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The Rainbows Keeping Watch Over the Phones Late in the Nights in the, Cities, a Passerby in Someone Else’s, Life

The volunteer lines for the LGBT communities, in training here, this is something that’s, needed, with the increase of sexual and gender diversity, translated…

“Hi, this is the homosexual hotline, how may I be of service to you!”, this was the instinctive response that got etched into my mind the year I’d worked as a call receiver of the hotlines.  Picked up the phones, was like getting the buttons turned on, immediately, I’d gotten into the various modes of answering, ready to catch the LGBT communities’ various troubles.

I’d signed on to be a volunteer, right after the public policies votes.  That was when a lot of people felt upset, with the strong sense of, helplessness passing through the LGBT community.  “What can I do, for them?”, it’s this thought that’s, got me, involved.

The Tiny “Secret Room”

In the times of convenience communications app, who still use the landlines?  But, in the tiny room of the call center, there were, several landlines, with the volunteers, sitting in their seats, talking in whispers, looking a bit, mysterious.

Although it was called a “hotline”, but there are, a lot of the small cliques, for instance, “same-sex families”, “A.I.D.S. prevention”, “gender education”, etc., etc., etc., many of these groups needed to reach outward, the team members are all very active.  Comparing, the volunteers of the call center were much, quieter, and the other groups’ volunteers would always joked, “the call center volunteers are all, autistic!”

like peeling the layers of an onion off! Illustration from UDN.com

Surely, the most active place for the volunteers is, inside that tiny room, the door into the room was like a threshold, only the call operators are allowed in.  And, as we’d gone in to answer the calls, we’d, used the “false names”, and the privacies of every unique case does NOT leave the room, so, nobody knows exactly, what we’re, doing in there, and so, that made the other volunteers, feel, a bit, distant, to us.

It’s not easy to become an operator in that tiny room, we’d had to, go through the evaluations: signing up, getting evaluated, train for six months, and we had to pass an oral exam.

How Can Pressing an Elevator Button be an Obstacle?

But, I never imagined, that the very first obstacle I would come across, was pressing the elevator, button.

The location of the hotline office was at the busy Roosevelt Road, first time in, as I just stepped into the elevator, about to press the button for my floor, I’d, hesitated—there’s, a ton of different folks in and out of the building, there were, the employees of the offices, and also, the residential elderly people too.

The alarm started sounding inside my mind, like everybody was staring AT my, finger, I’d feel anxious: how would the perceive me, after I’d, pressed the “12” for the floors?

But, it’d not mattered which number I’d pressed, there are more than the hotline office on the twelfth.  For a while, I’d felt uneasy over the reactions—but, WHAT was I, fearful, of?

This shame and secret got buried in my mind, and, for a very long, long time, as I got to talking with the volunteers of the hotlines, I’d found, that I wasn’t, alone in feeling like so.

Getting Involved with the LGBT Communities & Getting to Know Myself Again

After I got past the obstacle of the elevators, first what I’d needed to learn, is getting acclimated with the LGBT culture and the community: the gays, the lesbians, the trans, the bis, the gay and lesbian Christians, to the families of homosexuals, and we also needed to familiarize ourselves with the topics of safe sex, and the bad reputations for A.I.D.S.

“Gay” is too generalized a term, and we only know the tips of that huge, iceberg, so, going to classes was like opening up the minds, from the uses of the terms, the cultures (why are there more and more gay bars in business but the trans bars going out of businesses?), to the societal debates (how the H.I.V. patients would get turned down by the dentists?), and it’d made me wondered, was the world I used to know, for real?

And all of these, are what the callers faced, from their, day-to-day interactions.  The male homosexuals’ are mostly concerned about their statures; the lesbians, dealing with the dual impacts of being females and lesbians, and, with the Gay bars more in numbers than the T-bars, which made well be related to how the females can’t feel safe enough to go out at night.

There are a ton of callers who worried over illnesses too, they’d gotten scanned multiple times, but still worried of contracting A.I.D.S.  Reason why this is a primary fear is due to how the media press equated H.I.V. and A.I.D.S. with gays and lesbians, which is why those who’d contracted H.I.V. still keeps on hitting the walls in their lives, for instance, the dentists would use the excuses of “we don’t have the equipment to offer you your needed treatment” to turn them away, but, others who have illnesses by blood contact rarely got, stereotyped or, discriminated against.

