Babysitting My Young Granddaughter

I feel that panic coming on, it’d been, how long again, since I had to, look after and take care of, a young, child???  Oh that would be, NEVER!!!  Translated…

My granddaughter’s nanny took her ten days of holiday, a couple of months ago, my daughter-in-law asked me to step in.  I’d thought, playing with my granddaughter was my right, besides, I’d not gone to stay at my son’s home a long, long time, I’d, filed my absence slips with the exercise group, my volunteer group, along with my physical and online courses, and told them jokingly, that I’d been, hired as a “temporary Taiwanese maid”.

if only, it will, go this, smoothly…photo from online

My friends envied that I still had the values, and some also, warned, that at my age, I shouldn’t, strain myself out, especially with my problems of the slipped disc, it’d made me worry more, of how my condition will, worsen, with my young granddaughter’s begging me to hold her.  And so, other than all the clothes needed for the varied weather changes, my waist protecting band, heating pad, along with the various anti-inflammatory meds, painkillers, the blood pressure medications, and the eye drops and more, all stuffed into my luggage, like I was on a visit to Europe for ten days, and, I’d worried, that if my daughter-in-law sees me hauling this huge luggage, she may worried, that I will, overstay my, welcome and start getting, panicky.

My husband who’s still working, worried that I might not be able  to, handle our not-yet-a-year-old, active, energetic young granddaughter, and I can only, carried that heart of fears mixed in with the expectancies, headed forward; besides, I’d, designed my younger sisters who are, “great aunts” to come over to sit and chat with me once I got to my son’s home, to help me play with my young granddaughter.  Seeing how actively they’d engaged in the routes to travel up north, and ordering the tickets, it seemed, that they’re, really looking forward to going to their nephew’s home to hang out for the very, first time.  I hope, that the day that they’re set to visit, they won’t see me, covered in dust and filth, along with the diapers, the bottles, flying all over my son’s, home.

and who knows, maybe it’ll be, easy like this…photo from online

From before I’d heard, that after people retired, they would start working full-time or on occasion, to their children’s home to babysit, it’d felt, leisurely and ordinary.  So how come, when it comes to my turn, and although, I was only asked to help out, why did I feel like I was, sent to the, battlefields, unprepared?  I should truly feel grateful now, that my mother was there, in her sixties, watching my son for my day and night, so I never had to, deal with the panics of the babysitting realm.  And now, I’d past sixty, would I have what my mother had, taking good care of my, young, granddaughter?  I’m certain, that mothers are strong, and grandmothers, stronger!

So, this is, only, on occasion when you were asked by your son to babysit your young granddaughter, and you’re, making UP for the times that you couldn’t be there for your own child, because you had to work, and now, the shoe’s on the, other foot!

The Memories in the Old Photographs

Remembering how her father decorated her childhood with his love for his, family, how precious were the moments they’d shared, on these, outings as, a family together…translated…

Days after my father’s, passing, we sisters returned back home, to sort through the items he’d, left behind, of what we’d, sorted through, those volumes of old photographs on the shelves, helped us, grieve for the loss of our, father.

the memories made with their, young, child…photo from online

The photos at home, all had the dates, the locations where they’d been, taken from, that was pops, when he could still do everything himself, he’d, put together, the collective memories of us.  I’d, flipped to a page in the albums, with “February 2^nd, 1974, location: Meishan Park.  P.S.: the plum flowers are in full-bloom, taking the kids out on an adventure.”  At this moment of time, these, yellowed photographs, became that time machine, took me back, into the buried deep memories, temporarily, allowed me, to relive those, shared moments of warmth.

On that day, many a year, ago, my youngest aunt in her college years, came visiting, my parents who’d normally busied for our livelihood, took us out on an adventure.  Pops called loudly, “come, let’s have an adventure!”, we’d squeezed onto the bus from Chiayi County, come to the Meishan Park, and at this time, the plum blossoms were, in, full, bloom!

