Below is an interesting life story of a young man from Sarawak. I think he deserves credit for what he has achieved and for the way he treated the HR Lady.
I was 18 in 1997, I came home half complete my high school in England because my father was bankrupted.
He was a contractor, bankrupted because the licensee, taib's uncle defaulted on paying royalty to the Government. Pocketed all the money my father gave.
Together with 6 of my friends we went to Komat in Sama Jaya to look for jobs as they only required MCE. To help out the family.
The HR lady was an Iban, on our turn she refused to give us application forms, demanded our qualifications. Without even understanding us, we were turned away. On further enquiry from us, she said, the 250 posts were all filled. It was 10.25am and the application counter just opened at 9.30am. Asked the guard to show us out. Komat repeated publication for the posts for another week. We went back again and again were rejected. This time she asked us to look for jobs in China.
My uncle promptly help the six of us to look for jobs from his contacts. Ironically, we all ended up in Shenzhen China, working in a micro circuit board plant. We were trained by the American to be testers as we know English. We did well, did so well that within 4 years, we developed a special test using Argon emission from induced current. Testing the board even more thoroughly and 40+ times the efficiency we were doing.
After a few months of trial, the company decided to subcontract all their circuitboard testing to us using the new testing system and they got the test done at a fraction of their cost doing it manually.
Within 3 years, we are testing all the ciruit board of all the companies in Shenzhen then.
BELIEVE ME, WE ARE EACH NETTING 2 TO 3 MILLIONS USD A YEAR.
We spread to include contract in a lot of companies of China, US, Germany and Finland.
We now employed 7600 people and 1600 from Sarawak. Bumiputra or non-bumiputra who made the grade we after.
Why I am writting this?
Today my company had been operating in Penang for 6 months. We are employing 200 staffs.
I was interviewing the senior staffs for the job.
One of the person that came in for the interview was this Iban lady from Komat 10+ years ago. The lady who turned me away, the lady who told me I am not eligible for the job, the lady who told me the posts were filled when yet to select the first applicant of 250 and the lady who asked me to go to China to look for a job.
I had the satisfaction to tell her all these if I wanted to. Instead I listerned to all her talked about how great she had done in her former employment and now she was out on a huge VSS. How well she will do for me with her experience and how much she like to work for Chinese boss. she said she is the daugther of an influential Bumiputra man and her husband doing well in business. I let her raved on with her diatribe.
Finally, when she realised she the one doing all the talking and I was not even asking questions, she stopped.
I finally said, I know her. She was shocked, for now I was properly suited up and not in T-shirt and jean the first time we met.
I simply said, I like to thank her for asking me to go back to China to look for work. I did, I made it and what she is seeing today and the brochure I placed infront of her is in fact the SUCCESS from disgust and disappointment of being a Malaysian Chinese.
She was murmuring to herself. I told her, she will get a job from me but not as the senior HR, not as the assisstant HR but as an assistant to the assistant HR. She was shocked, happy and almost cry. Then she confessed that her husband was bankrupted and her 3 children had to be in the care of her sister.
I told her, she meant nothing to me, her race meant nothing to me, what she had done also meant nothing to me; the insult, the frustration the anguish of a young man trying to help his father. She like anyone, she get her job done or out like anybody. I told her, I do not care for YBs, Bumi policies or business opportunities in Malaysia. I do not need Malaysia.
I CAME BECAUSE I AM BEGGED TO COME, BY THE GOVERNMENT OF MALAYSIA.
The morale of this story is what comes around goes around in life. No matter what we do, someone is always taking notes and one day.... maybe just one day, these notes will be used as a reference on each and every one of us.
Mr. M.I said this :
" I think the moral of the story may not be truly right. If the lady did not do that, your frined may not have what she had today too. On the other hand, why your friend were chased was also not known, may be due to the dressing or any unpleasant apperance when coming for an interview. The lady did not tell your friend why and so do your fiend did not vene ask why?
Your friend may also be an assistant to soemone till today. if she may have accepted any job at that time and she will not be what she has today. I were your friend, I may hire that lady if she fit and is of values without any revenge or discrimnitaion.
What your friend plan for her post as assistant to HR assistant is actually a revenge or drscrimination too which can never end. To me, hire her or reject will do without any revenge and take what has happened as a learning experience and its actually a journey in life before reaching the actual destination.
Don't blame others for what we are today.
I do not see anything of interest to this articles...which eventually may
lead to unnecessary perception"
I would like to say this :
Always be polite with anybody you see because you may end up met the person in different venue that may embrass youself. Agree with Mr M.I though - that's journey of life. Never blame others because you may end up in a better place
From The 1970s People
9 minutes ago