Ladies from the Financial Dept. of our hotel invited me over to their little Ddeok-bokki (Korean rice cake with red-peppered source) luncheon this afternoon. Being verterans working over a decade in the hotel, they were well aware of whatabout politics in/out of the hotel. One of top gossips for today was, without doubt, about the current GM leaving and its expected political turmoils afterwards. There are almost seven hundreds mouths and ears to gossip and listen to whatever you say near this work place, and certainly these four late thirty something ladies didn't find too difficult to seek their hideouts at the Ddeok-bokki place to gossip.
Now, everyone seems very aware of the currnet GM leaving and a new one replacing him early next month. What a lame duck he is. Mostly, not because of him simply leaving his office, but because of him not having been such a virtuous, respectful, and proven leader-typed manager who put so many of employees into deep frustrations as a result, most associates in the hotel seem not too sorry at all about his departure.
Personally, I have a mixed emotion on GM's leaving. I am glad to confirm my judgement on him as a supervisor and a leading personnel of this big organization, but at the same time, feel sorry to see this happening so early. Because this also may imply nobody in this hotel would be responsible much for their works and feel ownership to the hotel, which will inevitably weaken the fundamental structure of an organization. Who will be so sincere when they think they can only be in a position for less than a year or two?
Thanks to all the mess GM made, the company is now undergoing a severe restruction, laying off dozens of employees who have been working for this firm more than fifteen years. This means, lots of managerial staffs are leaving and there will be big vacancies in regular operations. Everyday, I realize an individual doesn't cost much, and he/she can be replaceable without exception, most of cases. It's sad. And I think about how would I be remembered at the end of the days. Most definitely, fondly over dreadfully and missed over regretted, I wish to be recalled.
One fine summer afternoon.
