Dear beloved madam,
How's life? I really wish you, your husband, your sons and daughter, together with their spouses and children are in good health. I heard you fell and injured yourself several days after the termination event. Is it true? If so, please ensure your Indonesian maid and former Agni's general worker treat you nicely. If not, ask Sri to wallop them like he did to several workers a couple of years back.
Madam,
Our sweet memories together are still fresh in my mind. Do you remember that day? The day when I just have RM5 in my pocket to have my lunch? A day earlier you have given away some of our cheques, but I'm one of the unfortunates as you got headache dealing something which should be Finance Department responsibility. The next day, I really hoped that the remainder of us will get our cheques by lunch hour, so we can deposit it that time and I will not have to borrow money from my friends to eat that night. Can you ever imagine how I feel when somebody told me you are not willing to hand out the cheques until 5 o'clock? Upon hearing this, I knocked your door to beg for the cheque saying, "Madam, I only got Rm5, how am I going to eat?". Your reply was spontaneous, "I'll give you another RM5, but tomorrow you must repay me". OMG! You are so rich, live in big house complete with maids, driven everywhere in your big car, still you want me to repay RM5. I was really annoyed. I didn't beg for your RM5, I want my RM1947.25 to pay my rent, to eat, to pay my debts!
Madam,
Currently I'm working in a small company, located very far from my hometown. The company has seven workers, including me. My boss told me that he was really surprised when he go through Agni's website, wondering why i left a big company like that! I really wanted to laugh my head off, but just kept it to myself, telling him that I wanted to concentrate on a smaller scope, because in Agni, I don't really know what the hell I was doing!
Let me tell you a little bit of my company. It's located at a double storey shoplot, the ground level is the store where wee keep our instruments, valves, and machines, while upper floor is used as management office. My boss is a very simple man in his 60s, smoking rokok daun, drink, eat, and puff with us, the workers. The day I started working, they made a small feast at Pizza Hut, celebrating for a new project kick off also welcoming me as their new family member. The boss himself teach me how to install the instruments, the commissioning steps, etc. It's really helpful to have somebody experienced enough by our side, as it helps me a lot in understanding steam engineering. Unlike your son who knows the theory of energy by book, and not by doing it himself. Not enough with that, Sri also hired inexperienced peoples to be his puppets. Nobody in Agni has ever work in renewable energy field before. That's a fact.
I really miss the time we queue up outside your room. It's the time we feel really fucked up, waiting for you to search for our cheque, one by one. Eh Madam, have you ever think that your method was so fucking stupid? Why can't you just ask Finance Department to calculate our salary? Why must you yourself want to hand out our salary, when there are peoples who are reliable to handle the money? You think they cannot be trusted huh? The one who cannot be trusted is you and your son, running away with investors' money.
There's a lot I want to say to you, but I only have RM120 to last until the end of the month and this money should be used on food and gas only, not writing about you, scumbag. OK lah madam, I've to go back, cook some Maggi, my regular dinner. I'll write about you again, as people like you is very hard to find.
Love,
Amitabh Bachchan
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