Other than knowing those who aren’t the same as we are, we also need to get to know ourselves.  That’s where the “groups” came in, the volunteer candidates would split into groups, led by those with most experiences to supervise, to take turns sharing the experiences, to dissect life, the process of accepting, hen, with the supervising individual, and the rest of the group, offering positive feedback.  Before we can help anybody else, we need to know our own, selves, this was, what I’d learned, the most important lesson, of all.

The Rehearsals that Left My Heart Bumping

Surely, we also needed training in the, various, counseling, techniques too: identifying the emotions, empathy, and disclosures of our own, selves, and know the S.O.P. of taking the calls of the hotlines: greeting the individuals, understanding why they’re calling, in the conversations, collecting the data about the persons (i.e. age, students or in employment, gender orientation, gender identification, city the individuals live in, etc., etc., etc.).  After we get to know some specifics about these individual callers, we’re, better able to, give them the fitting, responses.

The supervisors in class often told us, “don’t rush into giving advice”, if the advices are unfitting, to the point of not responding correctly to the callers’ problems, then, we would be misunderstood as we can’t understand them, instead, catching the callers’ emotions first, to establish that trust in conversation.

On paper, it all sounds, simple, but, putting these theories to practice, that was, something, else!  We would split up into groups, the supervisors would play the caller, we’d taken turns, answering the calls, and, the members whose turns are still on the way, would sit close by and take notes—those exposed, the wrong words being used, the awkward silence, all get, captured down, and we would be evaluated on afterwards.

The supervisors used a multitude of means to interact with us.  Some had, comforted us, “this is only for a few short minutes, you can, do it!”, while other supervisors get into characters right away, started in the roleplay, cried, ranted, cussed, everything, and it’d, made us, too flustered—while in reality, that, is how, multifaceted the callers can be in our line of, work!

Am I, Only, on the, Starting, Lines?

After the test trials, can we start, working on, the, hotlines?  Not yet!  There’s still, a final, and not everybody passes!  On the day of the test, the supervisor I was assigned to played the role of an anxious mother of a gay/lesbian person, started grilling at me, “how do I know that my son/daughter is gay/lesbian?”  “Can’t my child become, ‘normal’ again?” I’d used empathy, to get to the emotions being the caller, avoiding the “right answers” that might “kill”, fearing the caller would, hang, up.  But, she’d not accepted my means, and continued on, and I was, stuck.  As the session ended, the supervisor asked me, “why didn’t you just tell me that you didn’t know?”, then, it’d, dawned on me, how multivariate the callers can be, that there’s no one-answer-fit-all, and we can only, search for the right direction in the words of, our, exchanges.

I’d felt, very, defeated, and felt that I’d not, passed, as I got home, I was so upset, I’d finished a whole can of, chips.

And yet, a week later, I received the notice that I’d been, approved for the, hotlines, and I still can’t understand why I had, passed!  After this “round”, I’d finally realized, that to work as a hotline operator, we need to have a very strong, heart, but, this was certainly, to make sure, that all the hotline operators are highly qualified to work the lines, not to miss any caller.  While, as I’d started working in the hotlines……well, another story, for, another, time!

And so, this, is the training process of someone, becoming a hotline operator for the LGBT communities, because there’s this desperate need, for these individuals’ voices, troubles to get, heard, and yeah, we are now, more opened to the LGBT groups, but, there are still the issues that these individuals come across in their daily living, that they may need an outside perspective to help them see things more clearly, and that, is where this hotline comes in.

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The Eight Officers of the Police in Keelung Went to a Birthday Celebration of a Local Gang Leader, Claimed that They’d Told Their Superiors Beforehand

Is there, a “confusion” of WHO they are, and WHO you are???  Yeah, this is, improper all right!!!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

As the dusts from the “88 Resort” hadn’t settled down yet, in the city of Keelung, there were the news of eight detectives who’d gone to help a known gang leader in the districts to celebrate his birthday.  The police investigations showed that the meal gathering was from the captain who was in charge of investigating the workings of gangs, Cheng, he had, sent in the “requests” and the reports after the celebrations, but the written reports were too simplified, the city police department demanded more investigation on the matter, the investigative officers already interviewed all in the department who’d been involved, and the locals who knew of the events.

