One fine day, a new family moved into a very quiet and peaceful neighbourhood... where, the community members will take turn to organize gathering, or some group sport events, to get everybody together, to know each other better... well.. it's the same as most of the neighbourhood... peaceful, simple, and more-or-less happy...
and... just like any of the other neighbourhood, in this country... a country where its government does not bother about the safety and security of its fellow citizen... the neighbourhood will have its own community, which has some volunteerily and helpful soul, to help run the daily errands... for the neighbourhood... AND as you know.. it costs some money... where willing households will pay their shares, when they see the value...
for the security, for the functions that they may organise, and etc....
peaceful and quiet neighbourhood...
until this one fine day, the family moved in...
first highlight of this family... ie, the owner... Mr. X,
Oh! his name card's full of TITLES...!!! ah... you'll be surprised to know that there're people who're obsessed with TITLES!!!
TITLES!! TITLES!!! TITLES!!!
("what do you mean by 'full of titles? and you do not know what they're for?", "it's those name cards with lines and lines of different titles, for eg. XXX consultant, YYY manager, ZZZ director, not that you don't know what the titles are for, just that, you don't know why they co-exist in the same name card")
second highlight~~~
upon moving in to this neighbourhood... according to the usual courtesy, the community members approach this new family... share with them of the community rules and regulation, and the membership fees... for all the miscellaneous charges and of course, the security guards and the streets maintenance... etc.
the next thing that the community members got IS~~~~~
LENGTHY LONG NASTY email from Mr. X, pointing out to them line by line, of the T&L, which is not correct, which is irrelevant, which one is SO incorrect that he, Mr. X can sue them - the community committee, bla bla bla...
and Mr. X send this long nasty email to everybody in the community... and there it started the chain effect, where emails flying around among the neighbourhood... seeing this Star-Shine Mr. X, screwing people around the neighbourhood, as if he's the ONLY SMART and knowledgeable person left on this planet...
The first target, was the poor secretary... (for all you know, since it's volunteerity job, she may be just a normal and simple housewife~~~)
.....
slowly there're many emails flying around... disturbing the peace of this neighbourhood...
AHA~~!!! now we (my poor colleague and me) finally understand... why is all these similar thing, happening in our work place...
I like what K said about the whole thing, when she heard our sad and frustrating story, and while she's checking out on them... she said this "huh!! she doesn't know who she's messing with!!", well... she said it in a very cute and innocent way... ^_^V
How K wrapped up her "news" to us is...
she's lots of kids from the neighbourhood, who'll always come to her and update her of the happenings of the day, in the neighbourhood... ^_^
then... she'll update us, if there's more interesting things happen...
AND... for me to wrap up my story... which I'm already tired of telling... is...
(mm... this morning, I'd another chat with my boss, and tomorrow, I'll want to have a final chat with her)
I've made my decision...
based on a few simple reason... cos, "i'm a simple person - denny crane"
1. Life's short, and you work >10 hours a day, 5 days a week, in the office, Life's precious, why sacrifice the essense of life, to put up with crap??
2. Crap is crap, putting up with it, or ignoring it.. yes, save us the trouble to face the reality, and the ugliness of truth, or to get into more trouble... BUT, crap is still crap, isn't it?? the longer we put up with it, the more we condone such behaviour...
^_^
you see... the point is... I don't need much point to decide...
but my boss has given too many points (and still many to go) to defend such a person...
if she's not tired, I am...
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