are tendering their resignation letters to their bosses (you know, after the bonus thing) and they want to look for a sample farewell email. Hence I noticed that lately a lot of people are searching for “How to write a farewell email” and sometimes “How to reply farewell emails”.

As you should know, I wrote a sample farewell email to colleague here before, and in response to “How to reply your colleagues farewell email” inquiries, I will post my replies here.

——————————————————-
From: Adrian@xxxx.com
To: xxx@xxxx.com
Subject: RE: Farewell

Dear XXX,

I am really sorry and sad to hear that you are leaving us. You have been a close friend, a reliable colleague, and most importantly, a trusted alliance.

I understand your need to venture into the new world, and I also understand why you made the decision. There is nothing more than for me to wish you the utmost luck for you new venture and may the new venture brings you success in your wildest dream.

Over the years we have grown like a family, so please don’t take it that you left us and you can ignore us. Please keep in touch constantly and share your joy and sorrow with us.

Good luck, and may all your wishes come true.

Best Regards,
Adrian Ang
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There you have it. And say it, say that I am a nice person.

Enjoy :)

30
Oct

I am still working, in the middle of the night…

Current Time: 11:55pm (as of writing)
Current Position: Office (where else?)
Current Statues:
- Tired
- Hungry
- Very tired

I have been in the office since 9am today, and I have been working on a few things. First off, I completed one of the proposals for a customer of mine. And then, I was proof-reading it and converting the Word Document to PDF format.

Now, I simply don’t understand why those fucking programmers just can’t make the software to talk to each other. On my macbook, the Microsoft Word will convert the file to PDF (built-in PDF converter), but I run into problems with I have some Landscape pages (I have a lot of those tables, like accounting tables, time table, etc in my proposal). When I convert them, it will section those Landscape pages to a separate file. So let’s say you have 20 pages of Doc, and you have 3 tables, then the software will churn out 7 separate PDF files (the normal section before the first table is 1 file, the landscape page is 1 file, then after that the normal page will be another file before the next table, get it?)

After asking my business partner to convert them properly, I proceeded the printing process. See, nowadays people tare talking about paper-less work environment. I can tell you that this is completely bull-crap.

See, as long as the law doesn’t accept digital signature as an official signature, there is no way we can get away with printing out those documents on paper. The proposal contains Non-Disclosure Agreement so how are we going to get away with that if we don’t print it out?

And here comes another problem. It seems like my inkjet printer has no memory at all so printing the document out (20 odd pages) will take, well, forever. After printing 2 lines of text, the printer head will go back to the position, take a fag, read some porno mag, and rest a bit before printing the next 2 lines of text. That’s why I am still here, waiting for the fucking printer to get it done. As of now, I still have 14 pages to go…

Of course, another problem is that my macbook doesn’t have enough memory. It is the factory-default 512MB (yeah I know, I know) and now my laptop feels like the pre-historic Pentium 200MHz era computer. The younger generation will not understand the feeling, but for those of us who has gone through it, it is actually something like this; when the computer is lagging, and when you type really fast, the words will not appear on the screen. The cursor will blink, blink, blink and then BAMP! The words started to appear really fast, like a fucking typewriter.

Anyway, I am waiting for the print job to be done so that I can go home, and maybe take my really late dinner. And I now have a new WishList:
- Upgrade the laptop memory to 2GB
- Purchase a Color Laser Printer with huge ass memory
- Get a really sexy secretary to do most of these daunting jobs.

So if you will excuse me, I have to go back to wait for my HP Inkjet to finish smoking his weed and start to print the rest of the document out.

26
Sep

what irritates me

I decided to sit down and write about the things that disgusted me the most, in terms of work, that is.

Here are the things that irritates me to no end.

  1. Lack of Communication - For example, when I send out a sms to someone about some work, I would prefer that person to reply me, even with just a simple “OK” to confirm that he/she received the sms. Unfortunately, that was this dude who just won’t reply.
  2. Slow in Reply - Normally, when I demand something, I want it done quick and I want it now. I cannot stand people who do things slowly, and will only get back to me few days later. That includes people who are slow in replying messages (like sms above, or MSN). Some people can take forever to answer you, and I just hate to sit and wait for response. Yup, I am demanding, but I have the rights to be demanding. If you need a few days to do something, let me know and give me a good reason.

Okay, the list is not as long as I thought. But generally I don’t like to sit and wait. If you receive my email or sms, regarding work that is, I would prefer to get a reply like “OK” and provide me more information, like how long it will take to complete the task.

NOTE: This is not directed at anyone in particular. I wrote about this because one contractor irritated me to no end but he is doing a good job in terms of what I wanted. But other than that, he irritates me to hell by slow in coming back to me on the things and sometimes won’t even reply my email/sms.

27
Aug

::: the guide to write a presentable resume :::

I have been requested by some to give some tips on writing resume because I am good at it (so good that a lot of my friends landed the interview after I edited their resumes), and I have seen a lot of bad resumes to be able to spot one from miles away. So take a pen and copy the basic rules to edit your resume. Or print this post. Or save it. Whatever.

