Friday, October 05, 2012

Of those whom we so despise in corporate life

It is quite remarkable how some people work with a “cowboy” approach. “Shoot from the hip; don’t think, just shoot.” They just bull-doze through with what they think should be done, with zero consideration of organisational structures and processes. There is much to be said for the need for constant change and challenging the ways we currently do things - but there is a difference between challenging status quo for improvement, and being totally out-of-sync with reality on the ground.

They have neither awareness nor appreciation of other colleagues’ job scopes, expecting them to do everything under the sun at their beck and call, as if people have no other more pressing duties to attend to than to drop everything and entertain them - they only know how to demand for results, without realising what it takes to get things done. They think their team-mates are their cage-bound, Ferris-wheel-running hamsters.

They do not make proper use of proper online processes - sending out last-minute meeting invitations to non-existent e-mail addresses and booking non-existent meeting rooms, and expecting that the invitees will turn up. They think they are the Emperor of China.

They talk loudly on the telephone, forgetting that office space is shared space, and human beings were born with ears and could do with a certain degree of quiet while at work. They conveniently forget that if a conference call is required, there is such a thing as a teleconference room, where the entire office does not have to be subjected to listening to their meeting. They think they are as charismatic and attention-worthy as The Late Night Show with David Letterman.

They send out group e-mails without identifying the recipient(s) in the headers, the contents of which are cryptic one-liners that are vague to the point of being totally useless, and then expect that people will take sensible action on them. They think everyone can read their minds and speak Martian.

They spread themselves a hundred miles wide, but only an inch deep - they have no sense for details, and are incapable of seeing both the forest and the trees (let alone the branches and the leaves). They love big words, but have no idea when those words really, really mean in real-life. These people need to get out of their swanky suits and Prada high-heels, and spend a month on the shop-floor with the real boys doing real work.

Overly-eager to please, they mindlessly agree to the customer’s every whim and fancy - but they forget that ultimately, their allegiance is with the company, and the ones who will end up picking up the shit from their over-commitments and lofty promises to the customers are their own colleagues. They derive their existence from making enemies out of their allies, forgetting whose side they are actually on. And then they wonder why the office is full of indifferent and uncooperative workers who display neither interest nor enthusiasm toward their cause.

Their high-handed approach inevitably results in high attrition rates within the organisation. And true to the injustices of corporate reality, when the last of the silent heroes whom they abused and manipulated have been martyred, they are hailed by the powers that be as the true survivors and heroes, ready to rise up the food chain and groom the next generation of cess-pots like them.

C’est la vie dans le monde de l’entreprise.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Facebook rant: There is more to life than “Like”!


While I sincerely appreciate the hundreds of times you have clicked “Like” on my Facebook posts, it would give me a really warm and fuzzy feeling if – once in a while – you make your humanly presence felt by saying something (and in any language you choose, other than “click”). That way, at least I know that you are still sound of mind, and have not devolved into an amoeba.


There... my Facebook “spit-the-dummy” for the morning. I think I’m done. Good day to all of you. Oh, shucks... is it Valentine’s Day already?

Sunday, February 12, 2012

A tribute to the classic Ladybird storybooks

I grew up reading well-loved Ladybird books such as King Arthur, Robin Hood, Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves and Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp. My son is growing up with Hi-5, an iPad and YouTube.

I would like him to enjoy the stories that I read when I was growing up like him. I would like him to know what the significance of the words “Open Sesame!” and “rubbing the lamp” are. I would like him to know how Sir Lancelot of the Lake defeated Sir Turquine of the Fort in a duel, and what the “Twelve Labours of Hercules” are. I would like him to know that there was a wealth of children’s books and fairy tales long before the Internet and a purple dinosaur called Barney came onto the scene.

I would also like Ladybird UK to give me one good reason why they do not continue to print these well-loved and timeless (read: no revisions required, just re-print them as they were and in Kindle format, if that is the way to go in the 21st century) classics despite them still thriving healthily in the children’s book publishing business after all these years. As a parent of Generation X who grew up on and loved these storybooks, I believe I speak for many of my contemporaries when I appeal for the resurrection and return of these literary treasures for the sake of our children and grandchildren many of whom will grow up not knowing an iota of these wonderful tales.

The collage below is a small tribute to just some of the classic Ladybird storybooks that helped to shape my childhood, my grasp of the English language at a very early age, and my rich imagination. And for that, I have my parents to thank for instilling the Ladybird reading habit in me.