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July 31, 2019

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Do you people believe in jinx? I want to not believe in this kind of hokum shit but, it exist. I’ve seen this on 3 individuals across my work life.

First was this dude I worked with at my first company during my engineering years. This guy, whatever he touches, would turn to crap. Like a perfectly functioning PC? It’d go haywire after you let the fucker use for a day or two. You give him something mechanical, it’d go all jammed up in a few days. It was mind boggling but, I made a conscious effort to not let him handle anything important at work, and I’d stay away from this guy.

The second guy was this Mojo Jojo, which I’d written about many years back. You can just search for ‘Mojo Jojo’ in the search bar and read all about this degenerate. Mojo Jojo was jinxed but, he wasn’t as bad as the first guy I met. Most things would go wrong, but not all of them.

Then there’s this 3rd guy. He’s the same guy I ranted about here. I seriously believe that he’s jinxed, just like the first guy. So, on top of being an incompetent idiot, this guy is jinxed. I realized since a few weeks back, that he’d been ruining our stuff just by touching it. If I were to assign him something simple/easy, it would go wrong. Lately, he asked to borrow a server board, which I have been using for months without an issue – it immediately died when he touched it (no it was not ESD damage – the CPU died).

What do I do with him? Fuck my life.

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July 16, 2019

unifi sucks donkey balls

Not too long ago, our Minister of Communications and Multimedia, the tiger cub of Jelutong, Gobind Singh Deo, announced in the media that he has successfully brought down the price of broadband. That was a fucking lie. I am still paying for RM148 for a measly 8Mbps speed. Today.

After reading the goddamn article and had an implosion by myself, I decided to write a complain to the MCMC portal, about having to pay so much for such an inadequate speed, while knowing that at some part of the country, people are actually paying only half for double the speed. So the ministry responded, by forwarding my complaint to TM. TM’s response for closure? They ‘promised’ to reduce the price of my subscription. It went on a few months with no reduction, and so I lodged another complaint. Then they made the same ‘promise’ again, and I reopened the case with some capital letters. Then they finally did something – by upgrading my service to include a goddamn TV package. So instead of having to pay RM148 for 8Mbps, the bill became like, RM188 for 8Mbps plus some HypeTV or whatever the fuck it is, that I do not fucking need!

So what the fuck?? I lodged another complaint to MCMC, called the hotline, and even livechatted an agent. It took them weeks to ‘rectify’ the issue… by cancelling my TV service. But because the TV package (which I did not signed up for) has a contract, I was billed for the ‘cancellation penalty’. So my bill for the month of July? It is …. get ready for it…. RM710.38! Can you fucking believe how hopeless and retarded these fuckstains are?? I called them to give them an earful, escalated the issue and threatened to contact the consumer tribunal. One of the older sounding ladies then called me back and informed me that they would “graciously WAIVE the cancellation fee” out of goodwill. Goodwill my ass those cibais. I’m going to the tribunal if my August bill isn’t lower than RM148.

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May 6, 2019

hospital

I recently accompanied someone to a prominent hospital in Penang for a consultation job. It was the same hospital that I frequented back when my old man was sick. I remember having to sit there for hours, just to wait for our turn to be seen by the doctor. Never mind if you have an appointment because it doesn’t mean shit. It was like we’re begging to be cured by God. Fucking shit. And it hasn’t changed. That trip turned out to be a half day event, for a 5 minutes time with the doctor.

All of this stemmed from gross inefficiency. We had to contend with screwed up queue system to register the patient, for the actual consultation, for the payment and for the medication (if any, usually yes because that’s how the hospital earn from your sick ass). We’d see nurses carrying thick stacks of chits in files, yelling patients’ names in the ocean of weary people (often mispronouncing because apparently, there’re a lot of Indonesians seeking medical treatments in our country). We’d see people walking everywhere and wheelchairs hogging the corridors. It was the same thing 15 years ago, and they’re as inefficient today. If we in engineering and manufacturing are as inefficient as these hospitals are, we’d all be jobless by now.

We’re in the 21st century for fuck’s sake, someone should do something about the hospitals.

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February 22, 2019

work rant #xxx

Been mentoring a new guy at work lately. Young guy in his 20’s, guy’s a total fucking wreck. I do not know if this is a young generation thing but, he possesses every trait that I hate about the young gen of engineers. Delinquent, lackadaisical, clumsy and fucking stupid.

