GETTING A BREAK IN THE GLOBAL HEATING SUBJECT


Amongst the cataclysmal headlines, a refresh brought me back to my old and already useless own concepts. In the old Ages before 2000, I used to think. And to say. And to do. Then, the wave of world's end came. For the brains, not for the Earth in itself. Let my texts and words and everything else tell about the how much I could not help myself from feeling, from believing. There we were, all of us, heading to a catastrophe, shame that the moral one came first. Because if the natural one had caught us while we could still think, perhaps we would have salvation, we would find one way out all together and on time. But not, now it sounds more as a punishment, a cataclysm that came for those ones who called themselves The masters of the hours, of the life and its wonderful conveniences.
"There're no acts done by the conscience anymore
there are just acts done by the convenience
and when the convenience is the hostess
the invited will always be the cowardness."
Seriously, that sentence is good, I am proud of being part of its making.

Well, returning to the subject, our planet agonizes in our little dirty hands, and there's nothing we can do to revert such situation. But I don't say about the Earth that won't have salvation, but our hands that will never be cleaned. That now is more than clear and evident, and the silence once again ' conveniente' too much is what guarantees me that the humanity's character was drained all at once inside the deep black hole of the universe. Is the giant elephant inside of the room, but who does dare to give the first alert, to comment how wrong and absurd that situation is?

Giving a refreshment in the subject global heating, here we have some matters that recently asked to my sense of discernment a re-wake up urgent.

What the people want, they really mean WANT it. Do you know that ambulance sirene or police car that arrives behind you and if you don't open way to it... Zás!? Well, it is similar to what the people do when they want something nowadays. Now it is in the speed and enviable easiness. "Were you in front of me? Oh!, what a shame... good-bye !" And you're gone.

Imagine a case that happened here, by my side. I witnessed scenes and unimaginable facts, that only in the period of global heating can be explained. The brains melted. Well then, you imagine a common worker, who accomplishes the own obligations, and you place him in a coexistence situation together some high toxic substances aired in the air for months, due his department to be being shared by other company that is not of his business. Then, we may say that that worker, already weakened and sick, seeks for his superiors, who don't tell him neither yes nor not about anything". They don't tell him anything. Then the smell continues, and the worker - who is not earning anything with that, and that almost lost the own health for good - communicates his superior that he won't stay in the section anymore while that toxicant smell stays in the air. And the superior agrees, even without giving attention absolutely to the complaint or the official report. After all, he was just a simple, plain and common worker.
BUT, that same worker, trying to work at his work's room - place indicated by his direct superior - comes to have one " chat " with other worker, recent creature - there along one year - in the institution, who arrives wanting " to talk " with him. The chat is based in: "Hear, we didn't bare you here in this room anymore, you do what you want, you are lazy, and I don't know why you are using this room. I don't know not even who are you in this institution, after all, what are you here?" - JUST ONE APART: THAT PERSON WORKED TOGETHER OUR WORKER ALONG THAT WHOLE YEAR -. "Leave this room now and don't come back and don't use more any material or equipment of this room!" - ' words of our lord, thanks god' - he could have finished all he said with that sentence. Now which ' lord' or which ' god' I don't know, because he more seemed a devil one making his monologue of world end. Then the creature, that worker who heard all that quiet, already abated, sick and prejudiced in his work atmosphere, had to hear more that, come who knows from where, and for which reasons? Do you remember the moment of the invasion of the toxicant product? Well then, that had been the best moment of our worker work's live. He had to face situations even worse than that. Reporting to all the superiors he could, each one at their own turn, the worker was humiliated, abandoned and obliged to go out of his position as a hound dog that doesn't have any rights to occupy his place or even some respect as a person or citizen. I saw a news these last days that reminded me well this very situation which our common worker suffered with. When a reporter came to one governant here, and he asked about one situation that the city was bad in, and the mayor only told him in reply: Our city is very well, thank you ". The reporter got upset and asked again, and the mayor repeated the same sentence, like a child in the kindergarten, who imitates what the other ones say or just does one: " I don't want to hear, I don't want to answer " when asked about some prank he did.
Then the reporter, even more annoyed, demanded one direct answer for his direct question, and then the mayor simply turned the face to the side, where he had seen a person, and walked towards that person and shaked hands with him, begging in his mind: " My savior, takes me away from here ". AND nothing else he said, not even a look he launched again and ignored the reporter, his work in the press and his important question for good.

