Kickapoo, Joy Juice, Product Of Singapore
(Picture taken in Singapore)
It’s actually not that bad!
Would You Put This Joy Juice In Your Mouth?
Singapore McDonald’s Seaweed Shaker Fries
From what I’ve seen, the McDonald’s menu is tailored to the country it’s in, to appeal more to the locals. In the Philippines there is a longganisa (Filipino sausage) and rice meal, for example. Up until today I hadn’t noticed anything too different about the meals in Singapore, except for the choice of drinks. There are different teas offered here, rather than the sweet iced tea you might be accustomed to in the US.
Today though, I saw something that was a big deviation from the norm. Seaweed shaker fries. They give you the large fries and a packet with some sort of seaweed flakes / flavoring in it. They also give you a small paper bag. You dump the fries and the seaweed flakes / flavoring into the bag and shake it up. Then you enjoy your ‘seaweed shaker’ fries. Sounded kinda gross to me, so I passed. I don’t do the whole ‘up-sizing’ thing anyway. The regular sized meal is full of enough calories, fat and grease as it is.
These Seeds Are Cummin’
Ya, that old joke. I couldn’t resist it, seeing as how the much more tame “cumin” spelling is what I’m accustomed to seeing in the US.
(Picture taken in Singapore)
The “Next Blog” Button is Worthless
This is just a short break from the series I’m writing to say that the “Next Blog” button located on the Google Blogger toolbar is worthless.
When clicking this thing, you should be taken to a random blog each and every time. There are hundreds of thousands of blogs, if not more, on the Blogger system. There’s no reason why I shouldn’t get an unique blog every time I click that “Next Blog” button. Instead, I’m sent to the same 7 or 8 blogs over and over again. Half aren’t in English, and the other half aren’t interesting or I wouldn’t keep “Next Blog”ing past them.
I mean, seriously. If I click “Next Blog” and the blog I see is something I don’t like, and is also a blog that doesn’t have the toolbar, I click the “back” button and then click the “Next Blog” button again. Why is it that if I do this, I’m taken back to the same blog that I just navigated away from? Then why does it happen 3 times in a row or more?
Also, why is it that I’m taken to blogs whose written language is in something I couldn’t even guess at? Blogger incorporates language settings, so why aren’t they being made use of?
The “Next Blog” button has a lot of potential as a content discovery method, but only if the way it’s implemented is greatly improved. Every few months I give it a whirl, hoping for some improvement, and every few months I’m disappointed.
Google is a giant and the world leader when it comes to search and content discovery, so why are they failing at such a simple implementation of technology? Is it really that hard to set this thing up so that you get a different blog every time you click it?
A Poor Example of Leadership
When I went through leadership training two of the basic principles we were taught is that you should never ask your subordinate to do something you weren’t willing to do yourself, and you should lead by example.
So, here’s an example of a failure of both of those sound leadership principles.
You ask your employees to work extra hours, without pay, to meet unrealistic goals. You do this regularly, and your employees, having no choice but to comply for fear of losing their jobs, do it. Rather than staying behind as well, to ensure that your personnel are getting the job done, and to show that you too are sacrificing for the good of the company, you leave on time every day. As you go out the door on time every day your subordinates are still slaving away at their stations, becoming more and more filled with resentment at their mistreatment.
The result is that you create a hostile work environment, where the employees resent their jobs and resent you for asking them to stay behind when you’re not willing to do it yourself. These are major failures in leadership, as you undermine your own authority and cause your employees to stop caring about their work. Employees will start performing to the minimum, rather than trying to excel, because they have no desire to impress you, as they don’t like you to start with. Eventually that dislike spreads to dislike for the job and the company as a whole, and employees start biding their time until another opportunity comes along, rather than making plans to invest in their careers with the company.
There are right ways to lead and manage people and they’ve been identified as the right ways to do things because they work. I wonder at how some people attain managerial positions and yet these basic tenets of management and leadership seem beyond their grasp.
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The Abuse of Non-Resident Workers in Singapore
If you’ve been keeping up with my blog recently you’ll have read that Singapore can be a pretty rough place for a foreigner. There’s plenty of racism and discrimination from locals. Unfortunately, this type of discrimination is also common in the work place.
In Singapore business, appearance is everything. Companies want to present the best image they can, regardless of the internal cost and that’s usually going to be at someone’s expense, because they want a certain level of service to be rendered but at the same time they don’t want to put forward the capital or manpower required to adequately meet their goals. Someone winds up suffering, and those someones are typically foreign workers.
You see, being in Singapore on a work permit is a rather unique situation. People usually apply for jobs in Singapore through recruitment agencies in their home countries. If they’re approved they receive a card that designates them as being about to legally enter Singapore without needing their passport stamped and remain for the duration of their work contract. Now, people that do this sort of thing are either looking to improve their lives, or they have financial obligations at home, like a family to support. Either way, they have to maintain their job. If a person loses their job they’re only given so many days to find a new one before they have to leave Singapore, and sometimes that time-frame is only 2 weeks. You see what I’m saying? There’s a lot of pressure to make sure you stay in your employer’s good graces, because you’re almost guaranteed to have to leave the country if you leave your job. Moving from one country to another can be a big deal. It can be even more stressful when your income is cut off and you have obligations to meet.
