First let me say, today was a much better day. I started it off with an Allie’s donut, so right there it’s a good day. Plus, my picket assignment took me to a Verizon Wireless store *much* closer (read: walking distance) to home, which is nice because the less gas I have to use right now the better.
It was nicer out today. Gorgeous, in fact. Things were less organized, though. When I arrived there was only one other guy there, a splice tech from Warwick, I think. He wasn’t in charge, wasn’t sure who was, so we hung around. I contacted my picket captain who said some more guys should be on their way (apparently there was some big meeting at 234 Washington this AM that I failed to hear about…) and eventually a few more guys showed up. Some of them had signs and so the picketing began. Other than one guy I know from my office, I’d never met any of these fellas before, but they were all pleasant guys. We chatted, we walked, I heard some terrifying shit that made my brain squirm.
It’s funny, on the exterior I was trying to remain calm, but some of the stuff these guys were saying was just freaking me the hell out. I try to take it in stride, because who really knows how accurate any of it is, but still: squirmy brains.
Another thing: I’m confused by the negativity our strike is met with. I got everything from disaproving shakes of the head to thumbs down to the invisible treatment. I had to check my sign a few times to make sure it said I was on strike against Verizon and not “IMA EAT YO BAYBIES!” or even, Odin forbid “All your base are belong to us!”. (Side note, that would be a great extra sign to wear…)
One brave fellow even said “Boo unions!” over a loud-speaker in his truck as he drove away from us. On the other hand maybe he was just filming a Red Stripe commercial.
I just don’t understand the negative response to this or any strike. We’re not being greedy, we’re not asking for anything new or extra. We just want to keep our jobs and have a decent choice for health care. Unions protect the workers, why is it that so many so-called “working man” politicians are against them? I understand the businessman’s side of things: They want to make as much money as possible while having complete control over their workforce. Unions make sure there are checks & balances so they can’t just treat their workers like serfs.
I’ve heard the argument that unions make businesses shut down because they demand too much. Sure, that’s happened, but is it always the case? No! By that argument every politician should be fire because some of them are b-holes. Well…
The negative was vastly out-weighed by the positive and every time someone came by and wished us luck or gave us support, hell even beeped their horn and waved, it gave my heart a little swell of pride. So go fuck yourselves, negative Nancies.
After I finished walking I hobbled home. This daily walking for hours is not the level of physical activity my body is used to. By the end of the shift my back hurts, my feet are sore, my bad knee aches and my left hip hurts so much I stumble around like fucking Torgo!
Nicki had the day off so we decided to head to her parents house for a swim in their pool before going to a friends VJ Day cookout. On the way out the door Nicki asked if we could cancel our vacation plans for October if we had to (we’re heading to Universal in FL). My heart broke a little. I’ve been looking forward to drinking butter beer and checking out Diagon Alley since I first heard that Universal was opening a Harry Potter theme park!! (Brief aside, I’m a huge nerd, in case you don’t know me in real life.)
I said that yes, we have trip insurance so if it comes down to it we could. But damn, I really don’t want to have to do that. I know that people are worrying about feeding their kids, keeping their houses, etc and I totally respect and understand that. I’m not saying my vacation is more important than any of that, it just seems like such a symbolic concession: canceling a vacation that’s already paid for. Maybe it’s just me.
Time to wrap this thing up, I must’ve been bitten by the long-winded bug. Sorry. Thanks for reading. See you tomorrow.