Sunday, March 10, 2024

Ten Years in Myanmar

 I couldn't remember the exact date of my arrival in Yangon. I thought the ten-year anniversary was going to be some day next week, so tonight I thought back to this blog. Here I'd find a post to remind me of that date - and there it was, dated 7 March 2014. My anniversary, an hence my workversery was four days ago. 

And no one noticed.

At work, we constantly get emails congratulating this person or that for their 1-year, 3-year or whatever year tenure with the company.  Here I am, the senior member of the staff, and my ten-year milestone comes and passes without a word. 

Man, I feel like I've been kicked in the gut. 

Underappreciated, spurned, underestimated, unwanted...and angry.

I know some people don't like me, but it's not because Ive wronged them in some way.  I'm just a convenient focus for their own frustration. Having been with the company for so long, I'm among the best paid employees, and I've earned that.  That also fosters resentment.

I can't believe it. I mean, I wasn't expecting a gold watch or anything like that, but a mention in an email would have been... the minimum they could have done.  

Do I feel full of righteous indignation? Damn straight I do. 

I can't throw it in their faces either.  


I thought I was going to retire there. I was the senior staff member. I'd been there longer than anyone. It. Is. Not. Fair.  But on the ...