I needed some hardware, so I called up a friend whom I knew was working at Ingram Micro Asia. Seems like the little jerk has moved on to Frontline Technologies one week ago and he didn't tell me.
I remember when he was about to leave a job where he was working as an instructor for about 11 years. I had throughout the past few years taught him how to use Office (he didn't know how to use Microsoft Office when we first met), taught him programming concepts (he still didn't have a clue how to program), advise him on the removal of viri and systems administration. Nearly 2 years ago, while he was preparing for Solaris System Administration, I had advised him on what to study and so on. It took me a month to study for and get certified, while it took him, I guess, more than 2 months.
When I think of how we have grown further apart, it seemed rather sad. How many persons would be willing to risk their life and neck for me when I got into trouble? At last count, there were only 3 persons. 3 persons I could count on, if one day, I were to get into any sort of trouble, catastrophe, or disaster. These 3 persons would be willing to bail me out. Conversely, how many persons would I risk my life and neck for? At present count, I'd say 3 persons.
The main reason I keep working on my own is the only reason that I strucked out on my own. Only I am able to fully appreciate what I had to offer. Whether it was my own “limited” exposure, or megalomania, it appeared that there are few people out there who could match or outdo what I can do.
Perhaps it's time for me to stop fighting against the whole world.