I love my job, but there are serious times when I just want to say fuck it all and fly home. I don't even care that the company would have to take the air fare out of my salary. But with five kids and a wife I can't afford to act like I am 18 and trying to fuck my whole life up because that is the fun thing to do. My wife thinks that when I go to that I'm on some grand vacation, jetsetting and seeing the world. I work in Bangladesh, one of the poorest countries there is. Think of 144,000,000 people in the same area in size as Iowa. Don't get me wrong the people on the general are friendly and decent, but ignorant (and not in the bad way). When I say ignorant, I am speaking in the literal text book definition - lacking knowledge or awareness in general, unsophisticated. The education system here is a joke. Corruption is rampant and the very few who have money are sure to keep everyone else down. They are utterly prejudiced by surroundings. And as with any country there are the cultural difference that can drive a person up the wall. If you fly into Singapore you will find one of the most beautiful, clean and safest cities in the world. There is a spirit of excellence bred into those who live in Singapore and it shows in there people and their country. But when one steps off the jet way in Dhaka you'll see there is no excellence but mediocrity and the want to do as little as possible to make a buck. The Bangla is not a lazy man, he is a man who works his ass off all day to make ends meet, but he doesn't strive for excellence because he knows that it will not get him anywhere. I want to go home.
