Of DOM (No, not the tonic)

I‘m writing this from the office.

With regards to the title above, those are the creatures that I loathe the most, currently. Unfortunately they are everywhere. Ranging from the highest level in an organization to the most bottom. But to me, wherever they are sitting tok-pekung-like in their offices, be them superiors or kulis, I simply hate them all to the core.

Dirty ol’men aka DOM.

Okay.. easy to say, especially in medium to large organizations, we all have at least one. At most, infinity. These DOM, because of their wide experience and too much have eaten salt as the saying goes, they’re good at camouflaging themselves to portray the image as innocent ol’men. Just for a moment, they may appear decent and even charming. Don’t get conned, ‘cause right after the controlling phase is over, the whole dirtiness will be splashed about very obviously.

DOM are legendary. I officially separate them from the rest of the masses because the absence of respect, at least in my case. In fact, the respect level percentage totally zero defect. I mean zero. They view young women as eye-candies, stripping us naked with their kerepot dirty eyes. I don’t actually know or can ever be sure of to what extent their imagination can rise and excite themselves, but it’s simply really obvious. The facial expression, the gesture, the tone, even the gleam of their eyes change. From normal gaze to an absolute horny-limped-dick kinda one. It’s just extremely disgusting and unimaginable.

DOM somewhat all the same, but way worse if they are really old and ugly. Most efficient DOM may have a very bulky pocket with fat wallet and bunch of keys of several luxury sedans. Again, don’t get conned because that’s not the standardized trait of DOM. They may be just an ustaz who’s driving Iswara at 52 earning RM1,800 a month (worse if with 3 wives, 1 more vacancy), or could be a supervisor somewhere managing 5 or 6 staffs with the complacency of a general manager, or tauke restaurant.. anything.

Well, I have PMS today, I met 2 serious DOM during appointment for the last 4 hours.., I’m extremely tired.

I expect to look up to my old people. I expect them to be my role models. I expect all the Hajis that I have to liaise with in my work are really the people that have been to the Holy Land, and that there must be something that we can learn from ‘em. Well, that are just my expectations. But who says your expectation may determine what the reality may be.. And that’s why this entry.

My approach to old men are the same, I treat them all as if they are my father’s friends, or my uncles. I speak in constant tone and middle-tuned voice so that their old ears can capture my message clearly, and I’m very polite to them…

But the last line that I ever need to hear from them in this world is..

“So.. u hujung minggu ni buat apa? Le Meridien ada buka restaurant baru dekat sana I dengar.. maybe kita boleh visit..”
* While sitting back, mata kecik sikit, suara perasan seksi….

Bloody hell.