The bastards. They beat me to it. I could rant, but frankly this is the outcome I wanted anyway. I just wanted to have a job first before I jumped. So with my notice period, I can't complain. We're moving back to Malaysia to live in wifey's parents house. We should be right there for a good six months I reckon. I should have another job well within that timeframe anyway.
So, at the end of next week, it's bye-bye Kupang. With any luck we'll never be back. It has been an experience, and I have learned a few things about myself in that time. So that's a good thing.
But boy oh boy I am sick of working for companies with no money. That ain't ever happening again.
Thanks for the last 15 months. It was the get-out-of-jail card we needed at the time, but now it's time to move on again.
My current boss (great bloke) told me to think about perception. As much as I hate the idea, because it's the output that matters to me, he's right. I can have my own opinions all I want, but I have to respect the fact that most others think differently to me, and they all think along the same lines: as a manager you should be well-dressed. As a manager you should work your full hours. As a manager you should be seen to be positive and committed at all times.
I haven't done those things here. Not often enough anyway. I wear shorts to work. I go home early and take long lunches, because there's no fucking work to do. And I didn't socialise with our local shareholders at the BOD meeting last week because I don't like them. What I do outside work hours is my own business.
When the work was there and I was pumping out some good shit, those kinds of things were tolerated. The work has dried up, and I guess my attitude probably came across as not giving a shit. That is entirely untrue, but as my boss said, perception. It does matter. I'll take that on board mate. I will try not be so selfish with my attitude professionally in the future.
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