Rants 4 | I am Danny Foo

I’m too hot to work for you

Could you work in the same environment with a guy or lady who’s too attractive in the office? Or, would you be overly distracted by his manly arms and chiseled face or her curvaceous figure and model-looking face?

Will your work performance be disturbed or increased if you were to work with this lady?

This is US news right now because Debrahlee Lorenzana was fired from her job for being “too hot”. From her interview, she mentioned:

Higher-ups said she was too attractive.
She wore clothes which weren’t appropriate – tight.

But now, her lawyer is filing a lawsuit under gender discrimination.

And as much as I can imagine working in an office with a hot lady, I don’t feel there’s a need to fire someone because his/her impression is a threat to your colleagues.

Or, are companies too worried about:

Boyfriends (or, girlfriends) breaking up with them?
Husbands (or, wives) divorcing them?
Sexual scandals happening internally?
They’re not gonna get some from him/her?

I find this case odd, yet interesting. Because I really want to know:

How does a hot lady or guy working with you affect your job performance?

At-suiiiii

Hot-ness! I don’t know if you’d call it humid, warm or plain hot. But all I know is I feel my sweat glans leaking and I’m getting all sticky. Even at night. 🙁

What in the world is happening?! Global warming b*tch slapping all of us. Or, is it just the normal Malaysian weather at this time of the year. Because as far as I recall, Chinese New Year is normally the season when the heat is really unbearable.

Okay. This may not be as bad as summer in Australia and probably Japan. But I still hate the feeling of stickiness. Especially even after a cool bath, while wiping down I feel like I’m sweating again.

Argh! Where’s the rain when you need it?!

*runs around the room like a headless chicken bumping into things*

Hmm, maybe if I stared at this picture long enough I’ll feel cooler.

lady by the beach

What d’you think?

I want to be connected every hour!

As much as I spend my hours in front of the computer most of the time. It’s my job. I also want to be very agile and mobile wherever I am. Even, while I’m in the loo!

But I’m stuck in a situation where no plans fit me even if I went out to buy myself the 3G phone I wanted. 🙁

And honestly, I only prefer 2 telcos in Malaysia. Either the green spring or the yellow man. The blue or purple dude can stay away for now.

Here’s my beef with data plans right now.

The green spring will charge you for every additional data you overuse and being the connectivity addict I am, I’m pretty sure I’ll be overcharged. Plus, it doesn’t tell me what’s the data limit for the specific plan. *slaps forehead*

The yellow man on the other hand has a great unlimited and only throttles me option. Though my own comparison shown me they’ll hurt you most if you tend to communicate via SMS a lot.

However, both fall into the same bowl of dilemma I face. I don’t want to commit to a phone call bill and a data plan. I’d like to have only 1 thing to think about; phone bill. You can split the data and calls in my bill, but don’t tell me:

Danny, you’ve to pay $ amount for your calls and $ amount on top for your data plan.

I wish I had a telco which told me:

Danny, if you got $ plan. It’ll fit within your monthly budget. The call and data is consolidated into this plan. But do note, there’s a limited 500MB per month cap and we’d throttle you otherwise.

See, simple. Sigh. Now all I can do is either wait for my ideal telco or work my back side to earn more. LOL!

Money is Depression

If I was ever diagnosed with depression, one of its causes would be money. Yes, I blame the currency for what it’s worth to force a person into a depression. Not only in mind, but in heart. It weakens my mental state horrendously and creates an unstable rhythm of my pulsing heart.

It’s not that I can’t save. It’s not that I don’t have money. But the sheer topic of discussion when you need more of it, is simply depressing. More so, when you can’t vent it out and scream.

I don’t have enough money! Damnit!

And I really treasure the moments when I either don’t have to think about it, or worry about it. Maybe it’s my laid back nature. I don’t want to have to stress over something so trivial. I want to live a happy life without worry and depression.

Alas, money can never leave anyone alone. Its value is too high and over appreciated today. Everyone with little money and too much money suffer depression. If not every second, every day in their life they’ll cross upon a moment they think of money.

Money is too commercial. Its used for nearly anything.

Sigh. Money is depression.

Malaysians Are Natural Born Kissers

I’m serious. We’re so good at it because we practice our lip puckering nearly wherever we are. However, not all of them pucker up to deliver or receive a kiss.

Instead, someone in this world thought it would be cool if sound came out from the puckered lips. Here came the annoyingly disrespecting sucking while you puckered your lips sound.

Most of its users I’ve come by are wannabe punks. They are either very young (around 12 year olds) to 20s looking young adults sitting at mall stairs.

Most often, they’ll do their horny call to the young lasses who pass by. Merely to attract attention and laugh among themselves if the person does turn their head and look at them.

This call of the wild is also used at mamak hangouts. The patrons aren’t wannabe punks but I guess it shows what type of character or mentality and respect they have for the people working there.

Image: Wikipedia

By the way, what’s so hard about raising your hand and waving it around. It’s not like you’ll fumigate your neighbors with horrible body odor from your armpits.

No wonder Malaysians are more and more becoming natural born kissers. Because all they’re doing now and teaching the younger generation is to pucker up and sound like their sucking the water out from the oxygen in the air. *slaps forehead*