Rule #1 : Keep your resume clean
It is okay to put your picture and do some background pictures, but keep the overall look clean and tidy. But the biggest mistake is putting everything together. So keep your resume clean by separating your education background in one section, and your experience in another. Keep some space between each section to make it easier to read so your resume doesn’t appear cluttered.

Rule #2 : Be professional
Avoid using funny self-portrait picture of you sticking your tongue out while pulling your eyelid. But don’t appear angry over the picture either. Just smile with courtesy and that will be fine. But if you are friggin ugly, try to avoid putting your picture in your resume because you are just going to scare the shit out of the person receiving it. Without putting your pic (if you are ugly), you might get a chance of getting an interview. (If you are pretty, forward me your resume please)

Also, avoid using your email address such as sexypinkylady_28@hotmail.com, lazyfox@yahoo.com, babeylicious@gmail.com or something like that. They are okay for personal use, but keep it personal and share it with your friends. For resume, please keep it professional, and use email that spells your name properly, like terry.wong@gmail.com or adrian@msn.com. Put yourself in the managers’ shoes and think of the impression you will have when you see those stupid email addresses.

Rule #3 : Explain about your experience and what you have learned
A lot of people failed to include their experiences and educational background in their resume. Yes, they did include the institutes they attended, the period and such. But did they include the projects they have done, the notable achievements they got during their stay in those institutes? How about some special subjects you have taken, like nuclear physics, atomic chemical, and human genome? Okay, if you have taken nuclear physics, atomic chemical and human genome, you shoud not even do a resume. That’s a waste of time. You will just get hired even if you are dirt ugly.

Rule #4 : Be honest
Avoid using information that is not true. If you do not have a father as rich as Bill Gates, don’t put it there (if you do, then why the fuck you are looking for a job? Just buy that fucking company and have fun with it!). If you do not know much about C++, Perl, or PHP, please refrain from putting “Knowledge in: C++, Perl, PHP…”, because you are just going to put yourself into deepshit.

Rule #5 : Keep it relevant
Yeah, its great to know that you are interested in flowers, but do I need to know about that shit? Nope. My main interest is to know if your knowledge and experience will help me and help the company to earn shitload of money. So please keep your interest about flowers to yourself and only show me what I am interested in, which is how I can use you to the limit to earn the millions.

So if you wanna put Personal Details, great. But you don’t have to tell me how tall you are, how fat you are, and what’s your stats (but if you are 34C - 24 - 34, forward me your resume).

Rule #6 : Forget about all the rules above
Yup, just forget about all the rules I mentioned above. In fact, there’s no rule 1, 2, or 3. There is ONLY ONE RULE: use your common sense.

Yup, that’s it. Enjoy!

26
Aug

::: MBA :::

I used to know a few friends who are already taking part-time MBA (that is Masters in Business Administration for those who are intelligent-challenged) courses or contemplating in taking it. The course is designed for working class who can only attend classes during night time and/or weekend.

I used to congratulate them upon hearing the news. For me, I admire those who keep “upgrading” themselves and trying to learn more to apply the knowledge in business. Unfortunately, when they explained to me the reason why they are taking those part-time courses, I always cringed. The top three reasons:

  1. With the certificate, they can get a promotion easier.
  2. They want the management to know they are taking the course so that they can get a pay increase during year end appraisal.
  3. If no promotion or pay increase, they can find a job easier with the certificate.

Now, that defeats the purpose of taking MBA courses at all. Taking the course is meant to learn about different things, and learn how to apply those new-found knowledge to great use and use the advance knowledge to make their work easier. Do they ever think of how the new knowledge can help the company to perform better? No, its all about promotion. If they can’t get the promotion, they will jump ship to another company and they think that the MBA certificate will put them in an advantage position.

I certainly cannot deny that they will have a certain amount of advantage over other candidates when they are looking for new job, but the thing is, the purpose of getting the damn MBA is all wrong!

Sometimes, getting an extra degree doesn’t mean that you are smart. The bosses can promote someone who doesn’t poccess a degree over you if you are not smart. Of course, some will argue that the ability to graduate with degree surely isn’t stupid, but I am not talking about book smart. I am talking about street smart. I have met with a young chap who is street smart. When the boss asked him and his other colleague, with a MBA degree, to do pricing evaluation and how they should price their new products, the MBA colleague went to his computer, crunched in shitload of numbers, scrunitized the fixed cost, labor cost, variable cost, delivery charges, and applied in a margin for themselves and their dealers. My friend just went out to the street, checked on the competitors prices, go back, studied his own product and compared it with competitions, and came up with a pricing after checking with margin and costs.

He got a good promotion from his boss, where else his colleague became the laughing stock because based on all his MBA learning, he priced his product much higher than competitors, which will not attract buyers.

I don’t need a MBA degree to prove that I know more than them. Yes, I can admit that I know more than them, maybe not on the fancy lingo/terms they like to use, but I do know more than most of them and I don’t need a fucking paper to prove that, and I apply those knowledge daily on business use.




 

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