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For the past 6 weeks or so, there's been a protest in front of my building. It seems that the local carpenter's union takes issue with the wages offered by a major construction company. This company's headquarter is in - you guessed it - my office building. So, every morning from 9:30 or so, until 11:30 every morning, there's quite the picket line going round and round. Also, in case you were wondering where the rat is, he is at 601. It's also fun when they bust out the giant, 15 foot inflatable rat on the back of a pick-up truck. It come completes with open sores on its belly.
Anyway, what really strikes me about this protest is that the picket line is largely bereft of the carpenters who are put out by the construction company. As best I can tell - and yes, this means I'm making snap judgments about people, but that's what I do best, really - most of the people in the picket line are scabs. The union pays people to walk around in circles, chanting about how awful this construction company is to carpenters. I think there are all of two carpenters there most days. So, it's hard for me to feel sympathetic to their cause when I don't see the very people that are affected. In the end, this is all just a big whatever, since I can't even hear them chanting from my office.
I guess I'm just saying is all.
In other news, I just found out that my cat, Sophie, has died. Or, to be precise, my mom has assumed that she's dead. On Saturday afternoon, the cat crawled off down the hallway, out of my mom's sight, made a noise, and since then... nothing. However, my mom can't find the corpse, so the death isn't confirmed. It's just conjecture at this point. If/when my mom is able to find the body, we'll know for sure.
And sometimes people wonder why I don't get along so well with my mom.
xoxo,
dan
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For the past 6 weeks or so, there's been a protest in front of my building. It seems that the local carpenter's union takes issue with the wages offered by a major construction company. This company's headquarter is in - you guessed it - my office building. So, every morning from 9:30 or so, until 11:30 every morning, there's quite the picket line going round and round. Also, in case you were wondering where the rat is, he is at 601. It's also fun when they bust out the giant, 15 foot inflatable rat on the back of a pick-up truck. It come completes with open sores on its belly.
Anyway, what really strikes me about this protest is that the picket line is largely bereft of the carpenters who are put out by the construction company. As best I can tell - and yes, this means I'm making snap judgments about people, but that's what I do best, really - most of the people in the picket line are scabs. The union pays people to walk around in circles, chanting about how awful this construction company is to carpenters. I think there are all of two carpenters there most days. So, it's hard for me to feel sympathetic to their cause when I don't see the very people that are affected. In the end, this is all just a big whatever, since I can't even hear them chanting from my office.
I guess I'm just saying is all.
In other news, I just found out that my cat, Sophie, has died. Or, to be precise, my mom has assumed that she's dead. On Saturday afternoon, the cat crawled off down the hallway, out of my mom's sight, made a noise, and since then... nothing. However, my mom can't find the corpse, so the death isn't confirmed. It's just conjecture at this point. If/when my mom is able to find the body, we'll know for sure.
And sometimes people wonder why I don't get along so well with my mom.
xoxo,
dan
email me
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