Be My Sports Car

"I hope you will be my sports car" was the sentence my boss said before I left the room.

You see, he called me into the room about a month ago, to discuss about some stuffs about the company. I don't have to go into details the stuffs we discussed (company objectives, future plans, suggestions, recommendations, counter-measure, other what-nots). Trust me, you would be bored (to death). Mostly "chui sui" (blow water) only, you know what I mean? 

So, I was trying to impress him by pretending to be very enthusiastic with the discussion, but I wasn't proposing or giving ideas on how to improve (what he was planning to improve). All the time, I was "blowing water", he seemed impressed.

I wasn't giving proposals, I was yakking grandmother stories. I was yakking things like, "Well, nothing's impossible, most important the employees gotta have motivation you know? When they are motivated, their effectiveness & efficiency will increase, thus, company performance will improve".

Yada-yada-yada-yada...........

Then, I have ran out of words to say. But he was still giving me that "I-am-impressed-go-on-talk-to-me" look, so I went on saying this:

I think you just need the right people under you. When your team have the same direction as you, then all thing's possible. You know, subordinates are just like sports cars. If you know how to drive them, they will be able to bring you to your destination at top speed, speed that can make your jaw drop (What? Jaw drop? Why am I even saying this?). But if your can't control them, then you end up like Paul Walker.

Paused. For like 3 seconds. (I felt stupid already).

He asked "Who is Paul Walker"?

My mind was turning fast. I had to think fast. Speak fast. "Like Michael Shumacher" (in his current vege state) I said. He nodded and said "Ooohh I see I see".

*Grin*

Fast forward, today, one month later, he called me into the room to discuss something, and before I left the room, he said "Louiz, I expect you to do more starting from today, you can come and see me anytime you want if you have proposals, my door is always opened".

I said "OK" and stood up.

"I hope you will become my sports car", he added.

Gawd, I felt the pressure already. I hate this. I honestly don't like when the boss gives me pressure and tells me "I expect you to........", and now, there's this stupid sports car thingy. I wish I can tell him I am just an empty (Easter) egg shell. Looks nice on the outside, but empty inside. I am only good in yakking. I hate extra work. I hate to work. I hate work.

*Phiak* my own mouth for it. Stupid sports car.

Ooohh, I always end my post with my own picture (if I can't find any pictures suitable for my post), so here am I, taking selfie-photos of myself after I drafted this post. Psst, it was a Monday, so the ribbon princess wore a blue dress, blue cardigan and a matching blue ribbon clip ~ Monday blue.
P/S: Suka tengok boleh tengok, tak suka tengok tak payah tengok.