It's Been Awhile

I'm still alive, and getting by. It seems my fantastic company will not come to the table and talk to us. In fact I have to wonder if they will be playing the role of Grinch this year.

I have not been to the picket line much. I have been working for a co-worker at his house. I have not been on the computer much, because I have been dead dog tired.

That's it for now...bye.

One Week

Why is it some folks feel the need to try and run you over? Why are they so angry that we're out on strike? For the majority of people coming out that gate it's a thumbs up, and horns honking. But, then you always get the guy that tries to mow down the picketers. I swear to God that one guy shaved my legs he got so close.

Then there is the people that get on the cell phone.....immediately after leaving the gate. You see driving and talking on a cellphone is illegal on the worksite. So everyone and their sister gets on the effin phone as soon as they leave the gate. What is so damn important that it can't wait 20 or 30 minutes until you get home?

One lady about had me crap my pants she changed lanes right in front of me, had a cellphone in one hand, a smoke in the other, and going what seemed to be 50 mph. I thought she was going to sideswipe me and several of my friends.

At one of the other gates they had some jerk in a Cadillac Escalade mow down picket signs every morning four days in a row. On the 5th morning, they had a Deputy waiting on him. When he was nabbed he was mad, because we already made 'so much money'. It was then explained to Mr. Anger Management, that we weren't striking over pay.....we were striking over the takeaways to our benefits.

It's been over a week and the company refuses to come to the table.

I'm not going to hide it anymore. Here is my union site.

Picket Line Pt II

Yesterday I'm on the line, and one of the scabs drives out the gate. We yell 'Scab!' at him, feel a little better, and continue to wave to the rest of the folks driving out. I take a glance behind me, and see that the scab has pulled over, climbed out of his truck, and is talking to the last guy in line.

"Get the FUCK out of here Scab!"

"We don't want your kind here!"

"You don't belong here!"

Very quickly the Picket Captain ran down and told him he needed to leave before he was hurt.

He mumbled how he wasn't in the Union anymore. Well no shit, we kind of figured that out when you went to work this morning.

The rest of the night he was the talk of the line. Can you believe how stupid he is? We knew he wasn't bright, but to actually climb out of the truck, and shoot the shit, like nothing was wrong........believe me he's dumb. He doesn't have brass balls....just a dumbass.

Picket Line Pt 1

Last night at 12:01 AM we picked up our Picket Signs, fought the mosquitos, and walked the line. It felt odd to be doing it. We were all, for the most part, virgins at this. The mosquitos were thick, I even inhaled one as I was talking with a friend.

There wasn't many cars at that time of night. A few honked, and some waved. I don't know how many fingers were being held up though. A few people were pricks and drove really close to us, only to change lanes once they were past.

I heard a story of one Scab that was bragging to everyone about how much money he was going to make, while we were out. He also was antagonizing people asking which gate they were going to be at, so he could wave at them. The thing is, this guy is MR UNION, until it comes down to actually putting everything on the line. He's the guy that people used to go to if they had a problem. He's the guy that knew the contract inside and out. He's the guy that helped me one time.

He's the guy I will never acknowledge again.

Scabs reap the benefits of what WE earn. I don't know how they can look at themselves in the mirror, let alone us.

Goddamn Scabs..................

Tick.....Tick......Tick

In less than an hour I have to be out of here and on the Picket Line. Do I really want to go out? No, but I and many others feel like we are being short changed. We are ok with what we had in the last contract. All we ask is that things remain the same. Crying poor, and then posting record profits don't really cut the mustard. We're the ones out in the rain, in the cold, the heat, the Mosquitos. Just because they can't see past their quarterly earnings statement, don't take out of my pocket.

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I will walk out, join the line, and stand up for what I believe in. Who gets hurt in all of this? Me, and I know that. My family will suffer too. The thing is sometimes you have to stand up for something. Look around you, how many family wage jobs are really left in this country? We won WWII because of our manufacturing capablity, not because of tactics. We were able to mass produce tanks, ships, guns, and etc. We don't have that capability anymore....but China does.

Think about that, the next time you walk into Wal-Mart.


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Time is slowly ticking away, it's getting down to the wire. I am given no choice. This is what they have driven us to do.


I'll be back when I can.................

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WOW!

You see that header up there?

Angel did that for me.

Thanks Angel.....you did a fantastic job.

I'm still angry today.

I'm feeling hateful.

I feel like spreading the hate.

Evil Molly has arrived.

Why in the hell do I have to put my trash out so freaking early in the morning, only to see it sitting there at 2:30 pm? Is it so GD hard to stay on a schedule? At the house we just moved out of, if I left my trash out the night before, a fucking animal would go grocery shopping in it. I'd get home from work and trash would be everywhere. But, if I decided to wait until morning, well then it was a gamble. The trash guys might come at 5:00 am or they might come at nine. One time they didn't come until 5:00 pm. It was a gamble on whether or not our trash would get picked up. Oh yeah, I have a big family, we create alot of waste, meaning I usually have a few full cans for them to empty. I can't count the amount of times I have had to go chase down my can because they tossed it as far away as they could from my driveway.

Goddamn Garbageman...................

Then there's the Postmen. When my wife an I moved back to my hometown, we lived less than one block from the Post Office. I could see the fucking building from my parking space. I was that close and I still didn't get my mail until 5:00 pm. I suppose I was the last stop. But, if I had obtained a PO Box, then I would have received my mail at a decent time of day. I have a letter carrier that lives two doors down from me. Seems to be a nice guy, has a wife, a couple of kids. The Motherfucker takes a two hour lunch break everyday at his own home. WTF?! Please let me get a job like that. How cool would it be to go knock off a nooner, then deliver mail with a smile.

Goddamn Postman....................

The Electric Company, These MF'ers are trying to stick us with an $800 bill all at once, and won't show us what the charges are from, or what happened to our other deposit, from our previous house. Everything is so Goddamn automated anymore that just talking to a human being is like seeing Jesus. I want to know what the charges are for, and why are you sticking them to me all at once. I think I know what the charges are stemming from, and if I'm right, then they're trying to stick it to me. I fucking hate the electric companies and their monopolies.

How fast were they in restoring my power last year? They already raised our rates so high that some of the elderly are going to have a helluva time paying the bill. Hey I'm going on strike, could you maybe gives us a break? Sorry, that isn't in the scope of our policy. Fuckers.......

Goddamn Electric Company............