Monday, July 27, 2015

I'm expecting a large bonus after this..

A couple of friends who are colleagues shared an amusing tale of a vacation that they took together. They were recent transplants to Hong Kong and they were asked (instructed) by their boss to take a week off work due to some sort of shift scheduling conflict. The man's girlfriend was not able to take time from her job so the man and his female colleague decided to take their holiday together.

After a week in Boracay, they returned, tan and relaxed, to their staff residence. The man's girlfriend soon arrived but the doorman told her that the man wasn't at home. In fact, the doorman would not even allow the girlfriend to enter despite never having a problem with her entering the building before. The doorman continued to adamantly tell the girlfriend that the man was not in residence at the time and would not allow her to pass. After several minutes, the female colleague wandered out of the building on her way to run an errand. Not long after that, the doorman experienced a change in his attitude and allowed the girlfriend to enter the building. 

Thursday, July 23, 2015

in a kingdom by the sea

I had a feeling about the group next to me at the beach, and my hunch was confirmed when they followed up a too good to be purely amateur rendition of "Circle of Life" with an equally impressive "Let it Go", led by a very blonde woman. We were set up next to Disney Cast members. SB was somehow still not totally convinced until they broke into dance.

They had that look. When I lived in Florida, my classmate's older sister was a Disney performer and I have come to recognize the youthful, quirky and dramatic characteristics of Disney talent. They are not so different from the Broadway cast members that I have come across, just that they travel in smaller herds.

It was enjoyable listening to them, even as they became progressively drunker and sillier. By the time that we packed up to go home, we had been treated to several movie song reels. The tan singers sang along to Aladdin, the blonde ones were clearly from Frozen, though the beast wasn't really beastly. It was a treat.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

catch me if you can

For the past week I had been having increasingly heated discussions with a project manager regarding a design change that he brought about against my advice which backfired on him. He asked me to make some more changes to fix his errors, which I strongly opposed but my boss agreed on. Then he discovered that his initial change and subsequent fix were both unfeasible and submitted another batch of corrections that made even less sense. When I said no to incorporating the changes, he claimed that all of this mess was due to my incompetence during the first set of changes, because my drawings showed items that were not practical or even build-able. I reminded him that he had rammed these changes through against my objections and I only changed the drawings after he agreed with my boss that he would take responsibility for them. His reply was that unless I could find proof of this, I was to carry out a large amount of abortive work because I would be found at fault. He knew full well that this is his error but he was counting on the fact that I wouldn't be able to produce documentation of the conversation between himself and my boss, who left the firm and everyone knows that the old boss spitefully and illegally wiped his office computer's hard drive.

Well, apparently this lovely specimen of humanity (the project manager, not the boss although the boss is not far behind) had not paid attention to the multiple stories of people getting busted for various crimes because completely erasing your hard drive is not easy. It's better to just remove it and burn it (criminals take note). I got a hold of my ex-boss's old computer and spent four hours of my own time last night recovering the partitions. I would have performed this task even if it had taken a month, inspired as I was by anger at the project manager. This morning I triumphantly forwarded the recovered emails with the PM's assertion that he was going to force through his idiotic design change for his own idiotic reasons, which I followed up with a "gentle reminder that trust once lost is difficult to restore." Yeah, f*ck you, project manager.