When wifey went berzerk...

All of us who are making a slight contribution to the society by being employed should know and would know that a manager is horse shit in the form of a human being (most of the time). Ironically, according to wikipedia the word manager derives from the Italian word 'maneggiari' which means to 'handle a horse'.
Yesterday wifey had a bit of a rough day with her manager. Come to think of it, the manager got roughed up by wifey. My lovely wife, who's come up the hard way doesn't take shit from anyone, not even from me. She (my wife that is) was asked to help out another department of the company she is working for and being the multi tasker and the quick learner she is, this was peanuts for her.
But what she didn't realise was that her present boss didn't know how to do half the things my wife did. Am I doubting the credibility of my wife's boss? Nope, not in the slightest. I just think she's a twat who's got to where she is now, through her friends in high seats. (this is true by the way)
So during my wife's tenure at this new department, the work at her old department hadn't been done. So when my wife finally came back to her old department, there were piles and piles of files she had to sought out. Don't worry my wife is not a filing clerk, she just happens to work in an organisation that believes in the environment so much so that they even print their shopping lists.
Anyways, my wife was not a happy woman yesterday and to make things worse the manager had kept on asking her to send emails confirming how long it would take her to get the remaining work done. There comes a point when everyone looses it. After a few emails here and there, wifey had gone directly to the big boss and told him about the horse shit she had to deal with. Then the big boss had called horse shit and tried resolving this. Big mistake!
F words had been flying and personal attacks had been made and both wifey and horse shit have had a go at each other. According to reliable sources from inside, wifey had won the battle and horse shit had been put in her rightful place.
Wifey had come out of the 'den' as the victor and literally had a 'paparazzi' moment when she stumbled upon a heap of employees waiting outside the den trying to get the goss. I find human behaviour quite interesting. We all love supporting an under dog but if he/she is loosing then we go towards horse shit even though that's not what we believe in. I guess wifey had proved a point or two to everyone there. She was even offered a cup 'o tea by the cowards outside! What can I say, it was certainly entertaining and made me realise that the more you keep your head down, the more they try to wash their hands over it. Never heard of that line before? Tough!

The Gentleman's game

Cricket is intertwined with the word gentleman somehow. Maybe the long bearded W.G Grace (not so graceful looking) would've had something to do with it. Or maybe it's Bradman who did it. I really don't know who did it but I do know who is trying to get the word out of cricket.
Playing for an English county is everyone's dream. A shy man from lanka managed to get into a club on the sly once. This was a dream come true for him, especially after playing soft ball cricket in the sub continent. Toiling hard to get a wicket on the flat and dry sub continent was a distant memory when his balls started to swing and cut. He was promoted to the first XI after just one practice session. Brilliant isn't it?
So as a normal lankan would do, he invited fellow lankans to join the club. The problem with us lankans is that where ever we go, we make it our own and create a sense of belongingness in our minds. What a waste of time was that!
So as the story goes, the lankans really enjoyed the first few matches. They managed to get the side into winning ways again. But then there was a loosing streak and the blame culture and the hot potato syndrome crept in. Everyone started to pass the buck. The Wheezle who captained the side had a row with a self appointed selector/player. The opposing teams had 13 players on their side most of the time, due to these arguments/rows of the pink team's players. Oh yah, I forgot to mention, pink team was the name of this very small county team. A nice name for a bunch of boys who fought like girls! No disrespect ladies but your slender ways are not always positive!
Anyway the bottom line is, 2 of the 4 lankans were dropped from a crucial game and the other two followed suit and dropped themselves. Life in England does teach you many things. One of them is to never judge a book by it's cover and never ever think that you belong to a gentleman's club. (don't take the meaning of gentleman's club literally though) Life in the land of the queen can be very un-gentleman like most of the time. The racist sledging on the pitch sometimes continued off the pitch. Thanks to Bombay onions and Sikhs, we are still surviving!

Working from home

Never heard of the concept before until I came to England. The English are a strange lot you know. They don't work 'till late, most of them have re-arranged their body clocks according to the wall clocks at work. Yet, they do work hard, I mean very hard. Sometimes they work from home. I know it's not a novel thing, but for shysly, it was quite an unusual but a very useful thing. He got his weekly marketing done, went to the bank, took the car for a service and then logged onto his laptop at around 5pm to check his emails. For him, that was working from home, in true lankan style. The Germans once invented a ticketing machine for buses which was fool proof. But a Srilankan managed to break into it and misuse it so that instead of ten printed tickets, it gave out one. The wrong tools in the wrong hands can have a devastating effect.