Am I part of the global economy? how do I participate in the global economy?
I'm currently working at the nail salon, which is providing services for customers. However, all products that we use in our store are from all over the world. Some are made in China, Mexico, and India. Plus, as a consumer, I believe everythings that I purchased from stores (clothings, products for home, etc.) are made from different countries.
Even though I have known that those factories in poor countries are terrible, it was shocking to see that in the film Mardi Gras. How poor the working conditions are in those countries! For the consumer, it's better to purchase the cheaper products but what can be done to help those factories to improve their working condition? In order for those workers get higher wages, does that mean that we as a consumers has to pay more for the products?
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
What work is...?
Somehow that poem reminded me how my mother told me about work..
My mother didn't work after she got married, she stay home and raised us till we came to the United States. That's when she went to work. The work itself wasn't hard for her, she said, it was the language that she needed to learn. Every night after work, she would grab the book to memorise few words that she needed to know. But every times she tries to use them, she would forget everything.
She never told us how hard it was for her to learn a new language and work six days a week at same time. Just once she had told me, that there were days that she wanted to quit. At the end of her day at work, she would pack her belonging from the desk and thought that she will not go back. But when she came home and saw us, she knew that she needed that job.
I can only imagine how she felt through those days.
From her, I have learned to be responsible and to respect other people's work.
My mother didn't work after she got married, she stay home and raised us till we came to the United States. That's when she went to work. The work itself wasn't hard for her, she said, it was the language that she needed to learn. Every night after work, she would grab the book to memorise few words that she needed to know. But every times she tries to use them, she would forget everything.
She never told us how hard it was for her to learn a new language and work six days a week at same time. Just once she had told me, that there were days that she wanted to quit. At the end of her day at work, she would pack her belonging from the desk and thought that she will not go back. But when she came home and saw us, she knew that she needed that job.
I can only imagine how she felt through those days.
From her, I have learned to be responsible and to respect other people's work.
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