I'm a capitalist, at heart. After all, my Associates Degree is in Economics. I believe in an open-market, supply and demand will balance out the new world economy being created through globalization. However, in the short-term, it is scary. Jobs in the United States are being sent over seas. An article written by Mike Dolan of Reuters, "Flight of Office Jobs Intensifies Globalization," succinctly defines what is now occurring. "Over the past year, U.S and European firms have announced the relocation of tens of thousands of technology, backoffice, and call-center jobs to emerging hi-tech centers like Bangalore and Bombay in booming India."
First it was manufacturing, now service related jobs, which we thought were immune to the exodus, are being sent to places like India. I try to look to the long-term benefits that this will afford the world as a whole. A line from the article, articulates what I try to feel about the matter, "One more job in India does not mean one less job here. It means instead one less Indian family in poverty, one more customer for our goods. Not jobs lost, but opportunities found." As I try to embrace this short-term shifting in the world economy with excitement and hope that the United States will be fine, that we will find our niche in the new economy and continue to be the great nation that we always have been, a new more personal fear was uncovered the other night when I received a phone call.
The caller, with a thick Indian accent, said "Hello, Roberta K---" I am calling on behalf of Capital One." I thought oh no, hang up the phone, like you always do. Don't even bother. You hate telemarketers. You've become quite good at blocking their intrusive banter. But, I wavered in my convictionfor a second before saying. "I'm not interested." "But, thank you." Then I guiltily hung up the phone, pausing as I was about to place it on the base, concerned that they were still talking.
After hanging up the phone, I pondered what had weakened my resolve. How could I waiver in my conviction? Where was my toughness? I had to find it, or next time they might get me. I might actually buy into the $79 a year plan for the discount and four free tanks of gas, or say yes to the credit card with interest rates that are absurd beyond belief. What was it? When did I change?
That's when I realized it wasn't me. It was them. It was the new economy that had snared me. You see, I've known several Indians in my life. They are the most gracious and hospitable people I have ever met. When someone is so kind and warm, it's hard to be rude and obnoxious, the very weapons that I use in my defense against telemarketers. Now, I'm left to wonder if I should change my opinions about globalization. My pocketbook is defenseless against it as it stands now. I am once again feeling like I should embrace isolationism. Globalization really isn't all that good, now that it's hitting me so close to home.