To be frank, I have always thought that to call someone stupid or address someone as an air-head is simply rude and uncalled for. But over lunch today, while talking to two new colleagues of mine, I can't help pinning the air-head tags on them. Why? Let me bring you through our conversations and you will why I had the urge to do that.
Colleague J is a twenty-nine year old girl who still behaves like a sixteen year-old teenager. You would be surprised to learn that she has a masters in statistics from an overseas university. She was telling the rest of us that she would do any other job to get out of the current one, so I asked what she was planning to do and she said she was looking for a position in risk management which led me to asked if she had any experience in the bank and that was when she told us that she had a masters in statistics. Out of nowhere, she suddenly mentioned that while she was schooling in Sydney, she tried to kill herself when broke up with her boyfriend of five years. All right, five years is a long time, I guess I could understand why she was upset, but suicide seems a little overboard. And the only reason why she wanted to stay in Sydney was due to her boyfriend, she studied masters for him too so after the break-up, she felt there was nothing worth staying on for in Sydney although she previously had a job at Westpac which she quitted for her boyfriend's sake but didn't mention the the reason why she had to do that. And she switched the conversation back to her present life saying her husband wants her to quit the job and told her to look for a position in risk management so she did... She applied to MOE for a teaching position too... because her husband told her to do so... so she is doing this and doing that, all because her husband wants her to do so. Where is her own mind? Doesn't she have a brain that belongs to herself and listens to what she wants rather than what her husband wants. How can she live a life for someone else? Having someone to depend on doesn't mean you can't make your own decisions, heeding the advice of someone you care about or love should strengthen your own decision and help you see the choices in different lights. That is what sharing a life together means. And moreover, she mentioned that she still think and miss her ex-boyfriend from Sydney... what can I say?
Colleague C is a twenty-five year old somebody who doesn't seems to have experience in anything. Her hair is always in a mess and the way she converse makes one think that she grew up in a society where education is hard to come by. But she grew up here! Here... is where primary education is a must for all children, if you throw a stone on any of the streets, it would most probably hit someone who have studied for at least 10-15 years of his/her life. At first, she was asking how she could give away her off days to work more, so I told her that there was a board or forum where everyone could exchange either their off days or work days. And she replied saying she didn't know how it works since she has never tried it before even though she has been working in our company for at least one and a half years, so I told her that she could either post her request on the board or go through the board looking at other people's post and see if any of them fits her requirement. Then she proceeded to ask how would she know how much to give and take, what she meant by give and take is actually a 'underground black market' where people makes exchanges with 'benefits = $'. The rest of the colleagues tried to explain that it was tough to give an estimate since everyone values their off days on different levels but after all the explanations, all we could see was a blank look on her face. Before all these had taken place, she had already asked a few questions that surprised us as those questions involved basic knowledge that all of us should know in our line of work. It is like an apprentice asking a professional baker why yeast has to be used in bread-making, or a broker asking a trader what LIBOR stands for. In the end, we didn't managed to find out if she understood what we were trying to explain, as the food was served and I have to say, boy... was I glad that we didn't had to continue the conversation!
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