The police affairs department last night ordered to examine, if the participation of the birthday party of the gang leader was absolutely necessary, if there were behaviors of the officers that’s against police discipline, the department will issue the punishments on them all.  The officer in charge of investigations told: it’s NOT about the issue of it being a birthday party, but, the papers the officers turned in stated that they were “following the leads to collect an intel”, the manager of the substation found that the cause was valid, that’s why he’d signed off on it, and afterwards, all the officers who’d participated in the event is demanded to write a report on “contents of contact”.

not what these officers did, arresting gangmembers! Photo from online

Based off of investigation, the meal gathering in question was hosted at a restaurant in Nuan-Nuan, Keelung on the evening of the thirteenth.  The captain of the Keelung’s third substation invited seven of the investigative team members along, to gather for a meal with Lin, who was a notable gang leader of the Sun Group, the table had a total of fourteen people.

During the meal gatherings, someone from the group mentioned that it was Lin’s birthday, and, they’d bought the cake on.  The footage that streamed onto the internet was suspected to have been filmed by Lin’s families, someone downloaded the footages, and wrote about it on a group in FB, posted, “the minions of the detective unit of Keelung, offered the Sun’s leader a happy birthday toast, this world is too, messed up!”

The manager of the third substation of Keelung, Lin told, that the lieutenant, Cheng sent in the paperwork that he was going to a meal gathering beforehand, and written a report on the matter afterwards.

But the city police’s examination department believe, that the reports were too simplified in content; demanded that Kuo tell them more specific details of the gathering, yesterday, the police already called in the seven other officers who were there, as well as the owner of the restaurant, the citizens who were there, comparing the testimonies, and they’re currently determining if there are more activities that happened elsewhere.

Based off of the police official specific rules of interacting with others, it’d prohibited the police from being in close relations with those who have risks to cause dangers in the communities, those in gangs, those operators of gambling, sex industries, and/or other of whom engaging in illegal behaviors; if it’s absolutely needed, then paperwork must be submitted beforehand, getting the managers to sign off, and within a day of the events, paperwork must be filed, detailing the encounters; if there’s the emergent conditions that there’s no time for paperwork to be filed beforehand, then, calling up the superior, and twelve hours after the events, the paperwork needed to be filled out, detailing the contacts, the happenings.

And so, this looked like the gangs had the cops in their, pockets, and, the police department knowingly covered for these officers, and that’s just, not good, because, if the police is in close relations with the gangs, what hopes do we the ordinary citizens have of, keeping ourselves safe?

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Carrying the 1.1 Ton’s Worth of Fries In & Out of the Freezers in Forty Minutes, Entered & Exited Out of the Freezer Storage Forty-Eight Times Without the Heavy Coats On, the Part-Time Student Worker Died on the Job, McDonald’s Found Negligent, Mandated to Pay $4.72 Million N.T.s to the Families

And because this 23-year-old part-time worker had died, therefore, the company is required to pay for the death of this young man, and, this is still, bullshit!  I mean, you’re an ADULT (at age twenty-three, you ARE an adult, aren’t you???), and yet, this is how the judge ruled…off of the Newspapers, translated…

The twenty-three-year-old Lee part-time student worker in McDonald’s from Kaohsiung, as he was working to set up the stock in the freezer bins, he’d suddenly passed out, after he was in treatment for five months, he’d still, died, Lee’s parents questioned that if he died from hauling the stock into the freezer bins and died, that this was occupational negligence, and the parents SUED McDonald’s for $10.05 million N.T.s, the Kaohsiung District Court based off of the hospital’s examination report found, that in a short period of time, Lee hauled 1.1 ton of frozen fries in and out of the freezers, that his body couldn’t withstand the changes in temperatures so fast, but Lee wasn’t wearing any protective coat on, he too, was responsible for his own death by thirty-percent, found that McDonald’s needed to pay Lee’s parents $4.72 million N.T.s.

McDonalds responded yesterday, “We are very regrettable that this had happened, the company has NO comment on the verdict that’s still not yet, finalized.”

The verdict pointed out, that Lee worked as a part-time employee on the weekends.  On May 29th of two years ago, at around nine in the morn, he was stocking the shelves in the freezers, and suddenly passed out, as his coworkers moved him to the first floor, he was taken to the hospital via a cab, and treated for five months in the hospitals, and died from sepsis that’s caused him to go into shock.

Lee’s parents questioned that the store didn’t call the ambulance, and only lifted him to the hospital by cab, that there was no safety precautions set up in the shop, that it is “occupational hazard”, that the company should pay the family a total of $10.05 million N.T.s for medical treatment, funeral arrangement, and the money needed to care for his own aging parents, as well as for the non-property damages too.