Well then, with that our common worker happened the same. When he reported to his most principal one, to ask for some support and retractation of the absurdities happened against him, his principal told him, smilling: " Of course, we will talk!..." AND while they headed for the room, that principal sees, at the distance, a person who would be to him the refuge. He goes to the encounter of that person, he hugs him and walks him until the room, leaving our worker behind without throwing not even a last glance like: " I'll be back soon, I will talk to you later...", He entered the room together that other person, he closed the door and our worker has never heard from him later anymore. And then continued the rumors, the defamations against our worker, who breathed the other people's toxic expelled things - not only the ones in the air while he worked, but the ones come out of the acts and thoughts of the other ones that were driven towards him - and finally he was taken away of that first office, of another office that he started to occupy, and of another place that he had just suggested that he would occupy at last in his position. They denied him places, equipments; and they caused him digital, personal, physics and mental exclusion. What did remain of our worker? Nobody cared about his health, his wellfare, about the verbal aggression that he had suffered without reason...

Well, let's think together: On the following days, when our worker continued going to work " banished " by all the glances and actions of the other common workers, he finally tells his history to some ones there, who hear him and they become surprised for so many troubles that our worker had supported, but there were not even a single sympathetic act, an apology, a reason, an explanation, a collaboration, or a help. Our worker continues now in his new section, for which he was "obliged" to go, taken away from his original section due aggressions and without rights to ask for an explanation. Banished and treated awfully bad, our worker had to buy his own electronic equipment, because in that federal institution it was denied him with cruelty and exclusion the use of the computers. There at the beginning of this history, when using the ones of the office he shared with the teachers, they told him suddenly to go away and to never use them again. Then, when he searched for another ones in a place reserved to the common use of all the teachers, our worker had to make a password to enter, but the one who did that denied to make him one. Our worker thought it was a normal situation, at last he's not a teacher, but when another worker, who's also not a teacher just asked to use the same computers, that same man did right away, in front of our worker who saw that and could not believe at all. Well then, after having spent his money with his own mobile PC, after, having changed section against his wish, and working now in an open place, right in front of the room of his old coordinator who did nothing at all to support him in those moments of despair due the injustices; the worker sees himself before one more dilemma: It arrives, in his hands, one paper that comes from two in two years, for the own work to be evaluated and for his coordinator also evaluates his work in concomitance. Comic, it would be. Our worker sees himself in a crossroad: What will be of his destiny? What would that coordinator be able to - someone who did turn him the face and who didn't say him the word and who did allow him to suffer the worst humiliations, disrespect and until someone who collaborated to worsened the situation - write in that X of the evaluation blank space?

Well then, you tell me if that was a matter for our worker to get worried about? He, who had accomplished his function until extraordinarily, carrying materials and heavy equipments in the reforms of his section, organizing lists and purchases, labeling and filing toxicant substances, organizing the work requests of those to whom he attended, washing equipments, finally... of his work, he never ran away. Of the smell of the sulfur, yes. And then, even when he did evaluate himself, our worker found in the parts which he felt in debit - faults more than justified - he filled out the note which he found right and fair. But about his work there and the capacity of execute it, our worker marked excellent, because that was really his value. Well then, for the grace of so many ones who can read this, here it is going our worker's " recent former " coordinator's evaluation, who after leaving our worker waiting for days, finally decided to fill out the paper and to hand him in an incredible hurry, without at least to throw a look back while he left our worker with the paper filled out in the hands. An evaluation almost below the average. Right in the average that was what our worker received. Especially the topic about his impeccable work. He received in the average. That also only happened because, after a chat with the workers of RH - a person who heard the history of our worker and who "sympathized" with the horrendous report of intensive work, offenses and exclusions - she said that she would speak to the " recent former " coordinator of our worker, for him to be fair with our worker and to not blemish the record of our worker due cruelty or gossips or whatever it would be. For him to mark exactly what our worker really meant in that section which he occupied previously and from where he had been pulled out by rude words and personal offenses.

And our worker held the filled out and signed paper in his clean hands and nothing more he could do except seeing the trace of that coordinator who proceeded ahead, without other word, without explanation, without consideration to our worker who stayed seated in that place that was not him of option, with the faces still turned away without reason, with total abandonment inside his own institution of years of work and dedication.

Unfairness... I think it will go forever. Because once again the convenience, and not the conscience took the place in all the acts and human thoughts. And acting like that, we have our dear Earth in this current situation. Melt!, poles; grow dark!, skies; be skimmed!, waters, become into pure acid and die fishes; turn itself without life!, soils; get sick! trees; become warm, atmosphere! That is your lords's will, the humanity. Those ones to whom the convenience serves now, but same ones who will die due it. Because when nothing more seems to be convenient, when nothing else is natural, alive, fair and correct; the conscience should take its place. But the conscience already died. It was the first one. And with her, all of us. Awfully.

Patricky Field