|Who says I have to like it?
||[Jun. 27th, 2007|09:41 pm]
Brain fizzed out working on the iron horse… time out!
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Despite having been with the company for 3 ½ years, today was my first attendance at one of the Annual General Meetings we host for our clients.
Mixed emotions on my part. 9 out of 10 shareholders attending the meeting were elderly folk, many of whom appeared lonely and very eager to strike up a conversation with myself and the other staff. These are the people who I expect would have spent their lives working for this country, so I don’t mind that they’ve accumulated a nest egg for themselves and their families.
What depresses me though is the wealth that surrounded me while walking through the venue. Marble, bronze, ornate lighting and chandeliers, etc. We even walked across a bridge that spanned a dining area below. Coming from a poor family myself I’ve never managed to desensitise myself to these sights.
Less than a block and a half away is a city park where homeless people are always trying to find shelter. In other parts of this state (province) there are communities with a shortage of water and health care. Even middle class citizens like myself are beset by problems associated with shortfalls in hospitals, police, housing and of course transport. Is it really appropriate that capital be pooled into small caches such as this?
I’m by no means a communist, but I do think the world needs a more in-depth look at the gulf between rich and poor.