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Labour Office Beginnings


When I joined the Labor Department I had a tyrant of a boss who was a bully. Part of my duties was to decide on claims made by employees against their employers. My boss would give directions on how we should decide on cases that we were handling at the Labor Courts. 

My first case was actually decided by him. This was a claim for indemnity in lieu of notice filed by an employee against his employer. On the date of hearing I was called up to my boss’s room and introduced to a man who I later learned was the defendant in my Labor case scheduled for hearing that day. The boss told me he (the defendant ) was a good “Christian “ and he could not have dismissed the complainant and I should decide in his favor. So at the hearing in the Labor Court I heard both parties and dismissed the claim by the employee much to the disappointment of the employee who had filed a claim for indemnity in lieu of notice not given by the employer. That was the first and last time I listened to a senior person. From then on I decided on merits instead of blindly following the advice of seniors. 

But my ex boss had a soft spot for sob stories. A colleague of mine had a girlfriend who was pestering him to get married. When he persisted in his refusal, the brothers of the girl visited him at work and threatened him that if he did not marry the sister, they would bash him up. He reported this fact to the boss and asked him to arrange a transfer to KL to avoid being bashed up. The boss asked him if the girl was a virgin and when my colleague answered in the affirmative he arranged a transfer to Kuala Lumpur. While waiting for the transfer he told this colleague to go off to Kuala Lumpur the next day to avoid being bashed up. The girl's family gave up after sometime as they could not locate him.

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