McDonald’s claimed, that Lee’s condition was not an acute condition, nor from the long-term accumulation of stresses from work, that it would not qualify as conditions caused by work, that the company already had all the safety measures set up, that it wasn’t, negligent.

The Department of Labor also found that the death of Lee was NOT caused by work, but his parents were dissatisfied, filed for a retrial, got tossed back by the Department of Labor, and the district attorney for the Labor Department also found NO negligence, and as his parents ran all over the country, in the end, the Southern office of the Occupational Safety Work Injury Prevention Unit had the medical school of Kaohsiung to review the facts, and found, that on the day Lee died, he’d, hauled out a total of 1.1 ton worth of fries and patties in forty minutes, that he’d been in and out of the freezer bins a total of forty-eight times, that in the short time he’d physically labored, and twenty-nine minutes of which he was exposed to extremely low temperatures, that Lee’s condition was caused by the work he was doing, that his body couldn’t withstand the frequent adjustment to the temperatures.

The judge of the courts based off of Kaohsiung University’s medical school’s examination report, found that Lee’s death was caused by the job, but back then, he wasn’t wearing any heavy coat like the company had written, that McDonald’s didn’t make sure that he was properly dressed going into the freezer units, that the responsibilities is split thirty and seventy, considering the parents’ asking, McDonald’s will be paying a total of over $4.72million N.T.s to the parents.

And, this is just CRAP, I mean, you should have had the SENSE, to put on a heavy coat as the company had written down, and yet, you didn’t, and, you’d died, and your parents are suing, because you are dead, and, the company pays.  How’s that just?  It’s not, and you would think that an ADULT would HAVE the sense (I mean, the guy is twenty-three!!!), to know if he needed to put on an extra two or three layers of coat when he goes into the freezers to haul out the frozen items…

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Seeing the Hope in the Life that’s, Not Going, Well…the Bus Driver Who’d Greeted the Student Every Morning with a Smile, the Student: He Saved My Life

Sometimes, all it takes, is those words, “hello”, “how are you today?”, to save a life…the act of kindness from the bus driver, something positive, off of the Newspapers, translated…

The bus driver, Kang in Taichung had been working as a bus driver for six years, and this is the fourth time he’d been awarded the Golden Transport Award”, and the words he’d most frequently said to his passengers are, “careful, hold on, the bus is about to start”, there was a student who wrote, told that he had been overwhelmed with the academic that he felt upset, but the driver had greeted the student with smiles in the morn when he got on, and it’d, lifted up his moods, and changed his, life, “he saved my life!”  Kang told, treating my passengers as my friends, I drive the “Happiness Bus” every day for work.

There are a total of eighteen bus companies in Taichung, about 1,500 drivers hired, there were 8,500 rounds; the head of traffic department of the city of Taichung, Yeh told, that recently, there’d been the major accidents and the bad services, but, most of the drivers are all very, hard working, as they go out.

the driver, passing along something positive to his passengers, photo courtesy of UDN.com

The driver from Tong-Lien Bus Company, Kang believed, that caring is in everyday life.  He’d made the example of how as a handicapped passenger was riding on his bus, he’d taken three minutes to help the individuals buckle their wheelchairs in, to keep them safe and secure, and it’d decreased the time for them to get onto the bus, and normally, the other passengers would not rush him to drive off, instead, they’d tell him, “no worries, take your time”, showing him the kindness too.

Kang started driving the buses six years ago, and there was a commuting student who’d written him, told him that he’d been overwhelmed with the pressures of school, but as he saw him greeting him with smiles, that gave him some hope in his life; in his letter, the student wrote, “Since I met you, I’d been trying to change myself, in the future, I will, strive for being the worker with the best attitude”, “You had not only changed my attitude toward life, you’d, saved my life too on that day.  After so much time has passed, I still can’t forget how warmly you’d, greeted me that morning.”

Kang said, that he’d driven his bus, with the mindset of “I’m operating the Happiness Bus”, and didn’t expect the cycle of kindness that’s started from him.  He’d told, as he’d begun working as a bus driver, his families worried that he may be tiring himself out, but he believed, that he’s paid, just as well as the regular nine-to-five office workers, and enjoyed the interactions with his customers, and, as he was awarded the “Golden Transport” by the Department of Transportation, he saw how proud his father was of him, he was really happy, that “I didn’t let my father down”.

And so, this, is how this driver spread the positive energies he felt in his work, to others around him, and because he carried such a positive attitude around him, those around him, those whom he came to interact with daily, are all going to be, affected by his positive attitude that he carried toward his own, work, and he’d, spread the cycle of kindness out to others.

