Friday, August 12, 2005
Intelligence
I thought it would be a challenge to work in the Joint Intelligence Directorate for NS.
I am right, for the wrong reason.
The challenge of my everyday job is to deal with the immense amount of stupidity my superiors ooze out.
And I thought having intelligence is a given prerequisite for working in a unit that deals with intelligent work.
For example, I have recently been having a little trouble with a certain supplier for a certain magazine. What happens is the magazine keeps arriving late. In fact, we have not, until now, received the July issue yet. On one hand I have the suppliers telling me that they have indeed air-mailed the magazine multiple times, on the other hand I have my bosses telling me to keep calling and chasing for the magazine. Points to note:
1) Stop pretending. You are not that hardworking to be bothered so much by ONE late magazine. Just look at that pile of magazines on your table that you have NOT cleared. So please, spare me the 'I'm a really hardworking person I want my magazine now' crap.
2) There is absolutely no logic in asking me to call the supplier EVERY DAY to chase for the magazine. It takes 3-5 days for the air-mail to reach us. More importantly, if you call everyday to chase, you are just going to piss people off. Yeah, I'm sure you really enjoyed it when Big Boss keeps chasing you for this article or that report. I bet you weren't really cursing him and his whole family to hell.
3) When I try to give reasons as to why we are still not receiving the magazine, I am not trying to explain things for the supplier. I am merely employing my God-given intelligence to propose a few reasonable factors which may have affected the delivery. Maybe if you worked your brains a little more often you would have thought of them yourself, instead of acting like 5-year-old kids whose mothers refused to give candy to.
4) It is not my fault that the delivery is late. Please do not assume to dump all your frustration on me. See, this is the problem with female bosses. PMS. Oh please, your biological impediment is of no concern to me, and I have no wish to be a victim of it. Hide in your office and rant. Don't come to work. Scream it out on your kids. Do anything, just get it off my face.
5) If you are going to operate on the assumption that your method is always going to be the best method, then don't complain that I do not take enough initiative. I can't seem to show your the error in your logic (no doubt due to your infrequent usage of intelligence), neither can I overstep your rank, so please forgive me as I consult your professional opinion on every matter big and small.
Don't get me wrong, I respect my bosses. Well, most of them, at least. They have fine work attitudes, but they still manage to get on my nerves sometimes. Some of them, of course, see bossing NSFs around, taking 1 hour tea breaks (note the plural) and generally making everybody else's life more miserable than it already is as their primary purpose of existance. Of them, I have absolutely no respect.
See, even PES E NSFs can get shit from their superiors as well!
NS talk just depresses me.
{/9:42 AM}
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