Immigrants!!

Your car is Japanese.

Your Vodka is Russian.

Your pizza is Italian.

Your kebab is Turkish.

Your democracy is Greek.

Your coffee is Brazilian.

Your movies are American.

Your diamonds are African.

Your tea is Kenyan.

Your shirt is Indian.

Your oil is Saudi Arabian.

Your electronics are Chinese.

Your numbers Arabic,

Your letters Latin.

& you complain that your neighbour is an immigrant?

Get it together!

Who is the winner?

Just had a fight with my alarm clock.

It wanted me to wake up, I disagreed.

Things got violent.

Now the alarm clock is broken and I'm wide awake.

Not sure who won.

Its called 'Being a MANAGER'!

I guess you just have to assign a title called 'Manager' to a person. By default everyone will start hating this person - whether or not he/she deserves all the hatred. Follow the unwritten rule to blame the manager as the evil doer.

I experienced this recently. I interned for a short period in a small company. My job was to gather 'reasonable' requirements from a client. Get the necessary development done and tested by a small team. You could call it a 'manager' role.

An alpha delivery to client happened. It had its own faults and 'bugs' like any other 'software product' in this whole wide world.
The client was disappointed with us (meaning me - because they see only 'me' and another 'boss' of mine who decides and says yes or no to a requirement ) for not having delivered the 'promised' items in the 'promised' fashion. (Dont forget - my 'boss' makes the 'unreasonable' promises - I have pointed fingers too - the UNWRITTEN RULE).
The team hated (hatred could be an over-statement - or is it?) me for 'unreasonable' requirements and expectations (which was again because of my 'boss' not drawing the line with requirements).
Irony - none of this was directly (or even indirectly) my fault. Still I just had to sit there and take the heat from both ends. I guess its just called 'Being a Manager'!.