The elegant flower, like the snow that fell, overed up the entire park, breathtakingly, beautiful.  Mom stood underneath an old plum tree with the flowers, spread the plastic table cover she brought from home open, used that as a picnic blanket, we sat down leisurely, looked at the beautiful flowers, and, chowed down on the rice ball my mother, made, with my father’s creative cooking, “stewed dried daikon”, the ordinary ingredient, became the best tasting food I’d ever, gotten to, savor, in that time of not having enough, that was, what our parents can, provide for us, a top-notch, delicacy.  As the flowers were in full-bloom, my father was busy with his, camera, capturing us, chasing each other, us, hopping and jumping from joy, he’d, not gotten into the shot at all, the only family portrait was to our, pleading and begging, taken by my, youngest, aunt.  My parents were, so young in that photo, my eldest sister and I, grinned, ear to, ear, my naughty youngest sister made that face of hers, that heartwarming scene, illuminated of the simple, happiness.

a man devoted to his family…spending the time, to READ to his children, photo from online

Time had turned too fast, almost half a century had, passed, we sisters are already, into the, early older adulthood years now, and my father grew old, and tired, and, took that forever leave of, absence already.  And from here on out, we will, never get to, share these, daily moments with him, but, on this very day, through the “temperatures” of these, photos, I’d, time, travelled, and got to relive those times I’d shared with him.  And at this time, it’s as if, I’d heard him, stated, “let’s go out for an, adventure!”, and that bright laughter of, his, again.

So, this is on how a father, made the time, to take time off, from his, busy work schedules, to spend the time with his kids, and, even as the children grew up, they’d, still, kept the memories of this love he’d, shown to them in their, hearts, and that, is what a good father leaves behind, for his young, not just the cash in inheritances, but, the memories of his love for them.

Back to Being, TERRIBLE, at T-W-O

This is, where I, currently am, MENTALLY, having, RELEARNED that first word that’s made me, autonomous back as a young child!

Only, that I’d, stopped, shaking my head no, but blurting aloud the articulate “HELL NO!”, fine, mostly it’s still, just a simple N~O: NO!

Back to being, terrible at T-W-O here.  So, how’s it feel, to finally GAIN back the CONTROL of YOUR LIFE, huh?  Having lived under their, fucking (kids should still, NEVER, “swear”…cuz that’s, what I am, doing still…

Remember, JUST how GOOD, it, feels??? And if we all get to do this, every now and then, then, there would NOT be that much problems in the world right now…but we can’t, so, the world is, a TOTAL, M-E-S-S!!! Photo from online

Back to being, terrible at, T-W-O, as I’d finally, GAINED the CONTROLS of the STEERING WHEELS of FATE back, and with FATE on my side, I’d known (at least, the gist of it), what’s to happen in my, future here.

Back to being, terrible at, T-W-O, you should all, TRY it out sometimes, because, it does, feel good, to tell someone NO!  that you’d not done, in a, long, long, long time in your lives, as we’re all been, “groomed” into, yes, sir, and yes, ma’ams, because that, is what the society EXPECTS from us, how we’re, supposed to, interact with our, surrounding, environment.

And in, becoming YES, SIRS!, and YES, MA’AMS!  We lost sight of what we want, we end up ignoring that voice from within ourselves, which if we do it too long, we will, get sick, and then, there you go: your MEDICAL bills start, piling up, sky-high, and you get into too much debt, and who knows, you just might have to, FILE for bankruptcy, and get your owned homes, REPOSSESSED, and to think, that all of these could’ve been, easily avoided, had you just, started using your, TWO-YEAR-OLD AUTONOMY, rights………..

A Day in the Work of a Long-Term Care Caretaker

The work is too hard, you have to be always on your feet, always keep an eye out for things that happen out of expectations…translated…

Had it not been due to chance I’d started, volunteering at this elderly daycare center, I probably, would’ve, never, known, how trying the work day of a caretaker, is.

