FYI, my VSS application has been approved by the management of Company X. But I will only leave the company at the end of July. So, I have about six months hanging in the office. Long way to go, and plenty of stuff to clean up.

Anyway, I managed to squeeze some time to shirk off and thought it would be fitting for me to continue what I started a couple years back – on what I have learned from my work in Company X…

Lesson 06: An ally is more useful than an enemy
A person, no matter how incompetent or abominable, is more useful to you if he’s your ally, than becoming your enemy at work. Being your ally, that person will be more inclined to help you, to give you opportunities and in some really bizarrely rare cases, even sacrifice for you. The worst thing, not doing anything at all. But if that person were to become your enemy, that person will be more than glad to get the opportunity to see you fall or stick a knife behind your back. So it doesn’t take a very intelligent person to figure out what’s the better deal here – get yourself an extra ally, or an enemy.

I’ve learned this many times before, because I started as a very bad tempered person. Burnt many bridges. That was a mistake. (still occasionally make mistakes today. Can’t help it. Being nice is a bitch. But I’m controlling it.) Never ever burn bridges. That’s because you do not work at the same place all your life doing the same thing, and reporting to the same boss. Those bridges that I burnt (shitloads of them), may very well be the ones that I needed to use to cross chasms and raging rivers in the future. And you’ll never know if the idiot you just swore as your enemy, could potentially be your boss one day (as I have seen stuff like this happened before). So why take the chances? Just keep your shit together, it goes a long way.

Lesson 07: You are dispensable
You might think you’re the Chosen One, and no one else can do your job but you. Well, if you have a functioning vagina and a dick long enough to fuck yourself in your own cunt, you could be right. Otherwise, you’re delusional. There’s nothing in your workplace that no one else can do. Ergo, there’s no reason for you to be a total dick and act snooty all over, simply because you’re overly complacent about your position in the organization. Remember, you’re just a small pawn in a big functioning system. You’re hired to do the job. If you won’t do it because you think your dick is too big, there are always others out there waiting to take your place, and your boss will not hesitate to make that replacement.

I’m just glad that I am never that type of person. I never get pricky with my job. I can get pricky with other stuff, but never over my job. But I have seen people in Company X act difficult simply because they think their job is important and indispensable. Now that is just wrong. From my 13 years experience with Company X, I’ve never seen anyone whose job and position is indispensable. Even a CEO could get axed in as short as a week’s time. Always present yourself well, learn how to adapt… for nothing is safe and permanent.

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Back to work.

related entries:
“what have i learned? – 01″
“what have i learned? – 02″

I recently came to know from an old friend about a certain ‘see lai‘ (a housewife) who remarked about my blog being too ‘whiny’ and querulous. Always complain about this, always complain about that. And that she hated guys like me, who is rude and a consummate asshole. It was so serious, that she had to BAN her husband from reading my blog (on top of banning him from playing computer games)… because apparently, I could be of bad influence to her husband and subsequently, I presume, affect her marriage.

But then the strange thing is, she still reads my blog. Maybe not everyday but, occasionally. Why? I have no idea. Maybe it gives her the sense of being able to snoop behind enemy lines and unravel the mystery of men’s mind. Maybe she thought that by reading the stuff I wrote here, she could be best prepared of the possible undoings that her husband might be able to plot… and she could always be one step ahead to preempt any potential fuck ups.

I wonder what kind of a wretched person would do that to her husband (ban him from playing games, reading blogs, etc). What makes her think she has the right to do that. I wonder how would the bitch feel if her husband were to ‘ban’ her from going shopping or visit the pedicure/manicure parlor. I bet she’d get all feisty and shit. But the husband can never do that, because the bitch would tell everyone how abusive her sicko husband was, and he would be confronted by all her retarded family members big time.

I can’t help but notice, this is also the same kind of housewife that would deprive her husband of self esteem. The kind that yells and shouts at her husband overtly. A power crazy and self centered Nazi bitch who takes every opportunity to create an autocracy environment at home. One that is worse than a succubus. If you have watched “Jennifer’s Body”, then you’ll know that a succubus gives a one off clean kill with minimal suffering, while a nefarious bitch like this see lai here latches on a host (her husband) and sucks the life slow and painful out of him for a life time.

It is only a matter of time before everything boils over and turn into a full fledged domestic violence. Either the bitch eventually takes the total dominance for granted and moves on to physical abuse, or the husband has enough of everything and kills her out of sheer rage. It couldn’t be good either way.

So to you docile victims out there, listen up. It’s not going to work if your wife/girlfriend acts like she’s a total bitch and disrespects you. A relationship, be it conjugal or not, has to be in a symbiosis basis. She good for you, you good for her. It pretty much includes she accepting your flaws, and you accepting hers. If it is good only for a single side, that is called a parasitic relationship. One of you has to be the host and the other a parasite. There’s only 1 ending for a parasitic relationship. The host fucking dies and the parasite moves on to another host.

If your spouse is a parasite, you need to deworm yourself from that sucker for a greater good. Pronto. Well, unless you want to die. Tell her to fuck off if she prohibits you from playing games/reading michaelooi.net. If she ever yells at you for no reason at all, flip her a bird (or stop paying her any allowance). Or if she’s too much of a menace to bear, dump her ass already. You deserve something better. You need to pick up your arms, lay down your pussy and fight for your rights!

A friend recently welcomed a newborn baby girl into his family. Naturally, the thing that we always like to ask is – who is going to take care of the baby? The friend told me, his mother is going to move in to live with him to help take care of the baby.

Then I went, “Oh.” There was a muffled “Shit” from me after that. Then I blessed my friend with the most sincere silent prayer, and wished him all the best. He’s going to need it.

Living in with parents, as I have learned and observed over the years, is not really a clever thing to do. Why? Because no matter how great you think your mom is, she’s not going to get along with you in the same house. The truth is, people from 2 different generations can NEVER get along in the same house. Different house – fine. Just not the same house. (NOTE: I’m not asking everyone to abandon their parents. Just don’t live with them.)

Take my case, for example. I moved in with my mom a few years ago to save on the rents. Then after I have bought my own place, I invited her to live with me. Big fucking mistake (I was an idiot and I should have known that).

The problem began when she turned my house into an orgy of fengshui paraphernalias (blogged about this before, search for ‘fengshui’). Then she started with all these weird attention seeking behaviors
- hogging the goddamn kitchen/toilet every morning my wife and I need to use them (she could have used it when we’ve gone to work, you see… and she NEVER wakes that early during the weekend when we’re not working…)
- sighing around the house doing simple chores (we asked her to leave the chores but she would insist)
- imposing all these taboo shits (eg. restricting us from celebrating my daughter’s birthday, but she herself would do the celebration)
- contradictory, conflicting statements
- unwanted attention from relatives from her gossip mongering…
- etc. (can’t recall all of them)

The conclusion is – it’s never fun living with old people. They give you the kind of stress that makes you want to explode (because you can’t do jack shit about it – the belligerent party here is your fucking mother/father). I’ve heard many people who live with their parents said the same damn thing. They’re like a personal dark stormy cloud that we always see in cartoons that hovers over your head whenever you reach home everyday. You can never be independent, feel free and always void of the happy sunshine.

Now that I think of it, had my mom and I lived separately from each other, our relationship could have been way better than how it is now. It’s a strange thing but, very true.

(I understand that some of you may vehemently disagree with my view about this, and of course, not all old people are assholes. Maybe your mom/dad is a saint and probably is an exception. But the odds are, sadly and needless to say, very low. Like what Dirty Harry likes to ask – “Do you feel lucky punk?”. Ask yourself that before you give her the keys.)