teI’d rather not have to spend my day dealing with translation issues between English, Burmese, and Karen because I lack the files that someone else is looking for, who has had the project to work on for two months and has done nothing with it because he wanted something he did not have (and that I do not have) but could not be bothered to ask me. After all, it’s not as if I take forever to reply to e-mail messages. On the contrary, I am sometimes too quick to reply to others, especially when I am in a fierce temper. Nonetheless, I’d rather not spend my day this way.
I’d rather not be engaged in online flame wars with European socialist idiots who think that Obama is the savior of American politics and that anyone who prefers the right to the left, even someone as ambivalent as myself about partisan politics, is medieval or a racist (when I am neither), but I’m not someone who backs down from a fight, especially against witless opponents who make personal attacks on me, and so that is how I spent part of my day. Chalk that up to my own fiesty character, for that is my own issue. I’d rather not spend my days fighting, but I’d rather fight than let someone take a swing at me without defending myself.
I’d rather not be spending my day trying to figure out how to use Linux code. Whatever clowns made Linux failed to understand the average user. I’m at least a moderately savvy user, not adverse to occasional unix codes, html tags, or other additions to my use of English, but I get upset when it is impossible for me to use Facebook or Chatzilla properly because my ancient version of Mozilla Firefox prevents me from commenting on Facebook walls or responding to people’s wall comments to me like any polite person would do. I also get upset when I spend hours trying to understand the arcane language used by Linux programmers (and you thought my language was difficult to understand!) or by the code in the terminal, and when after multiple downloads and a lot of hunting through Linux forums I have problems with corrupted .tar.bz2 file that I cannot extract, install, or understand . Please speak English. If you can’t make an operating system that appeals to a moderately technically inclined and very straightforward person, you are not going to appeal to the masses. It’s really simple, unlike trying to understand Unix codes.
I’d rather not have to ponder the unpleasant thoughts that articles like this give me . After all, a friend of mine has gotten ensnared in the same problems dealt with by foreign workers being exploited at a Hershey’s plant . It does appear as if something larger is afoot here. Instead of hiring younger workers, it looks like companies (even companies involved in rather shady businesses) are seeking to hire foreign workers who are more easily exploited in the time honored Guilded Age way of charging high rents and expenses to foreigners who don’t understand English so well (after all, this strategy worked so well in the steel mills of Western Pennsylvania). It would appear that there is a concerted effort among some to save costs not merely through outsourcing but through bringing cheap labor ignorant of American labor laws to our shores for short times (so far), ripe for exploitation. I do not like this at all. It is not only a personal attack on me through its ensnaring a personal friend, but also an attack on me personally because it assaults the dignity of labor in the United States and the wages and work practices of Americans, by seeking to force the labor of our younger workers to approach the level of exploited foreigners. It is as if I hit my head in a bar fight and woke up in the Middle Ages, or at least 1885 (so that I could be a Pennsylvania Yankee in the Guided Age). There are many days I would have preferred, but that was the day I got.
Sadly, the problem could not be solved as easily as was suggested.