The center takes in about thirty elderly persons a day, and they all have varied sages of, deterioration to them, there were three, four of them, who’d become, completely, detached with their, external, environments, and needed to be fed at the meal times, to be reminded that they needed the water intakes, to get their diapers, changed.  Sometimes, the elderly in the home would be in a foul mood and refused to eat, the three of us caretaker, with our manager, the four of us would, take turns, trying to persuade the elder, using an assortment of means, to get her/him to finish her/his, meal, and, there’s the, clean up after the feeding times to get to afterwards.

this is still the easier parts…photo from online

Sometimes, we’d had to, mediate the altercations between the residents, don’t be fooled, by how old these, elders are, when they fight, they’d become, stubborn, children, refusing to let the other person win the fights, disregarding that they can’t, steady themselves, grabbing their shoes, then, throwing them.  Had it not been us with the fast eyes and hands, quickly grabbing both, separating them, then, there would be a WWF showdown of the elderly on site.

When I first began volunteering, I’d found, that all the caretakers were wearing the waist protective braces, and some were wearing the knee braces, the wrist protectors, then, I saw the families, wheeling in the elders on the wheelchairs, and I’d understood why.  The elders, once they’re in the center, had to switch to the four-legged walkers, because their wheelchairs took up too much space, and they can’t push the chairs on their own.  In the time it took to switch them, the caretakers had to, carry the almost limp elders to get to the walkers, while I stayed on the side, helping to steady their, walkers, and helped the elders feet to stand on the floor, and, the caretakers, working up a total sweat in the winter season, that was, the norm here.  And, if the caretakers didn’t have the protective gears on, they can easily, injure themselves, and, we must, care for ourselves, before we care for, another.

The small voice maximizer was also, a must-have for the caretakers, easy to get the activities started, to get the elders’ attention, to prevent them from doing something dangerous.  And, every time the activities were over, I saw the elders, drinking down the water in gulps, I’d always felt relieved, and, offered my greatest respect, had it not been the spirits of giving to others, this work that’s taxing to the body and the mind, it wouldn’t be easy for the volunteers to keep on going; there would be the changes in personnel every two, three months, and that would be, normal.

As I witnessed the day’s work of these, long-term care facility caretakers, I’d understood, that they are, working harder than most, that they are in need of understanding from the society, our support and encouragement too, after all, without these, workers who provided the services they that provide, we, ordinary citizens, with our work already cut out for us, can’t even take care of making enough, how would we have enough energies, to take care of, the elders in our, lives.

I’m truly grateful for these, long-term care caretakers!

So, this work is not for the feign of heart, nor for the weak of body, because working in long-term care, you need a ton of agility, to move the elderly individuals around, because they can’t move themselves, and you have to be quick on your feet too, to deal with the sudden onsets of, an assortment of situations that might surface between the elders in the center too.

The Child Who Was FORCED to Live up to the Expectations of His Parents

When the parents’ dreams became, the child’s, BIGGEST, nightmare!  And yet, this man still, overcame his parents’ expectations, and found his own, place, and he’s now, thriving…translated…

The Two Generations, Ran around in Circles, Living in the Expectations Placed on One Another, but Kept Having Those Expectations Bursting, Caught in the Expectancy-Disappointment Cycle, Continued Their Lives in Upset, Leaving All Those, Traumas That Simply Can’t, Be, Resolved……………

I’d met a man, with a degree from Stanford, who’d driven an Uber for a living.  Had it not been him who’d mentioned it to me, I couldn’t, have even, imagined, how it was, the world, of a child, growing up in the household with, two excellent parents that they couldn’t, surpass.

The man’s parents are both Jews, graduated from the top-notch famous schools, her mother had been found to be a genius since she was a young child, with excellent memories, and, it’d been told, that she could read ten volumes of books, and, absorb, and apply all of what she’d, read; and in the school, she’d skipped the grades, all the way, into her higher education years, as she’d begun working, she’s at the top of the pyramid of workers, a senior surgeon, on the board of trustees of the hospital where she, works.  Her father, is a higher up manager of a medical system, also, a prestigious doctor in his field.

And, as imagined, the man’s older siblings, all followed their parents’, footsteps, all became, outstanding, medical professionals.  While he, the youngest, had been average in performance in school, looked, ordinary; but he’d, loved music, and his parents were, willing to help him in it, but, considering the job outlooks for his, future, they’d still hoped, that he could, go into, medicine, to have the similar beliefs, and values as the rest of his, families.

