Not me, of course. This blog is about the antidote to burnout, after all.
But the vendors bringing by the food every day in our hẻm (alley) in TP. Hồ Chí Minh come by every day without fail. The most important vendor to me personally is the bánh mi (french bread) woman. She must be in her 80s and has severe cataracts in both eyes, but she has not missed a single day in the five months we have lived here so far. She comes by rain or shine, and when it rains here, it really pours. But she has a somewhat waterproof basket for the bread. She even comes by on the national holidays. And if we miss her on her first trip by at 0700, there are another 3 more times in the morning and a couple of times in the evening that she makes it by our house.
We see other Vietnamese people in their stores every day, too. Some people really work hard with long hours in this country. But there is still a large portion of unemployed people here that either cannot find work or do not want to work (assuming they have parents or someone else to support them).