When my boss first pitched him to me to be inducted into my team, he came with a caveat that he didn’t get good grades at school. But I did not mind that because, I believed that underdogs are the blackhorses of the society. According to me, they tend to have to work twice harder than those snobs with fancy grades/qualification, and are usually street smart. I am one of them blackhorses. For what I lack in professional qualification, I make it up with sheer dedication and commitment to work. I might sound ribald here, but I am a force to be reckoned with when I am wearing a badge at work. I get respects and I fucking solve problems like Winston Wolf.

Anyway, like what the internet nowadays like to say – “the risk that I took was calculated, but man… was I bad at math.” Couldn’t be more true. I thought he could be like me, but what was I thinking? Fuck me. That new guy is a flop. He talks to himself, and when I explain things that get a wee bit complex to him (but not something too complex that a newbie couldn’t handle), his eyes would roll around like he was being tasered in his nuts. Occasionally, he’d nod off halfway during a discussion. He’d watch Youtube at work, and play one of those China Diablo clones on his fucking cellphone most of the time. He’s disrespectful to the female colleagues and he talks very loudly like he ate too much mercury from a broken thermometer when he was a kid. He doesn’t take notes when being mentored, only to later ask back the same thing that I have explained before.

So what do these kind of sods hope to get out of life/career being such a handful like that? Escapes me. In the old days, I was respectful, street smart and hardworking. I was aggressive and had high aspirations. I am always thirsty for knowledge and I take on challenges after another head on. That’s how I ended up as a project lead in a prominent silicon development company. It wasn’t given to me because I have a masters in something. It’s because of my ability to handle shit. I came a long way from where I was in a household that has only one expectation – to stay out of jail.

Now I see people like this guy, I can’t help but wonder how is it like in his brain. Things must’ve been simpler, and full of fancy creatures that talks. I don’t know if this is an intelligence thing. Fuck you people for being so stupid.

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February 13, 2019

what have i learned – Company T

I have worked in Company T as a project lead for 7 years now.

I’m not saying this proudly but rather, out loud to myself in disbelief. It’s a fuck of a company, and I hate everything in it. Reason why I stayed so long in this place, is because I am rather well paid there (it was double of what I earned from my last employment when joined, now tripled). So, it’s all for the money here now. There’s no heart in it… like a prostitute.

“I just can’t stand Company T employees, they are such whores”, I used to tell everyone that. Now, I can’t believe I’m employed here (I still refuse to call myself a ‘Company T employee’…)

So what have I learned there over the years at Company T? Not all the good things, I’m afraid. I learned how to fake shit there. That’s right… faking shit up.

I learned how to fucking fake a smile. I used to give people the flip-bird hard face when I wasn’t happy about something, but over here, I have to give a fake smile to every asshole I encounter because everyone is backstabbing each other over the simplest of things (if you know where to find the horror stories I encountered in Company T in this blog, you’d know why).

I learned how to fucking fake a courtesy. Like when one of the delinquent engineers refuses to reply my urgent email for the fifth time with a deadline in tow, I have to sound like I’m all dandy with him/her and keep resending the request with sweet frosting on top like “Hi IgnorantFatFuck, sorry for bothering you but, I would appreciate if you could provide the XML file for the voltage limit setting that has been due since last century. Thank you”…

I learned how to fucking fake my mental state. Like when a rookie does something moronic, instead of castigating him/her with something direct and fun like “you’re such a fucking dumbass that I’m surprised you made it this far in life. Did your mom drop you on the head when you were a kid? Or did your stepdad feed you kerosene when you’re a baby?”. Instead, I have to pretend that I care, and part fake words of wisdom to the imbecilic comrade to lift his/her spirits up and guide him/her back to the righteous path.

I learned how to fake a respect. Like when a high ranking oxygen waster wanted to discuss about something that’s retarded, I have to feign interest and pretend that I care enough to listen to his/her brain filth which they uncharacteristically refer to as ‘thoughts/ideas’… when all I think about is which tool to choose if I were to be given the free pass to clobber his/her head.

I learned how to pretend that I enjoy the company of idiots. Like someone whom I remotely know spontaneously joins me at the cafe to talk about something of little interest to me at the cafeteria and I have to fake it like I’m totally glad to have his/her company like I can’t do without, while I actually just want to enjoy my meal alone.

Whores.

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