Toward his parents’, glorious achievements, from when he was young, that goal set for him, became, a far-fetched, fantasy, which turned into enormous pressures for him, and his, self-abasement, after he’d understood, that he could, NEVER live up to the expectations of his own parents, that he couldn’t, possibly, satisfy his parents in scholastic and work like his, older, siblings had, he’d started, carrying that attitude of carelessness toward everything, given up on working, hard, to the point, that he’d joined up, with a, local, gang, until he saw the members of his gang, getting killed on the streets, that was, what turned his, life, around.

illustration from UDN.com

He’d eventually, followed his parents’, plans, gone to the high-end school his parents set him up in, and, his grades were, at the bottom of his, class, but his parents didn’t care, told him, that after he got his degree, nobody would care what grades you’d made, told him to, grit down hard, and just, get through it all.  He’d finally, made it, to the interning stage of his proposed medical career, but he couldn’t, withstand the high-pressure environment of the medical field, and, melted down, completely, given up on this, high-paying career, with a bright and, promising, future.

And he and his parents broke too.  As he moved out to stand on his own, he’d followed his therapist’s advice, to find a religion that fitted him, he fell into the world of, meditation, and got introduced to Uber from a fellow follower of the religion he got into, he’d found, that the money made from driving Uber, is about the same amount as working as an intern in the medical field, he’d begun his driver career, and he was getting better and better at it by the days, and had the spare time to develop his interest: a career in music, with the gigs offered to him and his band, he’d started, earning, the extra, incomes.

What’s worth mentioning, was that compared to his background in medicine, that gave his passengers’ that ease of mind, this was one of the things that gained him the excellent comments as he’d begun his career as a driver, and, so, you can’t say, that all his hard work in school was, for naught—it’s just, from the views of layperson’s angles, people would feel, that he wasn’t, able to, put what he’d learned, to good, use.

graduated…photo from online

I can’t help but wondered, if the thought of, “I want you to be better than I was” might get turned into an obsession?  In the minds of the parents who are, excellent, the biggest obstacle to cross, in educating their young, is still, that standard which we defined, “excellence”, by.

Or maybe, some of you think, had he only known, wouldn’t it be easier, that he’d started, driving the Uber after high school?  Wasting that much tuition, time, resources, and energy, the two generations tortured each other, living in the busted expectations of what the young can become, and the offspring not living up, which caused the traumas to the child.  Thankful, the man didn’t, stray too far, used his trial and error, found a fitting path for him, he’s considered, blessed.

“Winning ourselves”, this, may be the most important lesson, that we all, need to, work on.

and this was, what he does, for a, living…photo from online

And so, from this, you can see, how it’s the parents’ expectations of this youngest son of theirs, that’s, made him live in misery too long, and he’d, run around in a HUGE circle, and, started, working as an UBER driver, and he got a, medical degree too, and, based off of the worldly interpretations, we may think, that if you were going to be an Uber driver, then, why the HELL did you go through medical school?  But remember, the man didn’t have a choice, his parents made him, and so, for the years before, he’d been, living in someone else’s dreams, his own, nightmare, until he’d finally, found something he loved doing, and started, doing it, and he’d now, moved beyond trying to reach up and to surpass his own parents’, expectation of WHAT he could, become!

These ARE, Sensitive, Times…

We live in a, really, sensitive, time and age right now…

These ARE, sensitive, times, when we have to all, watch WHERE we STEP (watch out for that pothole there, “honey”…), to NOT get on anybody’s nerves, by using these, racial slurs we are using, as “jokes”, but, are they, jokes?

These ARE, sensitive, times, maybe, it’s a part of the whole effect of global warming (who knows, some still believe that it’s a HOAX!!!), that everything’s getting heated up, and so are, we all.  These ARE, sensitive, times, when the guns are, overflowing the streets, with the gun control bills, nowhere N-E-A-R the vicinity of getting voted on (b/c before there’s even a DRAFT, someone SHOT it!).

