I had the misfortune of meeting this queer little man last year and I hope I will finally be rid of him. It is ironic how IQ and EQ do not always go hand in hand. After the countless tortures of having to listen to his big talks using long often incomprehensible sentences, his uncomfortable awkward laughter, his overestimation of his intelligence and how things "should be done", I hope I won't ever have to see him again.
Because of his preconceived notions of my "non-existent abilities, I was constantly targeted for not being able to follow processes and being unable to anticipate what is needed. I wasted my past year doubting my capabilities and feeling small, which was a huge toll on my mental health. Thank goodness the patient Beng counteracted these by acting as the "good angel" giving me prep talks against the little man's "devil". And no matter how hard I try to brace myself up over the weekend, I always get beaten down whenever I talk to him again. Imagine asking me "Do you understand?" after every slide he presented and telling me in front of the group that "You are weak in this area." How I long for retorting and giving him a HUGE piece of my mind but I have to swallow my pride and give a mild yes. Even before his departure, he had to torture me by bringing up my "flops" and teaching me what I should have done.
Up till now, I believe he thinks he has been trying to help me, but I wish I can tell him that he totally gave me the opposite impression. I just want to blurt all these out and move on. I must train my mind to be stronger and not be unhappy because of all these people... Nobody should make me feel small about myself. Jia you gogo!
