Once Upon a Time in the Early 1990s in Myanmar
I had to grade high-school-leaving, university-entering exam papers and to supervise some fellow graders. It's a tiring work --- 2 of our professors died during such grading seasons.
I could not stop complaining:
- This is not good for the government.
- This is not good for the department/us.
- This is not good for the students.
- This is not good for the students' parents.
I offered to design a new system that will be nice for all the 4 constituents.
Everybody just assumed that I hated long hours, detailed, eye-straining, monotonous, non-challenging work and so on.
Once Upon a Time in the Early 2000s in Singapore
I worked in a few software houses ... well, what do you expect? I complained but with some solutions.
- I hate kicking the ball hard unnecessarily.
- I hate running all the time unnecessarily. How come Romario, a Brazillian World Cup winner and legendary striker, runs less than the referees? And the Spanish players just dart about only now and then?
- I hate running fast for long. Why not run with a bit more intent?
Lazy is kind to myself, kind to you, kind to all, short and sufficient.