it is not that common, not that easy and definitely a grey area when it comes to making a decision to let go of a subordinate. i was informed by my subordinate that....
well, he is under my supervision but has had decades of working experience compared to me and we are more than just working colleagues. id use the word friends (WITHOUT ANY BENEFITS or sexual encounters!).
he told me that he has been offered a job elsewhere for a managerial position and that the position is 80% assured to be his. my immediate reaction was:
1. what are they offering you?
2. how about the salary
3. prospects for career advancement?
4. fixed bonusses / increment?
5. wheres the location?
while generally what is really expected out of me from a management point of view really is:
are u really sure about this new job? u have worked here so long and u are familiar of the system. u have built a strong reputation over these years. we will not hold u back if u decide to move but i think u need to consider that u have to start all over again at the new job. the company to what i have heard is still not stable compared to ours which have been around for more than 30 years. do u think its wise to take that chance for just an additional 100ringgit? i hope u can make the right decision for yourself since all your children are still schooling and u need the financial stability. its up to u. if u decide to leave, we wish u all the best.
as his boss, i am 'REQUIRED' to have structured my statement in a way that is encouraging at the same time convince him not to leave. on the top of my mind i can think of issues like training a new staff, remuneration packages, work ethics and theres always the issue that his replacement could be a complete jackass.
i think somewhere down the conversation i even tried to convince him to take this new job.
STUPID STUPID STUPID!
this is where the grey part comes in. since i already know his concerns regarding annual bonus and increment where his salary has already reached the maximum cutoff point, i just couldn't pull myself together to play the management politics at him.
if he is getting better offers, as a friend and more importantly a human being am i not supposed to let him go wishing that he can achieve his full potential?
call me stupid, but id rather live with my stupidity rather than the guilty conscience when he is scraping his wallet for small change at the end of the month to support his wife and 4 children.
it is either i have become too lazy or ean has brought tonnes of bad luck to this blog!
it has been 3 weeks since my last update..not GOOD..
but im back with a bang!
well, maybe not a HUGE bang, perhaps a small one..
or a moderate and digestable bang filled with sordid details of XXX..(i know u like it..everybody likes sordid details of XXX)
call me a pervert, but lately i just keep having the flashes of images of a certain 'look' in my brain.
the visions of soccer players..
well to set matters straight im not really a fan of this sport.
what i mean by that is i dont really care about the game, the strategy, the leagues, cups or whatever...however from time to time, i do pretend to watch it with my straight friends..(or those who also pretend to be intrigued by the game)
why i do this? thats a million dollar question...just to be part of the macho, testosterone filled alpha males i guess.
while the others are participate in face turning to red from the rage of supporting their teams, i actively admire the perfect male form in shorts...
now coming back to the flashing images in my brain..my most favourite part of a match is when the players come out to the field adjusting their shorts and of course their errr crown jewels..whoopss!
call me a pervert but i not going to deny it..my next favourite moment comes when a player gets substituted..
if we notice, there comes the act of adjusting shorts and balls again..the most captivating moment is when a player jumps in to tackle the ball!
NOW NOW!! this is when the butt slides on the grass and the shorts go all over the place and most often exposing sexy legs and jockstaps..
ooohh mama!! the viewing pleasure further is heightened when the field wet and the player is wearing white shorts..
but these dont make the images that keep flashing in my brain.
imagine the soccer player stretching in the field, legs wide open...and wide by my definition is so wide that the shorts are stretched and exposed to the point that a big cat can play hide and seek in it....
ok..now imagine that the cat is a metaphorical cat..
metaphorically the cat is my hand..well metaphorically exchanging the word hand to cat somehow makes me seem a little less perverted..
YOU'LL SEE WHY!!
'THE CAT' which has been really hungry is mesmerized by the 'aroma' or the soccer players legs (which im going to call: 'THE FISH')....the cat gets hungrier and tells itself: HMM! I THINK I NEED TO GO HUNTING!
slowly the cat goes near the fish...
first smelling the droplets of water (sweat) on the muscular fish..the salty aroma of the fish further triggers the cats mind.. the cat gets hungrier>>not that the cat could help it.
then the cat says to itself: HMM MAYBE I SHOULD PLAY WITH THE FISH..afterall its the fish who was all delicious and flexing its delicious muscles that sent the cat into a hormone raging being.
so the cat grabs the fish by its calf. and licks it..and says: HMM WET, SALTY and REALLY hard >>>calf!
curious, the cat goes slightly higher and it notices more muscles and more water droplets..
i mean what can a helpless can do with so much temptation, right? in the cats mind, it tells itself: OF ALL THE FISH IN THE SEA, SOCCER PLAYER FISH HAS THE NICEST MUSCLES! ..
of course by this time the cat is already overwhelmed with sensation..and not to forget the raging hormones
it goes further up and notices some coconut. 2 to be exact. thinking hard, it says to itself: HMM MAYBE IM SUPPOSED TO PUT MY STRAW AT THE CENTRE...IN THE VALLEY CONNECTING BOTH THE COCONUTS..
but a cat is not that intelligent...thus it decides to continue the exciting and wonderful journey it has experienced this far...still walking in the valley between the coconuts...it hits 2 small bumps..but these bumps are not as big as coconuts..in fact they are just as big as grapes..
in a very big confusion, the cat asks it self: SERIOUSLY GUYS can a person get more perverted than this?!!