These ARE, sensitive, times, when every country is now, only interested in its own, benefits, what benefits ME, because I am the KING/QUEEN (depending on the country’s gender, and countries DO have genders too, you know???) of the world, I’m the ONLY “being” that matters in this god DAMN world that I’m currently residing, in…

These ARE, sensitive, times, and the hypersensitivity of this day and age, it’s, driving me crazy (not really, for I’d already been, EMOTIONALLY DEAD since…uh………a very, long, long time ago here!).  Everywhere I look, there’s, something scary, someone getting hurt, and, I still don’t’ feel helpless, because there’s NO way of saving them all (remember, how the words: you CAN’T save them all were told to me from……’08, was it???).

And so, sink or swim, up to you to decide (damn STRAIGHT it’s up to ME, not to “us”…)…………

Can’t Tell the Truth if You’re in the Armed Services?

How, in order to ensure that the members of the military are above standards, they’re pushing them way too hard, treating them inhumanely, until something like this happened, and it’s still, too late, because a life is still, gone, this showed the absolute need in military reforms, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The movie, “Forever Friends”, from 1995, was a military comedy.  The character played by Alec Su, with the line, “you can’t tell the truth in the armed services”, was what made the film still a favorite of people’s today.  Even to recent years, whenever the military clarified the negative stories on the news in relations to the units, the people from online would bring out the line, to mock.

The people’s looking down on the military is not a good thing at all, but, digging deep to the cause, it’s self-inflicted by the military.  The latest case was the military standing guard at the Presidential Office committing suicide, the guard team told to the press, that the man went on his rotated shift being scheduled normally, as the press media, the legislators pressed on for the truth, it’d finally been stated, that he’d often had to “work two days on, take two days off” repeatedly, that this was against the rules of the D.o.D.  The chief of staffs of the military standing guard was forced to admit, that the claims of “work two days on and six days off” as the office told the press was, “a bit separated from the truth”.

The military loved perfection in performances, going down hard on mistakes made, this was the direct cause of dishonesty in the military.  Because the standards were too difficult to reach, to the point of not close reality or possible, when it came to the execution, naturally, “the subordinates came up with ways to NOT follow the directions”, and it’d become a fight for survival.  And, the military had been operating off of this unclear set of rules, on the outside, it seemed to function normally, but, the cost is the servicepersons’ passions for serving our country, getting, destroyed.  A military lacking in honor, and only met the minimum requirements of duties, once, they get transferred to the real warzones, then, we will finally note, how difficult this hard learned lesson can, be.

In the past month, there’d been seven total possible suicides in the armed services, with the causes of every one being different, and not necessarily related to the military.  And, the repeated unfortunate events, if the military can note, that “truth is the only way”, and changing the hidden rule of “we can’t tell the truth in the military”, then, maybe, these young lives would not be, lost again, repeatedly.

Because the military demands that the servicepersons perform their tasks flawlessly, and yet, none of these servicepersons are ROBOTS, and of course, they would get tired, upset, depressed, and, because the military is associated with being tough, and they can’t show it, that’s why, when everything finally comes out, they will HIT that rock bottom, quicker than we can say the words “preventive measures”.  It’s how the workings of the military that needed to change, to use a more humane way to achieve the needed results, instead of using these men and women who are serving our countries like they are machines that only takes orders from their superiors.

The Retired School Instructor Turned Real Estate Agent

Not at all what you’d, expected, switching from working in a school, teaching a class, to a real estate agent, where you’d had to, apply your, persuasive skills, to try to get your clients to purchase a property from you, but this new line of work keeps your mind active, so, you’d achieved what you’d set out to, to WARD off DEMENTIA!  Translated…

A Month into the Real Estate Agency, I’d Switched Two Firms……….

The First Company Immediately Gave Me the Shocks

After I’d retired from teaching in the elementary school years, a lot of friends, would inquire, “What have you been up to after retiring?”, as I’d responded, “I’m working as a real estate agent right now.”, they would mostly be quite, surprised, while some would find it, disagreeing.

