No, I am not referring to the character in Roman alphabets or in any other language. Neither am I referring to characters in a play or caricature nor to certain traits of human, physical, chemical or biological object. I am humbly referring to some characters with whom you have make small chats in a party!
As we get further and further away from the only day that our mothers smile to see us cry (to quote AKJ Kalam), as did as our forefathers before us, we fret about the generation which about to take over the rein of leadership of the nation and world arena. Everything they do seem to be counter productive and heading to doom. Like that, a conversation came forth... Generation Y and their antics.
This guy was telling his newbies are forever trying to cut corners with their designated duties; how they are last to come and first to leave irrespective if he (the boss) is still around. He was narrating how in his days how he used to be early to rise, beat the morning traffic jam, grab a quick bite near the office, be immersed in work long before the bosses saunter in and later idle around fiddling with things appearing busy to wait for the boss to leave to call it a day, just to give a good impression to the paymasters!
Then the conversation went on to the gargantuan number of medical schools in the country superseding even that of the UK and hospital bashing reports in papers of late. For good measure, he volunteered his bad experience with the medical fraternity.
A gloomy day, he was feeling under the weather. Even his wife told him he looked run down with his face all puffed up and his jaw ached. Even before the sentence ended, he was zooming all the way to the city's premier private medical concern.
After a laborious discussion, outpouring of symptoms, extensive battery of investigations and further discussions, a definitive diagnosis was not put forth by the front line medical personnel. Admission was advised in view myriad of mind boggling symptoms. After further haggling, the sufferer left the scene unhappily as further discussions met dead ends.
A few calls here and there through country club contacts placed him on top of a top notch doctors' appointment list.
Review notes of the earlier meeting of the day before by the 'top notch' consultant revealed a disturbing diagnosis- hypochondriasis! All hell broke loose. A few calls here and there ensured the parties involved be reprimanded. A diagnosis like that would have bearings in his future dealings with the insurance company, with his fraternity and at any time when his character assassination is attempted! He was happy he managed to nip it the bud before bigger damage control needed to be mobilized!
How is this related to Generation Y and their work ethics, you may ask. Yes, I wonder too. The people in the front line were younger than him. But what I know for sure, is God is not so unkind sending so many sickness all at one go.
By the way, a simple course of analgesics and antibiotics spared him of his miseries, all at time. Perhaps giving a name to his predicament and having confidence in the paternalistic man with the stethoscope went a long way to exorcise the dwelling demon in the body!
Just some characters who appear high and mighty as well as condescending and we have to put up with so as not offend the host.
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Lionel Hutz from 'The Simpsons'
of the law firm “I Can’t Believe It’s A Law Firm!”
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This guy was telling his newbies are forever trying to cut corners with their designated duties; how they are last to come and first to leave irrespective if he (the boss) is still around. He was narrating how in his days how he used to be early to rise, beat the morning traffic jam, grab a quick bite near the office, be immersed in work long before the bosses saunter in and later idle around fiddling with things appearing busy to wait for the boss to leave to call it a day, just to give a good impression to the paymasters!Then the conversation went on to the gargantuan number of medical schools in the country superseding even that of the UK and hospital bashing reports in papers of late. For good measure, he volunteered his bad experience with the medical fraternity.
A gloomy day, he was feeling under the weather. Even his wife told him he looked run down with his face all puffed up and his jaw ached. Even before the sentence ended, he was zooming all the way to the city's premier private medical concern.
After a laborious discussion, outpouring of symptoms, extensive battery of investigations and further discussions, a definitive diagnosis was not put forth by the front line medical personnel. Admission was advised in view myriad of mind boggling symptoms. After further haggling, the sufferer left the scene unhappily as further discussions met dead ends.
A few calls here and there through country club contacts placed him on top of a top notch doctors' appointment list.Review notes of the earlier meeting of the day before by the 'top notch' consultant revealed a disturbing diagnosis- hypochondriasis! All hell broke loose. A few calls here and there ensured the parties involved be reprimanded. A diagnosis like that would have bearings in his future dealings with the insurance company, with his fraternity and at any time when his character assassination is attempted! He was happy he managed to nip it the bud before bigger damage control needed to be mobilized!
How is this related to Generation Y and their work ethics, you may ask. Yes, I wonder too. The people in the front line were younger than him. But what I know for sure, is God is not so unkind sending so many sickness all at one go.
By the way, a simple course of analgesics and antibiotics spared him of his miseries, all at time. Perhaps giving a name to his predicament and having confidence in the paternalistic man with the stethoscope went a long way to exorcise the dwelling demon in the body!
Just some characters who appear high and mighty as well as condescending and we have to put up with so as not offend the host.
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