I don’t speak a great deal about what I do on my blog. And that’s by choice.
First of all, what I do is in no way exciting, fun, or fulfilling on any level. Secondly, I don’t like to shit where I eat (so to speak).
But I will say this much today: the Union will NOT be going on strike this coming week.
Ever since the first of the year, there has been a gathering tension in the air at work. This is because I work in a manufacturing facility that has a Union, and the three-year Union contract was up this week.
This meant the necessity of a new Union contract. Naturally that means there was much negotiating, wheeling and/or dealing going on the past few weeks. And initially it sounded like the two sides were quite far apart and a strike was a very real possibility.
Even in this shitty economy.
“But cb, what would happen to you in the event of a strike?” you ask.
Well, since I am “management” I would get the job of being a ‘scab’ and come in to work each day and run equipment in order to fulfill our manufacturing orders and customer needs.
(Side note: where I work is fairly rough. When you step through our doors you walk back in time about 60 years or so.)
I’m fairly certain I would chip a nail or two if I were responsible for running our equipment. There is also the very real possibility to sustain injury if you don’t know what you are doing.
Which I wouldn’t.
But– the crisis was averted. The two sides came to an amicable arrangement and the Union voted in the new contract. I get to stay safe and sound in my dingy little office, and all is well for another three years.
Or as well as it can be in this dying age of American manufacturing.