In other words, there’s really no wriggle-room. You work, or you get put out and you have to leave the country.
Being the pricks they are, people like to take advantage of that here. They create unrealistic expectations in their KPIs. They ask employees to stay longer hours, often unpaid, to do more work, even if that employee has exceeded the target set for the day. This is done so that the company can get around hiring more people to manage the workload more effectively, but is an abuse to the worker. In the case of maids, I’m sure there are far worse abuses that happen despite the strict rules regulating maids in Singapore.
Regardless, there’s no much of a recourse for these foreign workers. If they decline the request to work the longer hours too many times, they’ll simply be let go and they’ll have to pack up the life they’ve made in Singapore and return to their country, often with not much to show for their efforts and no immediate prospects for work. If they file a complaint with the company? Same result. File a complaint with MoM? Well, something might happen in the future but the company would find a reason to fire that person. Change their job? Well, it’s not always that easy. Most foreigners come to Singapore on a contract, so they can’t change jobs. If they can, it could be hard to find one, and if they do, and there’s even the slightest delay in the paperwork, they could have to pack up and leave the country and then come back once the new contract is approved.
You see what I’m getting at here? The labor laws in Singapore regarding foreigners are either not strict enough or they’re not being properly enforced to protect the interests of the foreign workers that are being hired. These people are employees, not slightly paid slave labor.
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Damn Flying Pigs…
This past Friday I was excited about going to the mall to get something nice to eat and then shop around a bit. My wife and I also had plans to go out and enjoy ourselves over the weekend. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.
It was strange, really. All day I felt fine. Once I got to the mall though and walked inside I started to feel tired. Then I realized my muscles all felt like they were aching. So, I sat down and when I sat down I realized not only how tired I was, but that even my butt cheeks were aching.
We wound up not staying at the mall for very long. I didn’t eat much either. My appetite was disappearing. By the time I got home, I really felt like crap. In a short two hours I went from feeling fine to feeling like I’d been hit by a bus.
The next morning my wife took my temperature and I was running a fever at 38.4 C. I wound up sleeping most of the day away. In fact, I did a lot of sleeping from Friday evening through Monday afternoon. On Saturday night my fever peaked at 39.4 and then started dropping. By the end of Sunday it had fallen to 38.4 and then by Monday morning it was at 36.6. It went up briefly to 38 again on Monday but it returned to normal in about an hour.
It doesn’t sound like much when I put it that way, as just a chronological list of temperatures, but those were some rough days. Those are the types of fever temperatures that make it hard to sleep and make you think those weird thoughts while you’re laying there. If you’ve ever had a fever and your mind started to wander I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.
I never did go to the hospital. I’ve always been a stubborn idiot like that when it comes to being sick. I hate hospitals. I remember one year I was sick and dizzy and was still doing physical training in the morning and going to work because I just had too much to do. Weird right? Well, I also didn’t want to be bothered with going to the hospital just to be told that I had a cold or flu or something and I should just rest in bed, drink fluids, and take something for the fever and then get a huge bill for being told something I already knew. I didn’t really have any clue as to what I had. I just thought I had a regular cold or flu.
Anyhow, by Monday afternoon the fever was completely gone and I was fuzzy headed and exhausted but fine. I wound up sleeping most of Monday away and didn’t get out of bed until 4pm. After all that sleeping my brain was running on overdrive and I was catching up on internet stuff so I wasn’t able to sleep until 6 am or so and then I had to get up again at 9 am to make it to an appointment. So, I wound up sleeping most of Teusday afternoon and evening away too. It feels like the last 4 days just sort of slipped away from me. I don’t even remember most of the days I was sick, since I had a fever or was sleeping the whole time.
So, how did I actually find out it was H1N1? Well, I passed it off to someone I live with. They went to the doctor right away and the doctor confirmed what it was. They complained of the exact same symptoms: sudden muscle ache and fatigue, followed by fever.
Well, at least I don’t have to worry as much about H1N1 anymore. I already have some antibodies ready for it for a while. I’m still tired though. I guess it’ll take a while for me to regain my strength.
Undisciplined Children on a Singapore Bus
On Friday afternoon I was on the bus, heading to the MRT station so I could meet my wife for dinner. I was on a single story bus in the standing area, leaning against the padded rest.
(For those of you not familiar with Singapore buses, I found the photo at left on Jom Naik Bas!, which seems to be a blog dedicated to reviewing modes of transportation, mostly in the Malaysia/Singapore area.)
