don't kill the messenger

don't kill the messenger

why do many people like to shoot the messenger when they've got a news they dont like.

at my office, lunch is provided daily. this is becos my place at jurong is very ulu. we've got to take a bus to find food. plus, lunch hour is officially noon to noon-thirty. 30 mins but no one really follows. we just eat and talk. that's the only time i could unwind a little. you know, work is really taking all my focus and energy. i've got an old shoulder injury that is aching now... been well for like.. 8 years,, and now becos im tired, it's aching.. need a massage.

k,, about shooting the messenger. we have to give our lunch order by 10am sharp. once the clock ticks 10.01, the aunty will not take any orders. sometimes when we work, we forget the time. obviously if a worker works and forget the time means that he is a good worker. and that is me, i think work is more important than lunch. many times, they have to peel me from my work station to ask me for lunch. so anyway i was saying-- there is this nice young chap, he is young and still very nice (as in kind). he would take orders for those regulars (my gang). they would shout (ask aloud) - what's for lunch today? what's the menu? and he would rattle on whatever that's on menu. then they would go "AI YA!! SAME OLD BORING STUFF! EVERY DAY EAT THE SAME THING, CANT THEY HAVE SOMETHING ELSE" and this goes on for as long till i intervened. you see , i hate it when kind people who are doing a favour bear the brunt of hostility. eventhough this is mild, i still dont like it. so one day i joked- AI YA DONT KILL THE MESSENGER, if you're not happy, you've got to go order lunch yourself. then i demonstrated that i am grateful that there is first of all, lunch provided, secondly, someone kind enough to remind me about ordering lunch so that i dont miss the boat. with me happily saying thank you to the boy, eventually the complaints stopped.

dont kill the messenger. kill yourself maybe.