Mr. Woodchild

Those of you who do not know Mr. Woodchild, the previous incident with Mr. Longarrow was directly involving Mr. Woodchild too. He judged me that I have done something very wrong by reporting Mr. Longarrow. He has also continously saying things that Mr. Longarrow desired to hear, and tried to guilt trip me to apologise to Mr. Longarrow.

Anyway, that's enough of a prequel to start this bitching session today.

I was searching for some basic first year engineering knowledge online on Friday, which I need now but have all returned to my lecturers. I came across a powerpoint presentation done by a China university available online. So I clicked and downloaded it for view, but have trouble opening it, as the powerpoint popup said "Cannot decode the text.".

So I approached our outsourced IT guy -- Mr. Woodchild for this matter. After trying for a while, he said he can't figure it out, and asked me to send that file to him for a look. So I sent that file to him.

Today, Saturday morning 11am, I received an sms from him:

"The file u sent me yesterday I still cannot open. Ask ur that person who sent you that file, how did he save that file? I m giving up on this file since it is your personal 1 and not office 1... Tks, Regards, *his real name*"

Nevermind his tone, but I was furious over what he wrote, because it is a false accusation, and a serious one. I wrote back to him, thank him for trying, and clarified that I have never used the company computer for personal things, and that file was not a personal file, it is for work.

His reply was a typical sewage:

"Then on Monday I will send to the *my company name* in China for verification."

Bloody hell, what does he want to verify? To proof that his false accusation was correct? I am so fed up with this guy, who always, and purposely mix up with the black and white. Afterall, what more can I expect from a guy who suck up to Mrs. Azrael?

Justice comes with blooed (07 Nov 2008)

Something happened today, one of the colleague from other department, Mr. Longarrow, is attempting to take the company documents away with him when he resign. The document he took for scanning was mine, which there are only two copies in the company. One with my boss, one with me.

There were no outcome after direct confrontion with him, so I decided to report to the admins.

I don't know how to face him for the next three months.

He is one of the friends that I've made over the past couple of months in the company. He is not a bad person, but he has done something wrong. I couldn't let him off just because he is my friend, it is a difficult situation.

It is hard to do the right thing. I hope that I won't be punished for doing the right thing. But I can't help feeling that justice serves with a price.

I have also learned a lesson, which is not to trust people so easily. But how do you draw a line?

Gargamel and Azrael

If you ever watch Smurf, the bad characters are Gargamel and Azrael the cat.

In my office, if I take Ir. Decamouth as Gargamel, then he has his "Azrael" planted in almost every department, the one in engineering + project is a lady, I will now call her Mrs. Azrael.

But to be frank, I don't think Ir. Decamouth is even in par with Gargamel, he is a senior "Azrael" working for Mr. Bell, anyway, that's besides the story.

Ir. Decamouth as usual was pushing his stuffs away, and meanwhile trying to trap me in another job. As me and the project engineer of Project S was annoyed by him, and planning to take action against it, he somehow managed to find out what we said, and took a step before us.

We later found out that it was Mrs. Azrael that was reporting our conversations and plans to Decamouth and Mr. Bell.

To be frank, I can't understand why people enjoy being a spy for lousy people like Decamouth and Bell. But this Mrs. Azrael isn't just a spy for them, she is also the spy for our HR manager. I wonder those who have multiple identity will ever fail on their own conspirasy?

Having tasted this incident yesterday, it reminded me of what my boss once told me -- "You never know who you can and cannot trust in this country." I wonder what kind of personality do I need to have in order to kill these crocoaches, one thing for sure, Shelltox is only a temporary solution.

In the name of love

When I was still in junior secondary, we used to have the luxury of slotting art studies into the school subjects.

One day, our art teacher came into the class, asking us to draw a poster for one of the latest campaign in the public -- to raise the public concern of the relationship between parents and children. It was a hot topic at that moment, that parents were not spending enough time with the children.

I have a deep feeling over this issue, as I myself is growing up in a family that is so close yet so far. I drew my feelings, but I ended up getting a "C". I was cynical over the drawing that was chosen to take part in the poster competition of the campaign -- It was a drawing showing caring parents holding their children in their arms, or something along those lines.