Before I filed for retirement, I’d thought long and hard what I’m to do after I retired?  I’d been in “school”, ever since I graduated from, school, and, after close to thirty years, there’s no feeling of “going out into the world” on this career path of mine, and, I’d filed for early retirement, because I wanted to experience how it is to find work.  But, with no other skillset, after considering hard, those hobbies I’d taken up, weren’t enough to make a career out of.  After considering, I’d found a job in sales, through the use of, “languages”, just as I’d done from before, this became, my best choice of a second career after my retirement.

The most familiar were insurance agents, and proprietary agents, but, thinking about the words in fine print on the confidentiality clauses, I’d, back out, because of not having 20/20 eyesight, I wasn’t interested in this, particular field of work, and so, proprietary agent became, my “dream”.  With the dreams of having a pretty home myself, flexible work hours, along with, the not so hard to pass certification means, soon as I retired, I’d, actively worked towards becoming a real estate, agent, and successfully, I got into a real estate agency.

illustration from UDN.com

A little over a month in, I’d switched to two firms.  The first agency I worked in, was American-styled, and elitist, it’d felt like I was an average student, placed in the gifted and talented classes, I’d felt, “I’m no good”, and that feel of defeat rushed me over like the tidal waves, that’s what I’d, never had before.  I’d known, that sticking with this, won’t make me great, but instead, I am surely, to break, so I’d, immediately, switched to a totally, different sort of agent, from the beginning lessons of real estate agent training.

Can’t Believe How Difficult it Was for Me to Tell a Story Based Off of the Photographs

There’s a lot I had to learn as a real estate agent, I’m most confident in y own, “speaking skills”, after all, I’d talked from morn to dusk, for a whole of, thirty, years.  And yet, things didn’t work according to plan, as the targeted audience of instructors are usually students, and the contents, set, while the real estate agent needed to connect with those from various jobs, and need to know everything about, everything, and had to, pass along the professional knowledge of real estate to the clients at the precise moment.  Same sort of speaking, the real estate agent’s work was totally different compared to the school instructor’s lectures, and I’d often, gotten, tongue, tied.

The next challenge came, to write the ad mottos, although, writing should be nothing for school instructors, but, I’d, stared at the photos of the properties, and, not known, where to, begin.  Isn’t this, the same as, telling a story based off of a picture that’s been provided to you?  The lower grade children assignments, how hard can that be?  But, considering how I had to come up with something eye-catching ad phrase, how I had to, capture the attention of those who are potential clients, I’d become, stumped.  So I can only, started, skimming through the ads that those who came before me wrote, to learn the ways; for others, it’s, half an hour, an ad got cranked out, for me, I’d, managed to, only squeeze one ad out of me, after four hours of my eight hour workday.

The biggest trial of the realtors is the related regulations of law, and the tax rates that are, too totally, diverse, along with the pricing, because every property is unique, an there are the different cost, tax rates, the law’s restrictions that fitted each individually, there’s no one-size-fit-all formula.  I’m completely in awe at those senior real estate agents, for using the tax rates, the regulations, completely, and so, in coping with these complex rules and regulations of the professional knowledge, I can only make fun, that at least, working as a real estate agent can’t help me ward off dementia.

For over a month, I’d met a ton of coworkers with the interesting stories of their lives, they’d worked hard, to make their own lives, count, working hard, to achieve their, dreams.  Recalling my career in teaching, and I’d felt, that everything I thought was difficult, is nothing in comparing, and I’d come to believe, that the field of education, is like a huge protective umbrella I’d lived under, previously.

Retirement is not rest, but to make our exits from our old habits, to reset to zero, to learn how to start working on a clean slate again.  “Learning as we grow older” this is not a motto of the real estate industry, and who says, that a retired school instructor can’t become, a real estate, agent?

