Your leadership looked anything but inspiring. Management skills looked very thin, almost gaunt. Let me tell you something, you look had that gaunt look because you’ve been having too much Bakuteh at the rate of once a week on the weekend. Broadcasting your life at close range allow people to get so near to you that they could smell your breath and by the way they are like a few thousand kilo miles away from you.
Not fun when you’re sitting on a table like few thousand kilo miles away, people could still smell you, imagine your hongkong or in this case mudlaysia foot stinks the whole world. Anyway Nuffnang sucks and not because of you. Honestly. You would get pulled out of Nuffnang within next 2 years, if not sooner. Also, you should start a post in your blog “ Why Timothy look so gaunt”, so as to share with your loyal readers the real you. The friggin post might have a good effect on Nuffnang.
Hope you’re not getting affected to the point of calling your partner Ming aka the man who uses nuffnang as his blog title (don’t you frigging have a problem with that? He is using your company’s name to help promote his personal blog.) and shout Ming, Ming, have you read that blog? It pinpoints me so accurately as if he lives in me like that, how could he print it out on such a blog, its time I put a disclaimer right over my head.
So you sensed something wrong and sure enough, you observe his work and there’s this thing that shouldn’t be done this way and you try to put a magnifying glass on it and out of sudden, a warning sign erupted saying, like, don’t teach me too much or you do it yourself. Suddenly the whole place felt like leaking German gases out of someone’s butt.
Look look, don’t get mad, and just don’t do things this way ok? Frig you, boss I’m gonna go to a proper corporation where they are proper cultures and hierarchies and management style and proper leaders and managers and bosses. May problems bury you up to your neck on the beach at low tide Seriously. And all this is happening week-in week-out, like problems-not-enough- or something. So time has come where you feel you need a ‘doctor’ to come to your office with a few medications and most importantly a box of German Gas Destroyer. And you’re like, Yes. No Friggin. Way off mark. Doctor says why do you keep diapers in your office? You insist they are sanitary pad because they are ladies. And he is like, oh, well, you are a lot better than what they think of you. Really. Now you are not freaked out at all, because he just told you something you wanted to suit yourself in the first place and if you have just one single size of condom in the office, then even the smallest dick can use. So you called a meeting and explain that you are providing more than enough for everyone, and stop bitching about problems in this place because they are employed to solve problems anyway and they were wondering, whats going on, and then you wonder, what’s the big deal with the condom sizes? I wear that size all the time and it makes life a lot easier just to have one size, believe me. So if a little sperm juice squirts out of the rubber just coz it isn’t tight enough, you shouldn’t care because you told them you didn’t ask them to swim in a hole small enough that they could get ejected with sperm. They have noticed what you are made of.
So yeah. You still feel a little gaunt on this Monday and feel you could never get the to the top of your form. Like, fuck me.
You’ve never seen so much complaints about your decisions and the question is how do you become better? Why do I not know how to do this and that? Mostly people started careers with a small chair and I got a big one for my fat-ass, but I’m happy to do this and why do I need to do something stupid like the rest? You know what? I honestly believe I do not look like someone who needs to turn around and says to an idiot “Sorry Boss”. I live in a wonderful world where friggin people who I employed clean my car boots if I wanted them to. Hey, note to you, your business is fine, so does your blog. Everybody at Google are laughing at companies who try to follow the way they control the internet world but I hope you regain your sanity before you start work in an investment bank one day hopefully.
Okay, sorry folks. Timothy is in another cranky mood now, just think of something beautiful and shiny that has a sense of childlike wonder hiding behind the Nuffnang portal. Peace out.
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Monday, October 29, 2007
About That Level
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