Stop Whining

There comes a time in everyone's life when they should take a stand on something. Everyone should take a position on at least one important issue, whether it is a popular or unpopular stance. An issue that needs to be discussed more here in the United States is the expatriation of jobs, in particular those professions that are nearing extinction in the manufacturing sector. This is why the story of Jim Doyle, an ex-mill worker in Buford, South Carolina needs to be told. Jim was working steadily at the job one day when his name was called over the plant's loud speaker.

"'Jim Doyle, please report to the personnel office immediately"' the office secretary said

Jim was not concerned; he figured that it was just like any other situation he'd dealt with at the plant, the personnel department probably wanted Jim to train a new employee. Jim had worked at the plant for thirty-five years and he was always the first guy they called to educate the rookies. Jim casually made his way to the personnel office, however when Jim got there the news he received was not anticipated.

"'Hey Jim, could you sit down for a minute?"' said Earl Hobbs, director of personnel.

"'Sure Earl, what's up buddy?"'

Earl began to tear up a little bit, he really has to constrain himself from all out balling, he has a real glum look on his face as he finally begins to answer Jim's question.

"'Jim, there's no easy way to say this. We've known each other for a long time, but we're going to have to let you go"'

Jim sits there stunned with nothing to say as the tears begin to flow, he tries to be professional despite the circumstances.

"'How could this happen? I've been here for thirty!"'

"Relocation Jim, we're moving your job to Central America, Venezuela to be more specific."'

"'Doesn't loyalty for anything anymore Earl?"'

"Sorry Jim, cutbacks are cutbacks. The company can make more money with guys like you no longer working for them. It's a matter of economics Jim, experienced workers such as yourself call for twelve dollar an hour minimum and a major benefits package. Some fella' down in Venezuela is willing to work for a two dollar a day and a sacked lunch."'