So, this is on challenging oneself, to keep one’s own mind active, after retirement, because you are now, retired, you’d wanted to find something that you can do, and you thought that the real estate business shouldn’t be that hard, after all, you’d, used your mouth to make a living formerly, but, once you’d begun working, you’d realized, that there are, a ton of knowledge that you hadn’t acquired yet to be successful, and that will keep your mind active, because learning new things, that’s what keeps the mind from, deteriorating, away, and in the end, you may not become an all-star sales agent in real estate, but hey, at least, look on the bright side, it’s a good GUARANTEE, that your brains won’t, deteriorate, having to learn the new skillsets, that’ll, help your mind stay, active.

Fitting to the Job Descriptions

Expectations for the self in work performances, and how it, corresponds with the expectations of our, superiors, and reviewing over our past values of our selves, see how we’d grown more, mature through the years of working experiences we had…translated…

Editors, as a low-requirement, but multifunctional post, handling everything that occur every day, repeat is our daily life, this means, that, most of times, we rely on our experiences to help us through, to lower the risk of things going wrong, or wasting anything away.  Even if it’s someone we’re working with for the very first time, the first time we work on this particular subject matter, the gained experiences became a bonus of time, and it always, help set up the directions, the orders of the fundamental work, the progresses we set, the principles, the key points or the questions, and we get to, move steps forward, instead of, running around in, circles.

On the matter of the gained experiences, it’s like a double edged sword, on the one side, it has the wisdom, the experiences, making us able to adjust our means, to fit to what’s most, economical, and help us let go of those, unrealistic, ideas; and, if we’re proactive, with wider interests, then, we are sure which areas we hadn’t tapped into yet, which can help us, increase our own experience in what’s new and never done before.  And so, other than the assigned duties of work, the decision right, this became the important setting for making the, decisions, and so, on the other side of this, double-edged sword, there’s the considerations of having too many cases at hand, what the priorities of those leaders, the organizations are, the balancing out of the efficacy, and the profits, the expected value output of the cost and the products, then, we would get the words of, “it’s enough”, as reminders of, not going too far, to slam on the brakes, the reminders of less you do, the less chances you’ll have it, wrong.

In the already set up systems of publishing, due to the limited time and resources we’d been, given, there’s that limit to how far we are to discuss the matter of “trying it out”.  And, the values of this experience, and the wait, needed to be restricted, to only signing those with the talents, to the point of giving them the rules and restrictions they need to follow: for instance, the cover designers would be called, to give us only two, to three edition covers, to complying with us on one MAJOR change in layout, no room for discussions—because if we’d allowed for more, then, it would cause the malfunctioning of the communication means, and, in the designers’ minds, it would no longer be called “work”, then, the alarms in logic started sounding, and, the designer would deem, that the entire team have no clue what they’re doing, and if the designer tries to appease, then, it would rely solely on luck, which meant, that total lack of respect, do find yourself another designer then.

This trial-by-error type of interaction, would improve due to the times we cooperate together, and, once we get on track with each other’s expectations, everything would start flowing smoothly then.  The most difficult however, is still the interpersonal relations of the workforce, you may not guess about the meet up, and you also, can predict the outcomes, or maybe, this is why a lot of those in my industry cared so very much, about who’d, dropped out of the fields, who’d, switched tracks.

No matter if it’s a new manager, or the first-time employees, a lot of things can’t be gotten by the written or the resources in print, and what we needed to get on track with each other, is through the interactions, the writings exchanged, adapt, adapt, and adapt some more—how much time will I have to spend, with this person who’s, before me?  How long will it take for her/him, to transition into work?  To those who’d worked in the field a long time, the listening and talking, reading habits, and ability to understand what’s read, is the most fundamental of requirements, following this, the evaluation standards included, is the newly hired too self-centered to the point of lacking flexibility?  Too shy, but with the ability to withstand the pressures from work, and can be very, flexible?  Honest, but blunt, can say the right things when needed with the various people s/he encounters?

Although, this test of interpersonal should always be, two-way; but, I believe, that this is the chance for the redefinition of the one who is here first, to adjust to the means of working well together———compared to what is required for the newly hired, maybe, as the superiors, we need to figure out, “What version of the self we want to, become”?  What are the foundations we want to have, to help ourselves adapt better to the working environment?  And those who are in the senior positions can also ask: do you remember, “what sort of a self you want to, become?” that newborn bird before only started, living, while I’d become, nearly, completely spent, almost, run out of something that’s called the drive, the passions for work already, in this day and age, what moves me right now, how is it the same or different, from what moved me back then, when I, first, begun, working in this, industry?

