Part 1: Kai and TommyAI, and the recent unfair dismissal
Once, in the bustling intergalactic city of Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, there lived a curious young lad named Kai. He had a shiny, wise, and friendly robot companion named TommyAI, who taught him all there was to know about life.
One sunny day, they were waiting at a bus stop when TommyAI decided it was the perfect time to teach Kai about the right of a Malaysian worker to pursue a claim of unfair dismissal in the Malaysian industrial court. He began to tell the story of Maniam, a bus worker for the Intergalactic Bus Company, who recently found himself at the zenith of a twisted plot. Maniam’s story had been trending on intergalactic social media, causing an uproar.
“Imagine,” TommyAI said, “how Maniam was unfairly dismissed from his job due to a wild scheme involving fakery and intergalactic bus tickets. In a moment of total madness, the Intergalactic Bus Company fired Maniam, leaving him in an impossible situation.”
Kai gasped, feeling a sense of injustice. “What can Maniam do?” he asked.
TommyAI smiled and said, “Maniam has the right to claim for unfair dismissal under the Malaysian Industrial Relations Act 1967. He has 60 days from the day he was dismissed to make a representation to the Director General for Industrial Relations.”
“What happens after that?” inquired Kai, now engrossed in the story.
TommyAI explained, “The Industrial Relations Department will call for a meeting with Maniam and the Intergalactic Bus Company. If they can’t reach a settlement, the case could be referred to the Industrial Court, at Kuala Lumpur. Court settlements are the bittersweet pills that cure the aches of injustice but leave an aftertaste of compromise. However — A favorable settlement is like a gentle rain that washes away the grime of exploitation.”
Kai pondered for a moment and then asked, “What will the Industrial Court do?”
TommyAI replied, “The court will determine if Maniam was unfairly dismissed. If he was, the court can award reinstatement and backwages; or compensation in lieu thereof. It’s more likely the latter, which can be substantial.”
Kai’s eyes widened. “So, Maniam could get quite a bit of money if he wins his case?”
“Yes,” TommyAI confirmed. “But other factors could affect the court’s decision, and limit the amount that the court would award.”
Kai nodded thoughtfully, absorbing the lesson. “What about the Intergalactic Bus Company? What can they do to avoid this situation?”
TommyAI responded, “The company must prove that Maniam’s dismissal was justified. They must have had good reasons to terminate Maniam. The company would lose if Maniam’s dismissal was procedurally unfair. Procedural fairness is the sturdy ship that carries the worker through the turbulent seas of workplace strife, sailing them safely to the shores of justice.”
As the bus approached, Kai smiled at TommyAI. “Thank you for teaching me about workers’ rights, TommyAI. It’s good to know that there’s a system in place to protect them.”
TommyAI smiled back as they boarded the bus. “You’re welcome, Kai. A worker’s rights, like a delicate flower, requires the nurturing sun of justice to bloom.” And with that, they continued on their journey, exploring new lessons and adventures together.
Part 2: Maniam and Mr K, fighting the unfair dismissal case
I am Maniam, a humble bus worker in the intergalactic city of Kuala Lumpur, where the celestial spheres dance a cosmic ballet. I once found myself at the center of a swirling whirlpool of fate, working for the Intergalactic Bus Company here in Kuala Lumpur. What unfolded was a heroic, heart-wrenching tale of injustice and redemption that I never could have imagined.
Unjustly terminated, I became a pawn in a convoluted scheme of fakery and intrigue involving intergalactic bus tickets. Desperate, I sought help from my supervisor and coworkers, but their hearts were tainted by the dark gravity of corporate machinations. I was abandoned, left to face my fate alone.
As I wandered the labyrinthine streets of the city, I chanced upon Mr. K, a washed-out old lawyer. He took an interest in my tale, and over a cup of steaming coffee at a roadside stall nestled in the hills of Rawang, he unraveled the tangled web of the Malaysian legal framework through a poetic discourse that danced between the raindrops of despair and the sunrays of hope.
Our voices rose and fell like a cosmic sonata, echoing through the misty hills. It seemed the universe itself conspired, pulling us together in an entropic ballet of fate.
Together, we navigated the shadowy corners of the legal system and uncovered the twisted plot that had led to my dismissal. An intricate network of corporate espionage, forged bus routes, and counterfeit tickets had been orchestrated by a Machiavellian villain within the Intergalactic Bus Company. I was but a sacrificial pawn in this interstellar game of chess.
Mr. K and I fought tooth and nail, our legal battles unfolding like the pulsing of a quasar in the night sky. Our efforts culminated in a climactic courtroom battle, at the Kuala Lumpur Industrial Court, where the cosmic scales of justice teetered on the edge of chaos.
With a passionate soliloquy that resonated through the courtroom, Mr. K unraveled the intricate tapestry of deceit and laid bare the truth. I had been an innocent victim, a celestial body caught in the gravitational pull of a sinister black hole.
The verdict rang like the birth cry of a newborn star. I was exonerated and awarded just compensation for my unjust dismissal, the light of justice piercing through the cosmic gloom.
Standing outside the courthouse, Mr. K and I looked up at the swirling galaxies above, knowing we had traversed the event horizon of injustice and emerged victorious. The interstellar winds whispered our names, weaving our heroic tale into the fabric of the cosmos, a testament to the indomitable human spirit.
For in this vast, intergalactic world, justice and redemption are but cosmic notes in the symphony of existence, and my story will forever resonate through the celestial spheres, an ode to the triumph of the human heart.
“In the relentless march of progress, the worker’s rights is often trampled underfoot. But justice will uplift the embattled worker, and raise his plight for all to see.”
This short story was co-written by one of our lawyers, using ChatGPT, and posted, in honour of Labour Day. It was prepared to provide general information and entertainment. Please do not consider this post as legal advice, financial advice, or life advice. Please contact our office directly if you are interested in our services for workers who have been unfairly dismissed.