Pack up the mules men, we are headed out. Poor mules have those heavy burdens to carry as part of the job and for the rest of their lives. There is pity and pain but the game is always the same. Work hard and harder until either the mules stop dead in their tracks or get replaced by its owners.
Animals do not need to be used for our selfish purposes. That includes not only hard labor but for foodstuff. How would you like to see your babies traded and never to be seen again, not knowing if the butchers are there around the corner? Or worse yet, how would you like man’s best friend not at but on the dinner table with family member? (This is not a nice example but other countries find Fido as a delicacy).
There is some weird feeling I get as I type this blog that though we cannot hear what the animals tell us, I sense they are hurt and betrayed. Our being evolved and more intelligent creatures than our animal counterparts should not allow or authorize us to think their silence as less than those who could speak our human language.
This reflects how much more inhumane we all could be if we continue to feed off of those considered lower than ourselves. This is injustice not just to our animal friends but of us. And I am not happy right now.
Working is good for the mind and keeps the body active. Working puts profit into both owners and workers alike so as to provide the basic necessities in life, such as food, clothing and shelter.
Working hard together makes the world go round like its belly full of abundance that could be shared with the most impoverish nations. What goes round comes around, like stretch marks across the abdomen during and after pregnancy. And that is the law of return.
Workers that love their jobs have found their piece of heaven and should stay forever until the entity ceases to exist. For most, workers need to work to survive. Mules, like us, work long hours without overtime and tend to sit at our desks during breaks and lunches.
We may not burn out as fast as the real mules that are exposed to the hot baking sun. But the frustration level is always there. There are times when some need a vacation but cannot afford to get a real one because of family issues at home. And home is where the heart is, right?
Wouldn’t that be nice to work from home and still earn some extra cash for whatever purposes while watching television and the kids at the same time? That’s ideal for those who can’t stand being a team member with other struggling mules.
So why be frustrated in the first place? Working, like our mule example, seems like a good deal since we get compensated along with free meals. It’s because no one seems to listen to the complaints and does anything about the festering wounds received from neglect and lack of care.
My understanding has always been that the ‘hardly reliable’ people are sympathetic to the needs of its workers and want only improvements to be implemented in order to retain only the best employees.
I found out that us workers are not always in the best interest of any company and may have been blacklisted for being too honest and too caring about the problems of working for this company. I always thought we work with any company. This is false because any worker is replaceable.
For example, if I continued to complain about all the annoying issues that I could ever report to the ‘hardly reliable’ people, the company could have me removed and fired for being a troublemaker. But firing only burdens the agency paying the unemployed and sure doesn’t make the image of the employer any better.
So there is the other option but to “stay the course” and enjoy the ambiance of the place and only hope to be provided other resources to make me happy. I’m a senior among other seniors and my presence is essential to keep the daily activities flowing well for the company as a whole.
But we all know that in exchange for something better there are bound to be some things more messed up prior to the original complaints. (Who knows what these ‘hardly reliable’ people could cook up for each time an improvement is needed?)
Their tactic is to get the person frustrated so the employee could complain some more and possibly leave and never return. I’ve heard this happen from other people and experienced frustrations at the places I work where the processes are done the hard and long ways.
That is what happened to this guy at work. ‘Joe’ made all sorts of disruptions in unwanted verbal rampages in and around our department that he had to be escorted by others to make sure he didn’t explode and hurt someone. Now, this went on for, say, about a month and I find this behavior quite disturbing. (I wonder how elementary teachers handle their unruly students).
I don’t know if anyone reported him to the ‘hardly reliable’ people but he left the company today and yelled, “I quit! Have a good life!” to Tsete Dung,’ a contractor who sitting at her accounting desk as I passed by between both parties. (As a side note, I assume that these two bug-eyed beings communicate their ‘love’ in a louder than normal manner.)
I guess he wanted me to take a hint and do the same. (I snicker silently to myself and muse: In time, you hard-working fools, my turn is next. I know this is true.) He’s nuts and I’m glad that loser left this company. (I get overprotective of any company that feeds me and like a dog would chew off any hand that hurts master, get it?)
But what happens to our poor mules? Doesn’t anyone care about our wards in the garden of this world? We should perhaps take a closer look at ourselves and determine how we are treating each other at the same intelligence level.
Somehow, I want to paint a better and brighter picture full of positive possibilites but still feel dismayed at the slow progress. I see some slight improvements over the eons and notice that there is still a chance that the ones that were seemingly left behind the scenes are now coming forth to show that they too have a voice in this noise as one.
Perhaps, we all should hold hands and raise the vibration levels up a notch or two. Then we will see how everything goes. Maybe later we could understand what the plant and mineral kingdoms have to say in all this grand scheme of things. What’s that you say? You can feel? Oh, my!
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Original publication:
- Monday March 6, 2006 – 09:55pm (PST)
- http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-dMLYEJo3fqqaTf8Pi2_DBUz8?p=78
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