parting is akin to eating "chinese takeout"

Building up the resolve to leave someone or somewhere takes little or no effort. It is the packing up of all the things that kept you company all the years you stayed one place. You dont feel it until you literally pick up pieces of little things scattered about and realize how much time has passed. Oh how it accumulates.

Now that I am packing up to go, I realize those years that flew by actually left little tokens so I can remember them. Its not the leaving that will hurt me, maybe what I am leaving behind will hurt a bit, maybe I will miss my little "niche" I have set up, BUT what will hurt the most is the fact that I will remember this place for a long time to come.

Parting is like eating food that you trying for the first time, you dont know what the heck you're swallowing, but you do it anyway with one big gulp.

Sentimental hearts miss the slightest things about bad situations. I think I have an idea why people refuse to give up on relationships that are bad for them...they simply love the person. Well, my heart was truly in the work I did.

So long...farewell..auf weidershen,...goodbye....adieu, adieu to u and u and u..

disclaimer

My intention was never to malign anyone or insult. If I or what I have said were to be scrutinized and, without a doubt, be illogical or untrue, then I would have no problem recanting. My opinion is my own. I do not speak for anyone else when I say what I say. Of course, the possibility exists that the perspective I hold may not be held by many others but, from where I stand, it holds a lot of truth and validity.

the world turns but nothing changes

It's amazing that human suffering can be met with such indifference by the people who are better off. When you cant identify with the need of someone, it is almost impossible for you to care. It freaks me out that there are people in this world who knowingly "screw people over" for personal gain (no need to look far, u might know some of them). After viewing injustice to the powerless for so many years, you would think that I might get used to it, but it seems it still bothers me. My problem is, "what do I do about the injustice around me?" Like many others who just pass by and look the other way, I have too often chosen to ignore the fact that atrocities are being meted out to people who deserve better.

I wonder sometimes if it is a crime to live in parts of this world where your economy is feeble and vulnerable. People can just come and "violate" your need for basic needs. It is funny in a serious, haunting way that cheap labor means the workers are paid "crap" while the "investor" reaps ...well.. a lot. The government gets their cut, the CEOs get their cut and the workers/indentured laborers get next to nothing which they are thankful for. They call it cheap labor as if human toil and sweat is cheap. There is nothing cheap about a person and his/her willingness to do an honest day's job to survive in this world. The human spirit and soul have no price, and no deed goes unpunished.

Well, its true...there will always be fortunate waiting to prey on the struggling...the world turns but nothing changes.

Is This What we Get??

Decipher's journey for the hardworking cannot be compared entirely to "Barbados" life. For some of us in Guyana, we reminisce when this newborn industry was the challenge that would catapult us into a career and into the global arena. The pride we felt at our desks was unmatched, though the frustrations flared and tears flowed from late nights and early morning hours of "indecipherable" transcription, the hope we felt was stronger. The will to make this work for us and to see our company go forward, advance and prove our labor an investment. We saw down the road what we would become, where we would be and what we knew in our hearts we were. Pioneers!!!! we hummed under our breaths, with amazing talent and ripe with knowledge and experience, able to "kick ass" even in the face of unrewarded accomplishments. We were too blind with love for this profession and the will to survive and make it viable, that we were taken for a ride.

Four years down the road, it comes to this. Our dreams withering, and hearts broken, cries unheard. What we have worked for has been taken away, maybe even realized in a different place with different people. Somewhere, near or far, someone is smiling, but it is not the few of us that started this whole thing, with sweat and tears and memories.