Wimping Out

I've been outsourced. And now I have to train the fellow from India in my job. This may be horrible, but it's great fodder for this blog; here's my chance to vent my outrage at these Indians and what they are doing to us. A big Web audience and sterling blogging credentials are mine for the taking.

Only one problem: I'm a wimp. I like the guy.

His name is Ananth. He's been very pleasant to work with so far: good-natured, respectful, polite and courteous. Ironically, he had not been told I was being laid off, and had innocently asked where in the bank I was moving on to. He was somewhat taken aback upon learning the truth and genuinely sorry.

So forgive me for not joining the "bash India" crowd. I just don't have it in me. The fault lies more with our own country's callous, shortsighted business practices.