Who feels that they are also a little burro?

another 4 yr old forum post

Q Why are  many members just as passionate about "little dots" today ?

A Because of the importance that ebay places on feedback.

 That's why I'm sure if they removed the guff from their help section then less people would read and heed the advice.

How about you?

http://voices.washingtonpost.com/fasterforward/2008/02/fee_feedback_changes_at_ebay.html

Many years ago a man had a dream. He built a tiny primitive path. I discovered the path by chance ten years and a thousand positive feedbacks ago. I used to talk to the man about the path and how to make it better so the journey could be smoother and more rewarding.

I was a patient little burro. I started plodding along this crooked narrow little path. The work was hard. Much of the territory ahead was unknown. The carrot dangling in front of me, was that by following the path, I could help my family to make ends meet by selling on eBay during the winter months when our farm income dwindles.

The sweet juicy carrot was worth the hard work. There was also some pleasure in knowing I helped to grow something much bigger than anyone expected. I was part of a herd. It seemed tangible and real. So many of us were plodding on the path, shoulder to shoulder, working together; that the path started turning into a road, and then a highway where others could share in the harvest.

Times have changed. The carrot is now much smaller. It is shriveling up from the inside out and frequently tastes bitter. New men and women now oversee the path. For some inscrutable reason they have placed many stones and boulders in the roadway. Sometimes you don't even know they are there until you've inadvertently bruised a hoof. You try to find a map to guide you around these obstacles but the information is elusive and often incorrect.

My little burro self is feeling both confused and disenfranchised. Not only is the carrot much less appealing, but now the road's new owners have brought out a switch. Somehow they believe that the best way to keep me plodding along the road is to force me into submission. To keep me in line. I didn't know I had strayed?

I may be only a burro, but I feel deeply insulted. My little hoof prints helped to turn a dusty little narrow path into a paved highway.

Today my tiny hooves are bruised. My spirit is tired. I need to look for paths where the road is more welcoming.

Where my dedication and hard work will be rewarded.

In the meantime my tummy is rumbling and life must go on .