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The Employers Dodging the Rules of Hiring, the Hours of Work for the Employees, Who Will, Speak UP for the Workers’ Rights?

Overworked, underpaid, some of these hardworking folks, trying to provide for their families, still got, STUCK at the very BOTTOM of the food chains, with absolutely NO rights!  This is truly very, bad…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The online bookstore, Book, fired a janitor who’d worked for the company for twenty years, and the matter of “hiring the maids, underpaying them, not giving them the fitting employment benefit” came out; during the time of work, the woman wasn’t insured in labor insurance, no company health insurance, doesn’t even have any retirement fund set up by the company for her, and, she was hired as a cleaning lady, but does EVERYTHING that’s, outside of the descriptions of her work duties.  As this busted into the open, it’d started up the debates, the company then changed the hiring process on paper, changing the status of the woman as a “formal employee”, and removed the C.E.O. of the company, and started its own, investigations within the company.

The development of this, can be, reviewed from many angles.  First, a lot of the bottom level workers of a company, may not know their own rights as employees.  Asking to review the paperwork, asking for a mediation with the higher up, it’s not that easy, especially the contracts for hire often played on words.  Based off of review, the evaluation of laborers, it’d been, ineffective on the companies, or that these investigations, bear, NO effect on the companies in question.

Secondly, due to the trends of laborer for hire, because those whom these individuals work for aren’t their real employers, which led to the holes in the systems, which takes away the rights of the workers, to get their legal protection.

The core of all of this, is how the companies, the enterprises are facing a restructuring of the internal working, to pursue higher efficiency.  The developmental changes of these forms of labor, demanding for the digital check-ins, the supervising via the video footages, these “post-industrial” methods of operations.  The flexibility of “digitization”, the laborers are merely the pawns, being watched, keeping up with the traditional labor-employee statuses.  But, as these changes in industrializing occur, these laborers’ rights may become, unprotected.

As the economic got worse and worse, there may be more and more cases of how the laborers are being over worked, and under paid.  Can we free them from this, vicious, cycle?

And so, this is how the trend is, you’re being required to cover too many floors, and overworked, because everything is based off of duties, not like the nine-to-five, and these blue collar workers, are being, taken advantage of, by the companies that hired them, and, they’re being, sold, being, pimped out, to the highest bidder, and we are relying on this group of laborers, who are, at the, bottom of the “food chains”, to keep our lives cleanly, and we don’t even show them enough respect, overworking them, not giving them the benefits of the healthcare insurance, the retirement package that they deserve.

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The Impacts from the Lowered Wages: Not Enough Earnings to Have Children, Less Births Brings about the Lacking of Manpower in Work, a Vicious Cycle

The patterns of occupational choice, in relation to lack of needs of specialized skills, and the younger generations are already having it hard enough, making their daily needs met, which makes the pay lower, because now, we have too many workers, competing for, not enough jobs, it’s an employers’ market in this trend here!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

Irene was born in the late eighties, early nineties, graduated from the art department, and found work in editing, art design and such, she’d graduated from college almost ten years to date, and her monthly wage is still under fifty thousand dollars N.T., renting a stay in Taipei, it took a-third of her wages, she couldn’t save the money, nor buy a place, “I don’t want to have kids either, I don’t want them to live hard like I am living right now.”  Speaking about her future, she’d told, “I can only live as I go!”

The human resources and laborer department professor, Lee from Chinese Culture University told, that the low wages of the younger generations will cause the rates of marriage of reproduction to decline, and causing the worsening of problems of reduced birthrates, and, the various workforces would start not having enough workers, and the country will get trapped in a vicious cycle.

The professor of the National Development major of N.T.U., Hsin told, that everyone at one time in their work life, is paid at a lowest rate, and so, what’s worrisome of the younger generations’ wages not high enough, it’s on the effects of low wages as a whole, on the entire, generations, instead of just on the ages, meaning, that the moment you start working, you are getting paid at a lowered rate, and as you grow older, you’re still getting paid, at that, exact, lowered, rate.

He’d explained, that the generational effect of lowered wages is not just right after college when you start working that first job, but the curve of pay rate started, flattening out, that you can’t get raises from your experiences, or your trainings, which is why a lot of people are selecting work that has no learning curves.

