Friday, May 30, 2008

Why does a chicken learn karate?

He went to work part time in a shoe store.  There was this guy who was bigger in size working in the store with him together with a few others.  He didn't take too much notice of him at first, as he didn't quite like the way the guy swaggered, talked a little too much and too loudly.  So he kept a tolerable distance from him.  He kept to his work and twice a week in the evenings he would routinely attend karate class.


His dad's advice had been straight-forward: Work hard and stay out of trouble.


But life has a way of spitting in your face just to test your patience.  He knew that bragging about anything just wasn't profitable but like most teenagers he loved to discuss what he did in his spare time with his colleagues.  Word got around.  Big guy with the big mouth heard of his regular pastime. 


"So I hear you're the chop-chop kid, huh?  Wow… Let's see what you can do with bricks.  Chop-chop!". 


Big guy came up with some discarded bricks and stacked up a few in the store's backyard where the guys sometimes hanged out during their breaks.  He ignored him and went back into the store.  Stay out of trouble.


Big guy followed him in and said, "Hey, what's the problem?  Hands too soft or what?  Sissy's shouldn't learn how to fight!"  He looked at him and said, "Look, I don't think I need to show you what I can do with my hands.  No point chopping bricks.  Doesn't prove anything." 


But Big guy didn't want to give up just yet.  Every now and then he would make some taunting remarks.  He had this notion that with his size it was enough for him to push little guys around.  And nobody's going to push back.  Not even karate kids.


He kept reminding himself of his dad's words: Stay out of trouble, stay out of trouble, stay out of trouble …. 

The pressure eventually began to build up.  His nerves and senses got more and more tensed day by day.  Every word, every gesture the big guy made rang louder and more obtrusive each time.


He was up in the store-room getting a pair of shoes for a customer.  Big guy came up later and was rummaging around looking for something.  And the remark came rather casually, as if two old friends were discussing the weather.


"Why does a chicken learn karate?"


There was an exchange of words, loud and harsh, back and forth.  Big guy lunged at him with a fist.  He dropped the shoes he had in his hands.  By the time he had done with him, there were shoes and shelves all about the room like a cyclone tore through it.  Big guy had a badly mauled up face and he couldn't see where he was going.  His size didn't help him after all.


For a whole week he couldn't sleep peacefully.  It was pretty easy to whack the daylights out of someone.  The bigger the size the larger the target.  But he worried about what the other guy would do next time they meet.  He feared for his safety in case the guy were to hit back at him unawares.  He wished he had been more patient.  He learnt that solving a problem with violence seemed to create more problems.  He stopped going to work. 


That was until the day the big guy showed up at his front door with his head still in bandages, a solemn smile on his face and offered his hand.


Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Mother 1st & last

Credit: got this from Zewt's

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Got Knocked Again


The last time someone made a gash in my rear door I had to fork out RM120 to knock it back into shape and respray.  That was half a year ago.  I didn't even know who did it.

This morning, a motorcyclist knocked off a lady's (also Myvi) side-mirror and whacked 2 dents into my rear fender and removed my front mud-flap.  He must have been weaving merrily through the traffic jam thinking nothing could stop him.  I heard a crunch and a crash.  I got out to inspect the damage.  While he was wondering what happened to him (he look so hopelessly lost and his bike was in a mess), the lady was trying to get him back to earth so she could negotiate a settlement. 

There was another motocyclist standing and staring wide-eyed at us.  He must have been caught in between.  I looked at him and looked again at the guy with the damaged bike and I decided I'm not going to waste my time.  I'll write this off as one of those days.  That's the price you have to pay for driving in this place...

And I think I'll leave those dents there just to keep others away. 








Tuesday, May 6, 2008

A Good Boss Should

As a boss, you can keep everybody in
your team at arm's length, you can be assertive and tough, you can even
sometimes get rough (to a limit).  You have to show yourself as fair
and square.  You can't afford to play favorites.  You don't need
to be buddy buddy with anybody.  But as soon as the wolves (from other
depts or from upper levels) bare their fangs at anyone without justification,
that's when your standing makes or breaks.  The rank and file will
then judge you from there.  You should defend them like you would
your own kid brothers or sisters.  If you're one who value your own
ass more than theirs' you can kiss your reputation goodbye.  No amount
of bonding will keep them holding your behind if it stinks.  That's
my verdict.

So, what's your idea of a good boss?