Burn your bridges before arriving there
Monday 27 January 2014, 12.51pm HKT
11.30am local time, 20°C (68°F), warm and humid
THERE are many things I’m not terribly fond of about my hometown, but most of the time I keep my own opinions to myself because it’s not the done thing to bitch about them in the open.
But sometimes I’m faced with such insultingly insane work specifications (and/or insanely insulting attitude of the customer himself) that I’d rather burn my bridges on the spot even before I get to my bridges.
Such as yesterday morning’s drama with a prospective customer. In the end, it came to this:—
Me: “What exactly am I being called to do here? It’s not cool in the eyes of others to work like that. You’re looking for some general dogsbody to carry your workload, and I’m not it. That hopefully will short-circuit the inevitable ‘like-it-or-lump-it’ discussion.“
B(w)anker (pausing): “Then we can’t use you.”
Me: “Thank you. I’m glad that you can see it from my position.”
(image via c4c)
Sometimes you’ve got to fight fire with fire.
Fire works well enough for the normal run of assholes. Against industrial-strength assholes, napalm is the only answer. Ergo, my ‘short-circuit’ phraseology.
Somebody friendly took me aside and asked that I try to change this personage’s mind somehow.
Goddamit, I don’t want to change his mind! I can’t use or work with a man who NEEDS convincing or persuading — he might just change his mind once too often.
I don’t want to change MY mind either — not after the crap and the airs that he’s been giving everyone once too often.
Uh-oh, here’s comes the digression, like in every one of his post
One of the top things I hate and detest about Hong Kong has always been the way it gets things done.
Don’t get me wrong — The Hong Kong Way gets results, no question about that. It’s just that I don’t like how it gets results. It’s uncool and, not to put too fine a point on things, insulting more than a little once in a while for those at the receiving end.
Now if a place could be sung as a song — for instance, a pop song that could represent the national identity, the cultural psyche — then it’s something that reflects the people and society of that place.
Many songs do exactly that.
There being nothing else to say, that should lead in nicely to my next post, which is about the signature tunes of this ex-British/now-Chinese ring-a-ding-ling colony of Hong Kong.
Be here or be queer for that story.
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