Xing stated, that a ton of the younger generations didn’t get the habits of learning new things going when they were still in school, anything that aren’t interesting to them, they don’t touch, and lacked the motives to learn, and after they’d graduated, they’d sought out jobs that required no learning to new skills either, there’s no high or low status of work, but if you work as a Uber delivery or a stores clerk, for ten years, would that raise the value of your labor?  Of course you won’t see your wages getting higher by this mean, and that, is what’s, worrisome.

Xing told, that if you are stuck in the lowered wage work long term, even if you switched track, you are not switching to a field with a higher learning curve, but because there’s a need for the laborers, and there’s no chance of getting a higher pay, for instance, you would have to get more deliveries done to get paid more, and that makes it hard to accumulate the various work experiences, and your savings.

“The reasoning of lowered wages is how the service industries are targeting the employees who’d just, graduated out of school”.

And so, you have these, next generations of workers, who are taking the work that required NO specialized skills, which mean, that they are all, easily replaced, and these are the work with the highest, turnover rates, because they don’t require any specialized skills, you just have to have a license to operate a scooter, to be able to deliver the items that the clients ordered, which leads to these younger generations’ lack of motivations to hone up on a specialized skills, because, who cares, I only need to get through this month, and next month, I’ll take in, more delivery slips, to make enough to meet my living needs next month.

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The Era of, STRIKES

Until ALL of our demands had been met, we will NOT, return, back to work, see how y’all can live without us…

The era of, STRIKES had now, arrived, and it’s still all due to that precedence (you MOTHER @#$%ING, spoiled rotten BRATS!), of success from before, leading the rest into believing, wow, if we cried as loud, we too, will get, our undeserved, CANDIES.

The era of, STRIKES, it was first, those, airline pilots, who can’t cope with those, long hours of working their, continuous shifts, then, the flight attendants too, and now, it’s the, post office employees.

like this…photo from online

The era of, STRIKES, we’re, striking, because we feel that we are, underpaid (how’s six-digits annually “underpaid”???), with not enough benefits (what, workers’ comp, health insurance, and your quarantine hotel charges are, reimbursed a bit too!), but it’s, still, NOT quite enough, because WE demand more, because once you’d given us something, we want more of something else, and we won’t stop, because that, is human nature.

So, welcome, bosses, ‘cuz all your workers are gonna be, upset over the work schedules, the pays, the health benefits of your individual, companies, and, they will, STRIKE!!!

And, there’s NOTHING you, as the big shot bosses can, do about it, ‘cuz, it’s the workers’ rights to strike, and if you stop them from striking, then, you get your sorry ASSES, S-U-E-D.

or this…

photo from online

So, do you all, want that, class actions suit on your hands???  Yeah, wouldn’t imagine so.

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In This Time of Economic Downturn & Inflation, We are in Need to Help One Another Out More

Giving all she could, to others who are in more need than she and her family is, the kindness, still happening, despite how the economic is getting worse, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

A few days ago, when I got home, my mother who was selling the produces downstairs came up and asked me gleefully, guess how much we made from the vegetables these past two days?

From before, and my mother’s gloating means, I’d stated, “three, four thousand dollars?”, she’d smiled, and told me the “correct answer”: I made four hundred on Thursday, three hundred on Friday.  This was, the lowest on my mother’s record of sales; she’d made seven hundred in two days, meaning, that deducting the cost, she and my older sister only made three, four hundred, and they split that amongst themselves.

My mother said, that at least, she’d paid no rent on the vegetable stand, the stand with the salted fish opposite, was rented to him for over $800N.T.s, and for the entire morn, he’d only, sold one fish.  It’s a wonder, that my mother was, laughing about it, everybody is competing to see who’s worse off than whom!  She surely, found the bright side to what’s, too dark here.

Everybody’s not doing well, and, we’d accumulated the produces we sold.  But because we can’t get the customers, and we needed to make a living, and so, we’d, traded with other vendors, some of the fruits, because of health issues, some of the family members can’t enjoy, and, we’d had to, trade them all out to others.  My mother told me: just see it as doing the good deeds.  And so, we can, only, give those produces, fruits away, free of charge.

More than a decade ago, this tiny stand, helped my mother make her retirement pensions, and these past few years, she’d worked to sell the produces for the sake of her health, and, since the pandemic started three years ago, she’d sold from her stand, based off of her good will, giving back to the local communities.

To save up the cost of operations, the vendors wouldn’t even turn on the electric fans, because the renters would charge another fifty extra, and the stands from the left and right of my mother asked her to get the head of the fan to rotate, so they can get some cooled air too, to help everybody stay cool, we’d switched to an industrial fan.