I have almost forgotten this drawing until when I came back home about a year ago, cleaning up my room, and I found that drawing again. It has since then printed in my head. Surprisingly, it is still the same feeling I have after living for so many years.

This is a rough duplication of my drawing, without the words, and the person surrounded in black is replaced with my avatar:

On the face of it, I am supposed to feel happy and merry over what I have. But I can't deny the fact that I am feeling alone and down more than when I was away from home. I still feel cynical over things that show lovey-dovey stuffs, because to me, we all suffer under the name of love.

To give you a few examples, some parents planned the future for their kids, so well that the kids never have time to play. Tuitions after tuitions, piano classes after computer classes etc. All in the name of love, so that they can have a better future when they grow up. But the kids will only grow up becoming walking zombies.

Some lovers force their other half into fitting their own mould, knowing very well the descrepancies between them. While the other halves force themselves to believe in the happy future and fit into the mould given to them. All in the name of love, so that they can be together forever. But neither is happy.

This is my opinion about love, I am being cynical, and have no means of hiding it.

Some thoughts

Well, lunch isn't over yet, my boss did not turn up to work today, so I am writing something to pass time.

When I was 15, it was a very tough year, there were two major exams that I needed to attend before entering to the senior secondary. I was also committee member of various bodies, both within and outside the class.

It was an extremely busy year for me, I found that 24 hours were not enough. I was so stressed up, that one day I pulled out the knob on my watch, hoping to stop the time. It took me a while to settle my mind and adjust the watch to let it run again.

Years later, I have learned to sit on the pointers on my watch, than trying to stop them as I have done during secondary school.

I hope that one day, I could sit on the center of the clock, watching the second, minute and hour pointers chasing each other peacefully, and do not feel rushed by them. I guess it takes a lot of patience and experience to have that kind of grace.

Happy Valentine's Day

A lady in my office asked if I received anything for the Valentine's Day.

I said no.

She said that our office seems very quiet for Valentine's, and I suspect it is because all the ladies in the office aren't available anymore.

Anyway, I nearly forgot it is Valentine's today... so here it is, a flower:

Mr. Bell

Sigh, I should probably draw up a chart for the relationship between all these people in my office. Anyway, let's introduce you our Mr. Bell.

Mr. Bell is a mysterious person in the office, no one knows his job title, no one knows what he does. We all know that he is a director, and kinda think that he deals with contracts and proposal clauses. He has recently taken up an extra responsibilty as the project director, since the formal project director has left his position. Mr. Bell is also a strong ally for Ir. Decamouth.

Mr. Bell was trying to put our department on the grill since long time ago, he has caused my boss some difficulties to explain situations with the Managing Director, he is also good in manipulating information. But this morning he failed -- He tried to claim that we were late for completing the submittal drawings, by refering to the wrong schedule. Somehow I feel that he is too cunning of an old bird to make such obvious mistake... there must be something up in his sleeves.

Anyway, Mr. Bell's "effort" has resulted a little shock to Mr. Pig, he is now cutting down his chatting/dilly-dally time. However Mr. Pig was fighting back very hard today for not wanting to take responsibilities for his mistakes, he even claimed, "It is not my job to ensure that the drawings are correct at every detail." and refused to make corrections to the drawing.

I felt that he was very irresponsible to make such a statement, and told him with a stern voice, "xoxo, everyone makes mistakes. It is alright to make mistakes, but one should correct it as soon as it is identified, instead of finding excuses or picking on others."

Mr. Pig was shocked, and quickly continued to murmur that it wasn't his fault, I carried on by asking him if he could meet the deadline. He refused to answer, and his eyes were red. I walked passed him, and went back to my seat behind him, continue to demand for his answer for the deadline, he finally gave me a very upset "uummm!".

I wonder if I am doing the right thing. I do not want to upset people, I was only being stern with his overboard statments. As usual, my mother said that I am not doing the right thing, and I should buy Pig a lunch, cause I probably have hurt his ego. Sigh... what ego do you worth having if you can't even have the guts to make corrections on your own mistakes? I wonder...

Do you have any better ways to face the ever stubborn person like Mr. Pig?