Exiting is not a Supported Routine Over Here & the Shoemaker's Children

I cannot believe what a nightmare this bunch can create in order to leave.  They hang onto our existence by dangling a carrot that will likely be one of those baby bunny sizes when all is over.  Maybe not even that.  But sucking the life out of us is real in this process.  Support? Not on your life.  Taking the phones away in August for a leave date of end of September, holding onto that almighty bonus until all assets are returned, in a country that requires vehicles to move around.  Yes, they could have the last laugh when it is all over. Bonus?  We were sure it was in your account the day you left.  But thanks for all your hard work.  What?  You cannot access your bank account here any longer?  And trying to lease a car over here is like trying to do anything else here.  I have attempted to find rates and cars available for any date. None are available at that location. Any location. Any date.  Does this mean that everyone rents every car available in this country, all year? If so, then would it not be a good idea to get mores cars into the pool and make some more money?

Other than that, it is a fine, sunny day in the tropics and time to get back to school work for myself.

What I will miss:  nothing comes to mind right now, even the mangos are tired and unappealing

What I will look forward to:  website that work, businesses that are in business, communication that flows both ways, effectively and efficiently

On the homefront, I just listened to my neighbour try to start her car. Her husband owns a workshop - which the local term for a car repair shop.  For the past week, she turns the key each morning, and it does that scary grinding thud and then nothing. Eventually he arrives and tinkers and she leaves.  Now, Saturday, out there again, and poor thing managed to turn the key a million times, got the squeal and whine and thud, and then nothing; until finally it engaged. Now, stalled outside the carpark in the blazing sun it awaits the 'shoemaker' to come again and repair.  You know - the shoemaker who makes shoes for everyone else, but his own kids go barefoot.  And this neighbour is such a lovely person, she won't even complain.  Maybe I could learn from her.