My boss is incorrigible. He is the divisional manager of my company but he just couldnt seem to get the names right. When I say that he dint get my name right does not mean he used to mispronounce it or says it in a weird way. He called out the name correctly - but to the wrong person.
Everytime he wanted to call out for my colleague Mary, he shrieked out my name. In the beginning I used to think its just for the time being. Once he gets used to it, it wont happen. But it had been 1 and a half year and history kept repeating itself everytime he wanted to call out for either one of us. He called me Mary and my colleague Darshini. Its reached to the stage where both of us had got so used to it that everytime he called out my colleagues name, guess who answered?
Its not that we dint try correcting him. A little more than a million times. Mary & me decided that its really annoying that we have lost our identity and its high time we take matters into our own hands. So, we decided that next time he called out my name - Mary instantly says 'Yes, you called me' just to make him realise that he is dumb enough to call out the wrong name but we are smart enough to respond correctly. And hey, the idea did work. He realised that he called out the wrong name everytime. And situation did get better. Both, me & my colleague were kind of getting used to him calling out the names correctly. Just when everything was going fine, the clock struck 12:00.
A few weeks after the correct name-calling he started dialing the wrong extension nos. 103 is Mary's extension & 101 is mine. He started dialing Mary's extension to give instructions to me and vice-versa. Even more havoc was created after he started doing that since its his habit never to listen to our 'Hello' and just start off with whatever he has to say. Both of us kept running to each other to pass the information as correctly as we can.
It was like there has to be a mix-up somewhere or the other in his head. Thus, we decided to solve this problem, retain our identities and for the sake of smooth working - we have finally swapped our extension nos. Now, everytime he wants to speak to me, he calls Mary's extension & still he gets to speak to me. Smooth running.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Feels like ages since I have blogged. Surprisingly, in the last few weeks I had absolutely nothing popping up in my head worth enough to blog about. Its like you keep doing your daily duties but at the end of the day you feel like you have done absolutely nothing at all except spent your day facing against wall. That blank.
Anyways, a lot of the emptiness has cleared out. And guess what has assisted me in doing that? The Newspaper. Really, the news nowadays are something we can ponder upon for hours. My newspaper habits are like I begin reading it from the last page and go to first. I left reading the front headlines a few months after Osama Bin Laden & Sept 11 attacks episodes. Besides, the last pages seem to be more interesting than the headlines. Those days I used to grab the paper to see if he has been caught or not. But in vain. I have even stopped believing whether he ever existed. Or was it like a cartoon character given birth by the U.S. govt to play their tactical games? Debatable topic. Lets leave it for the moment.
I sat with my steaming cup of coffee to read the newspaper. And guess who I see on the last page (which gives the general news around the world) - I see our own Ms. Malika Sherawat wearing clothes made from a woman's handkercheif, hand in hand giving a big tight smackeroo to Jackie chan at the Cannes. I wont debate on the clothes since it depends on one's choice of comfortability. But I still think her choice of clothes were, what to say - Loud. I dont contemplate the idea of showcasing our culture by being draped in a saree with 'bindi' & 'gajara' but I will not contest the fact the there is some kind of sensuality which flows from a woman wearing a saree. In such cases, the best option is to wear neutral ensembles and carry a neutral behaviour which indirectly portrays that one is ready to listen if not accept the others' ideas.
I think wearing sexy outfits are good enough if complimented by the right attitude. Otherwise it looks plain bogus.
Anyways, a lot of the emptiness has cleared out. And guess what has assisted me in doing that? The Newspaper. Really, the news nowadays are something we can ponder upon for hours. My newspaper habits are like I begin reading it from the last page and go to first. I left reading the front headlines a few months after Osama Bin Laden & Sept 11 attacks episodes. Besides, the last pages seem to be more interesting than the headlines. Those days I used to grab the paper to see if he has been caught or not. But in vain. I have even stopped believing whether he ever existed. Or was it like a cartoon character given birth by the U.S. govt to play their tactical games? Debatable topic. Lets leave it for the moment.
I sat with my steaming cup of coffee to read the newspaper. And guess who I see on the last page (which gives the general news around the world) - I see our own Ms. Malika Sherawat wearing clothes made from a woman's handkercheif, hand in hand giving a big tight smackeroo to Jackie chan at the Cannes. I wont debate on the clothes since it depends on one's choice of comfortability. But I still think her choice of clothes were, what to say - Loud. I dont contemplate the idea of showcasing our culture by being draped in a saree with 'bindi' & 'gajara' but I will not contest the fact the there is some kind of sensuality which flows from a woman wearing a saree. In such cases, the best option is to wear neutral ensembles and carry a neutral behaviour which indirectly portrays that one is ready to listen if not accept the others' ideas.
I think wearing sexy outfits are good enough if complimented by the right attitude. Otherwise it looks plain bogus.
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