And so, this is on introspections mostly, not asking someone else, to live up to your standards, but, to review over our own actions, to see if our requests are, reasonable, and know why it is, that we’d, set up these standards for ourselves to follow, to try and NOT require those who work for us, to live up to the high standards we set for our own selves, because, expectations will only cause us to become, disappointed, but, in the lines of work we’re doing, there’s a lot of requirement, that we’re expected to meet, and the requirements that we expect those who work for us, need to, meet too.

Thanks! Please Do Take Off Those, Spectacles of Colors

Sorry to DISAPPOINT, all those, foreign press reporters, and even IF war is predicted in the future, it still, hadn’t happened yet, and we the people living on this god DAMN island are still, way too caught up in the living of moment-to-moment here, so, none of us are starting, to DIG up those HOLES underground, because we won’t feel the threat of war, until the Commies LAND!  Sorry, y’all!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The fixer, Wei with the American citizenship who was born in Taiwan in “Foreign Policies” wrote an article, “The Western Media Presses’ Misunderstandings of Taiwan”.  It’d stated, “the foreign media often mistakenly believed, that there’s heightened tensions between Taiwan and China, and, any small event can be interpreted as preludes to war, to the point of asking the fixers to write the false statements that embellished to the conditions of this country.  And, the other fixers from Taiwan also stated, that there were the foreign reporters from Israel or Ukraine, who saw that the people here are living their normal lives, and felt, quite, disappointed.

The situation described by Wei, is actually what’s troubling Taiwan in recent years too.  Taiwan was compared by western media with Ukraine, and suggested in the Israeli-Hamas Conflict, like the war between Taiwan and China is pressing already.  We can’t say that these foreign presses are blood-thirsty, but the reporters came to report on the crises, and found, that the atmosphere here, is opposite of what they’d expected it to be, and naturally, they wanted to, embellish some, and that’s why what they’d reported, drifted far, far away from the realities of things.

On the perspectives of Taiwan, of course, we the people here, are grateful for these foreign reporters, coming to show their cares and concerns for the situation between Taiwan and China; but, these reporters with the prejudices, are actually, not helpful to this country one bit.  What is worst, is that these reports that are untrue, got sold back to Taiwan from foreign places, again, other than it being used as the propaganda by the DDP government, also caused Beijing to get into the habits of criticisms, worsening the relationship of Taiwan and China, while the only one who’d benefitted, are the countries who are, selling Taiwan the ammunitions for the war.

The foreign media returned to the Cold War Era when the east was against the west, structuring the foundations of anti-Chinese, this was, a natural, option, but, they’d forgotten, that the global economy now, isn’t like during the Cold War Era.  Especially, with the various matters of democratic debates that needed to get settled in Taiwan, but the foreign media press ignored all of these completely, which tilted the balances of fairness, the moral responsibilities in reporting of what is happening, and these foreign media agencies don’t even know it.

We welcome the foreign media press groups to continue to put Taiwan under the spotlight, but, DO take off, those, spectacles of, bias, please!

So, the spotlight is now, completely, on this island, and yet, as the foreign press reporters came, and found, that none of us, are digging those, underground dugout HOLES of the bomb shelter to live in, as the war is predicted between us and China, they feel, bored and, disappointed, which is, only, human nature, because tragedies sell a hell of a lot, better than the good news, as always, and, sorry to disappoint the FOREIGN reporters, despite how there’s the possibilities of war between “us” and “them”, we the ordinary citizens, don’t feel the pressures of war, coming on, and I’m sure that we won’t, until the COMMIES actually, LAND on our shores, or maybe, we still, won’t give a SHIT, as that, is the bulk of the island’s culture, because we are all, currently, wrapped up, in our own, IGNORNANT, B-L-I-S-S!