While on our way back from the web meeting, I was bewailing on the strong political movements that exist within the walls of Temasek Hall. While I’m not new to politics — work in the SAF camps and my short stint in KPMG had given me quite an insight — the intensity of such a hunger for power falls outside my expectations.

I didn’t know how the hall decides who should head the committees, but I will expect the ability to perform the said job to come under one of the criteria. Apart from hands-off delegation, blatant bossing, and incessant whining, the vice-head knows no shit about web design. And her inability to code a single line of web standard markup insults my intelligence. Seriously, it’s akin to getting a pre-school to handle your company’s accounts and expect no signs of irregularity.

Every part of me wants to contribute. I wasn’t the perfect designer in town, but I know what it takes. So, as a member of this focused group, I’m tasked to share, to design, to code, to coach and to maintain. Whoa! I’m all so flattered.

It’s high time I start doing something good for myself.