So, anyway, I was standing there, leaning against that rest and chatting with my wife via SMS. There were two kids playing around in front of me (towards the rear of the bus). I wasn’t paying much attention to them, but after a brief stop, when the bus lurched back into motion, the kids stumbled. Like I said, they were goofing off, being noisy, and they weren’t holding onto anything. So, one of the kids stumbles and stomps down on my foot. I was only wearing slippers (flip-flops), and the boy had rubber shoes on, so it hurt. I wasn’t that upset about it because it was an accident, so I stood there, looking at the kid, waiting.
What was I waiting for? Can you guess? Well, apparently the boy didn’t know or care, because instead of doing what was proper, he glanced at me briefly and then went back to playing. His mother, who was sitting to my right and saw the whole thing, didn’t bother to speak up either.
Why did I have to be the boy’s parent for a few minutes on the bus that day? Why did I have to teach him a lesson his mother should have already taught him, and should have scolded him for forgetting?
I closed the cover on my iPhone and put it in my pocket and then I leaned towards the boy and said, loudly enough for his failure of a mother to hear as well, “You know, the polite thing to do when you step on someone’s foot is to apologize.“
The kid looked at me as if he were shocked. Is it so uncommon a thing to ask people to be polite to each other? No reaction from the mother. Perhaps she doesn’t care about what her child learns? I bet she would have reacted if I had simply reached out and smacked the boy in the back of the head. That probably would have made headlines here. I can see it now: “Ang moh asshole abuses boy on bus for stomping his foot and not saying sorry.”
Anyhow, the boy looked at me, all shocked, and said, “Oh, sorry.” Then returned to playing with his friend. I was satisfied at the time, but later I would remember that honorifics are used in this country. I don’t exactly think of myself as an “uncle“, though I’ve been referred to that way before by kids that are about 10, but a “Sorry, sir” or a “Sorry, uncle” would have sounded much more convincing to me.
The kid is probably already spoiled if he’s that indifferent to other people’s space, or to the fact that he caused injury to another person. I blame his parents, and I blame society. This is where it starts. The kid doing something wrong and the parent not correcting them, or no one correcting them. This leads to a self-centered “me me me” attitude that produces kids who think they walk on water, foreigners are trash, and anyone who does an “un-glam” job is a failure.
There will be a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth when that bubble bursts.
Honey Did What?
If honey shat cookies, I wonder what she’s been eating?
(Picture taken in Singapore)
What Determines A Person’s Worth?
I was thinking about this question because of something that happened earlier today. I woke up briefly in the morning and I thought I heard the maid crying. I’m sick, though, so I rolled over and went back to sleep. Later, I found out that there had been a problem.
She had recently bought a laptop computer. It was her first so I had to give her a few pointers, and she seemed really excited by things like Yahoo! Messenger and Facebook. This morning, she was on Facebook chatting with someone she had met. Apparently the guy was really into her. Then she told him what she does as a profession.
In her own words, “…then he ridiculed me and rejected me like a dog.”
Is it really that serious? A woman brought to tears and rejected out of hand just because of what she does for a living? She’s a maid, not a prostitute.
Let me quote something I wrote just recently:
As another example, maids in Singapore are typically foreign laborers and it’s not uncommon to hear someone say, “You look like my Filipina maid”, with a voice full of derision and disrespect. While being a maid is by no means a glorious job, these women accepted an opportunity to better themselves by earning more money in a foreign country, far from their homes. To me, that shows a desire to progress and improve and is far from being a fault. Also, I’m not really clear what makes these people think that maids are inherently ugly, except that perhaps they associate profession with looks, class, and appeal. Or perhaps the average Singaporean equates attractiveness with the amount of a persons’ paycheck? I’d also like to highlight that this common saying emphasizes many Singaporeans’ real belief that they are better than foreign laborers, just because of where they’re from.
I really can’t express enough how disgusting and ridiculous this superior mentality is. A person’s value is not based on what job position they hold, or how many years they went to school. If you get along with someone, why shut them down just because of what job they hold? Our maid is one of the sweetest, kindest people I’ve ever met. Ethnicity and education have nothing to do with that.
This is Singapore, not Nazi Germany. This country was built up by a collective of peoples from all over Asia and is today a fairly multicultural center. There are people from all over the world living in Singapore. So why is it there are still these ridiculous ideas that some people should be shunned based on where they’re from? A lot of Westerners would shun Singaporeans because they’re from Asia, and dismiss educational certificates because they’re from a second-rate country. Wouldn’t feel nice to be on the receiving end would it?
Also, just being born in an somewhat affluent country doesn’t mean you’re better than someone from a poorer country. It just doesn’t work that way. A difference in the value of a nation’s currency doesn’t indicate a difference in the value of the people. Singapore is just lucky. That’s all. The country is in a good location to make money from shipping, and the government instituted imported labor policies that allowed Singapore to become a wealthy nation. Imported labor. Ya, those same people that are being mocked and ridiculed are the people that made Singapore what it is.
I hadn’t planned on revisiting this topic, but after this fiasco with our maid, I had to speak up again.
The whole “We’re better than you because you’re not one of us” thing didn’t work for Nazi Germany. It didn’t work for Japan. It’s not going to work for Singapore either.
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