That day, the older woman who sold the vegetarian sticky rice begged my mother, that she’d not asked my mother for a “favor”. That even though, she’d brought only half of what she normally sells, there are still, a ton left over, that it would be hard for her to bring the unsold amount back home again, asked my mother to buy from her.  So, my mother bought three kilograms, and the following day, she’d brought it heated up, to give it to the other owners of stands around her.

My mother said, that all the vendors can’t understand, how the business is so awful, it wasn’t the end of month, nor had the school started yet, how come there’s just, not enough, shoppers?  For my mother’s generations, they had no concepts of what inflation was, let alone, global warming, but the Ukrainian-Russian Conflicts they knew of, but, tying all of that with how the sales of food had gone down at the local markets, I’m afraid, it would take me, ages to help her understand, and so, I’d told her straight up: the oils we used, a sixty-dollar increase, and, a few days ago, it’d, gone up another twenty-dollars.

From before, there was the tiny price hikes, and these price hikes had to get pass the numerous evaluations, and now, the costs rise up as they pleased, not only in huge ratios, and in everything too.

My mother seemed to understand, why there are, not enough shoppers at the markets then!  I’d told her, “at least we don’t pay the rents for the stands, we have a roof over our heads, no debts, and we’re all, quite healthy…we are, blessed, although we don’t have a whole lot, but if we’re willing, we can still, help others who are, less, fortunate than us.

Last year on my mother’s birthday, I’d prepared a sum to get my mother on a trip, but I’d canceled due to the outbreaks, and I’d asked her if she wanted to donate the amount to charity, because a lot of people in this country aren’t, making it.  She’d stated, “donating this sum to those who are in need, it’s a good call!”

And so, this, is on giving back to the communities, even if this family isn’t rich, they’re, middle class, making it on their business of selling the produces at the local markets, and yet, the members of this family have good hearts, and, they’re, helping others who are in more need than they are, using what they have, to give back.

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Keeping that Heart of Gentleness

Doing his job, offering assistance to others, he deemed it to be his job description, but for someone who is immobilized, the individual’s actions of going that extra mile to offer the services means, a hell of a lot!  Translated…

Seeing Chen walking out of his office, I’d gotten up, out of my seat, pushed the elevator button for him.

Chen was carrying a bag of something, walked slowly, smiling, grinning, but this time, he’d not taken the elevators, instead, he’d, handed me the bag, told, “I’m truly grateful toward you all, a bag of food for you and your colleague to share!”, I’d immediately pushed the bag back to him, didn’t feel right getting a reward for what I was paid to do in the first place.

But Chen insisted, then, turned and left, I’d caught up with him, because I didn’t know his full name, saw the name printed on his identification, made a mental note, thanked him for the foods.

like this, just, doing his, job…photo from online

Awhile ago, the restrooms on the first floor was being renovated, and those who worked on the first floor had to go up to the second floor to find the restrooms, but, for someone with a handicap, it was a bit more difficult, after all, that’s, an extra way to walk, and had to, get into the cramped elevator with the crowds.  As a first line worker, I’d shouldered the responsibilities for pressing the floor buttons; it’s work, but it’, something I do every day as is, it’s not considered lending someone a helping hand, just empathy is all.

I think, it’s because, of all of these situations I’d bumped into at work and in life, I’d, trained my heart to be softer.  In other words, I should be the one thanking him.  Even though my term of work is about to be up, I’d had to leave this work environment, and, as I find work elsewhere, I shall, also, take this heart of gentleness with me there, to treat everybody I meet there kindly, to keep this heart of mine, gentle.

And so, this is what you learned, from your interactions with others on the job, what you do, pushing the elevator buttons for those who entered into the elevators may be ordinary for you, but, for someone like the man who’d especially came by to thank the individual, because he wasn’t mobile enough, it’s something big, and, this individual will take this heart of helping others, of serving others, to her/his next job, because s/he knows, that what s/he does, makes a difference, no matter how little, to another human being.

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Days I Became a Tag-Along, a Treasure Map of Memories

The meaning of hard work, the legacy of love, is what this father had left behind, for his own children, as his children watched him, working hard away, to provide for the family that he loves so much, translated…

As My Father Was Still Living, He’d Worked in the Small-Time Businesses, as I Grew Older, I’d Started, Tagging Along……….

My Father’s Brashly Telling the Families that He Was Switching Careers

Awhile back, due to the side effects of the vaccines, I’d started falling drowsily asleep, and I’d dreamed about my father who’d been gone for all of, forty plus years, and, as I woke, I started missing him a lot.

