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22/12/2014

MyHRMIS Cuti -- apply cuti dimana sahaja anda berada.

Eceh. Hari ni saya discover satu perkara yang saya baru tahu. Ulang suara, saya baru tahu. Mengenai "MyHRMIS Cuti". Bila sebut HRMIS ni, kakitangan awam kat Malaysia ni confirm tahu apa ke benda tu.  
 
Semenjak saya menyertai perkhidmatan awam pada tahun 2003, bila nak mohon cuti aje, saya akan buat secara konvensional -- isi borang cuti, pastu minta boss tandatangan nak lulus atau tidak. Tapi, untuk tahun 2015, saya akan tinggalkan perbuatan konvensional itu. Hekhekhek.
 
Khas untuk pengguna telefon bimbit pintar Android, silalah muat turun aplikasi ini di Play Store anda. Search "MyHRMIS Cuti"
  
 

Bila sudah dimuat turun, paparan ini akan menghiasi screen telefon pintar anda.

 
Anda boleh semak baki cuti anda tanpa menyemaknya dengan pegawai yang menguruskan cuti.

OMG. Memang kaki cuti ok >.<
Semua rekod cuti anda pun ada kat sini.

Paling saya suka -- boleh mohon cuti di hujung jari anda sahaja. Senang!

Mohon cuti.

Anda juga boleh semak profile di MyHRMIS Cuti.



Tahniah untuk team JPA yang membangunkan aplikasi yang mudah, ringkas dan bermanfaat ini.

 
Jangan lupa download ye :)
 
 
 

13/10/2014

God Chooses Mom For Disabled Child

By Erma Bombeck.

Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen? 

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth; son; patron saint, Matthew."
"Forrest, Marjorie; daughter; patron saint, Cecelia."
"Rudledge, Carrie; twins; patron saint.... give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."

Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, 
"Give her a handicapped child." 

The angel is curious. 
"Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God. 
"Could I give a handicapped child a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel." 

"But has she patience?" asks the angel. 

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it." 

"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence. She'll have to teach the child to live in her world and that's not going to be easy." 

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." 

God smiles. 

"No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." 

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?" 

God nods. 

"If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, there is a woman I will bless with a child less then perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says "Momma" for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations." 

"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see---ignorance, cruelty, prejudice--- and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side." 

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in midair.

God smiles.  
"A mirror will suffice."