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Surprise ! Surprise !!
There is none who surprises himself more than me !
Am I a nerd? Far from it.
Did I answer the questions wrong ? Nope.
P had a single word answer for all unanswerable-incomprehensible questions -
"Whatever !"

He never knew they’d oppose so greatly to it. They were his close pals. He knew they’d tell things only for his benefit. But he’d made the decision already.
Him - “Guys, I’ve signed up for MS.”
K - “MS, you ? Robbie, you must be doing an MBA dude. That suits you more.”
N - “MS doesn’t make sense to you at all.”
T maintained silence.
**lot of talk/arguments for the next 2 hrs**
They were not the first ones. A lot of people had told him in the past to do MBA. He used to wonder – do they perceive him as a dumb techie ? did he actually have ‘it’ in him to be an MBA – to manage people, projects, to lead ? ugh ! he’d rather sit in a corner, read a book or just do the task that he’s assigned with.
How could people perceive him as a person different from the one whom he thought himself to be ?


It is a mystery .. this perception business is !

Comments

ravwe said…
I dont really think anyone but you can say if MBA or MS is better... The choice would mean the path of your understanding of yourself, your motivations, your dreams, your goals... Its a very broad choice and I guess you (being yourself for so many years) can easily make a decision... Cheers to whatever you do...
The new manager, Robin, spends a week at his new office with the manager he is replacing.
On the last day the departing manager tells him, "I have left three numbered envelopes in the desk drawer. Open an envelope if you encounter a crisis you can't solve."
Three months down the track there is a major drama, everything goes wrong, and Robin feels very threatened by it all. He remembers the parting words of his predecessor and opens the first envelope.
The message inside says, "Blame your predecessor!", So he does this and gets off the hook.
About six months later, the company is experiencing a dip in sales, combined with serious product problems. Robin quickly opens the second envelope.
The message inside reads, "Reorganize!", Then he reorganizes, and the company quickly rebounds.
Three months later, at his next crisis, he opens the third envelope. The message says, "Prepare three envelopes"

Wait n watch..
RR isn’t ready yet. He neither believes in taking a short-cut to management nor doing something he believes he may not be able to do justice.
2 more steps up the ladder and he’ll be an APM. Let him manage a couple of projects.
He’ll be there..
Anonymous said…
liked tht one :))

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