My father and I are of the same zodiac sign, he’s thirty-six years older than I am, passed at the age of fifty, which meant, he was only by my side, for fourteen short years.  When my father was alive, for the sake of household economics, he’d done the odds and ends businesses, and as I grew older, I’d started becoming his, “tag-along”.  And now, all the memories of him I have, are of those days I’d gone to work with him.

At around five, or six, my father started selling the pickled, the salted vegetables.  He’d gotten himself a cart, placed the assortments of salted vegetables in the cabinets of that tricycle of his, and as the skies turned light, he’d gone out, pushing his cart along, and sold off of the cart on the streets.  I wasn’t in preschool then, and I’d gone to work with him from time to time, the streets of early morning is quiet, and there was, only, the two of us, father and daughter.

Once, he’d returned home early, and, his cart had been, emptied, the families wondered how he’d sold everything off so soon?  He’d jokingly said, that “there was a rich guy, who bought it all from me.”  In truth, it was a day of the typhoons, and the wind flipped the cart over, and, everything shattered, and my father wasn’t able to salvage anything, this showed, how trying the lives of the small-time vendors are.

Not long after I got into elementary years, he’d announced that he was switching to selling the fish paste fried foods.  My father said, he had a friend in the business, that he believed, that the key to selling it well, is to have the good soup, with the items in the soups.  But, my father told of his trials too, that this friend refused to tell the secrets of what he’d put into the soups to him, as well as the recipe for the dipping sauce.

And, because the soup and the sauce were the keys to the success of fail of the food item, my father would go from time to time, to his friend’s stand to dine, and, bugged this friend of his, to tell him his secret.  My father took me there a few times too, and as I was, working on the foods, savoring the soups, he’d gotten busy, trying to get his trade secrets from him, and, secretly jotted down the ingredients for the dipping sauce too.

illustration from UDN.com

After my father got home, he’d experimented continually, and after multiple busts, he’d finally, developed a flavor that he loved, and finally, his business was, up and, running then.

My Father Who’d Set Up the Stands at the Local Market Places, Started Developing His Faithful Clientele

Back then, my parents woke at three, four in the morn, to cook the daikon soup base, using the pork bones, then, with the dried fish pack to add in more flavors, then, made all the dipping sauces on their own, and selected all the ingredients for the soup with care, and finally, made into the best served, tempura.

My father who’d set up shop at the local markets started gaining a set clientele, then, he’d started selling the cold tapioca snacks, which he’d made by himself, and slowly, he’d gotten into making the other foods for his business venture.

During the time, every weekend, I’d gone to help as his cashier, cleaned the dishes, in the evening, as we set out for home, I would always, fall asleep from the fatigues of working on his tricycle, my father kept pedaling hard away, and kept turning my head to see if I was asleep, worrying that I may, fall off, and called out to me all the way home: “young one, don’t fall asleep, we’re, almost home”.

My father’s food business was almost all-year-round, especially during the New Year’s, as some of the stands would take time off, my father’s business would be better than ever before, and he’d needed all hands on deck, all of us to help.

During those days, his hand that clamped up the fish sauce pieces never stopped moving, all of us girls, would serve out the foods, to prepare for the takeout for our customers, taking the money for the customers’ ordered foods, doing the dishes, and we were all, busy at work, and we normally were able to, close down shop by early afternoon.  To us, a family who relied on the small businesses, being able to sell all the foods we made, earning the money for a good New Year’s, it was more pleasing, than anything else.

And maybe it was because of how he’d worked himself too hard, shortly after I got into middle school my father fell ill, and, he’d stayed ill for two years, then, passed away.  Although the family still continued operating the food stands, but, without my father as the pillar of it all, we’d eventually, close down the businesses.

So many years passed and finally I’d, dreamed about my father, he was already with hair all white, but was still, selling the fish sauce snacks.  Before I’d asked him if he was tired out, I’d, waken up.  I wanted to tell him, “I missed my time as his ‘tag-along’, and I hope that in a future life, you won’t and don’t, have to work as hard anymore.”

And so, this, is how this man, provided for his families, by using his hands, by working hard, by showing them, that so long as they’re willing to put in the time, the hard work, be honest in dealing with others, then, they will be able to succeed in whatever they do, even if it wasn’t in business, because, business should be based off of honesty, and yet, nowadays, business only cared about making the money.

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