Kids say the darnest things...

and when you eye-ball that same kid 20 years later, trying to exactly that, what would say? I'd say, "What an idiot".

Right, so well, man...... I used to dread coming home after my office hours are over. What was I suppose to do at home once I'm off from work, anyway?

Well, that was the old me. As oppose to now, (yep there's the new me, there might not be an 'I' in me, but hey *shrug*) I would actually count the days till the days would turn into the weekends, and off I go screaming (in my head), yes, TGIFF. And that's for, "Thank God, It's Freakin Friday". Then I'd just get into that "Hari Tidor Sedunia" mood, or "Worldwide Sleeping Day", and take your pick, you can even go eenie-meenie-miney-moe get in that mood to pick either one of the weekend days, and nobody would bug you after that. Now that's democracy.

Oh and, I had an interesting conversation with a colleague of mine. And his name's Nik, a cool Malay chap really. As I was composing a "Tai-chi" e-mail to another team who-has-absolutely-nothing-else-to-do but to request for an RCA, and that's Root Cause A[for something]. It's a term/definition for a process to identify the underlying cause for an incident (a.k.a. problem, issue, yada yada). But anyhow, that's a different story altogether. And this Nik, was saying, "Wow, that's heck of an e-mail you're writing, and you know what, they should appoint you as one of the Managers, and that's what Manager's do, they write e-mails". Haha. And of course, my manager was sitting about five meters (or less, I think) away from us, when this particular conversation took place.

And my cost center manager, that's a fancy shmancy word for the big boss, well alright, he's not THE big kahuna, and come to think of it he's more like an achovy, well ok, maybe sea herring, and he's seemingly particular about the hours you spent in the office. Hmm.. I wonder would he actually keep track of the time I spent out of the office taking puffs (yep, you read my mind, talk about curry puffs, kaya puffs, you name it) eh? It's either me slouching/dozing off at the desk, or me taking my puffs outside. Talk about productivity.. see now that's what I'm talking about. I think I should be a Manager, I'm old enough, I think. How old should a Manager be anyway?

*drum rolling*