RETURN, not just a button on a keyboard facilitating an old typewriter action
Written by Agent 47 on August 17, 2017
RETURN, a return to what you may instantly ask. Which is rather kneejerk of you, but I’m not judging. Not judging, just saying. Well in this particular context, it is literally a return to my posting. This post right here that I am currently typing in at 9:18 in the PM on a Thursday night, before I sneak in 6 hours of sleep as I will need to be up and moving by 4:30 in the AM to be back at the wage earning grind tomorrow. This post, is a return to last year, so far as the podcast accompanying it goes. To be precise it will be a return to August 23, 2016. That’s right the podcast I am linking to hasn’t been heard since it’s original stream date of almost a year ago. Sad part here, is I can not for the life of me find my show notes or playlist from that date. So without listening to it; which I most likely won’t as I just don’t have the time right now, I won’t be able to actually fill out the playlist portion of this posting. Que sera sera. RETURN.
It is also a RETURN to a bit of a story I started earlier this year. The story represents one of the reasons I don’t necessarily mind getting up prior to 5 in the early. That story, the recollection of what is a still currently ongoing slow death, as I was living it also involved me getting up what some may describe as way too early in a 24 hour cycle, but I wasn’t getting paid, and I don’t mean euphemistically. As in I wasn’t getting paid properly. No I am speaking in the tone of literal truth, as in NOT GETTING PAID AT ALL, and it wasn’t as though that was an agreement of an internship or any nonsense like that. It is a story on a generalistic scope of a slow death within an industry (technically the hospitality industry to be precise, but that truth had been lost long ago and was a key ingredient in the current disruption led demise), and on a specific level the death of a company. Driven to the bathtub with a fresh razorblade by the ineptitude and greed. RETURN . Perhaps it could have been avoided, well of course with the right actors and circumstances it most definitely could have arrived at massively different outcomes. But that’s all wishful thinking at this point. RETURN.
RETURN For now I am going to re-post the last paragraph I had written in regards to this. Tomorrow I will return with a new/old post AND more of this story and my perspective of how it all went down. RETURN
reprinted from me.
This will be as best as I can relay to you a story of what looks to be a fitful demise of a Portland business. I regret that it is one I’ve been involved with for almost two years. It is the slow bleeding out death of Green Cab.
It should be noted here that, all this .. my eulogizing this long standing Portland transportation company, could be; on the one hand, premature, yet on the other purely academic reporting. Reality is the original entity known as Green Cab Transportation is deceased. That company that operated under that moniker is entirely no more. While there is a NEW company comprised of Green Cab Transportation’s rotting corpse, struggling to rise from the fetid carrion that remains of the former, it’s prospects for a survival into a healthy, competitive business in the decimated landscape of private for hire transportation, well I’m being extremely kind if I say the outlook isn’t good.
Part of this forecast is due to what happened to; is happening to, what has now been officially named New Green Cab. What I’m about to say shouldn’t be mistaken for a lack of understanding regarding the fact that situations like these: transfers of power, organizational restructuring, or drastic changes in ownership/stockholders, such as what is transpiring now, these power plays typically DO NOT happen overnight.