Saturday Strike

Saturday Strike

I thought while B was out on strike (hopefully not for long) I would talk about what is going on and how we have been affected by it in the past week.

Week 12

So we have basically been at this strike for 3 months now.  It still doesn’t look like it is going to end anytime soon.  They have now called in a federal mediator.  I think this definitely needs to go into someone else’s hands.  It doesn’t seem that at a local level they are going to be able to solve all the issues and still adhere to the national contract that was approved.  If you don’t understand what I am saying, I don’t understand it either.

They finally had a dinner Friday night at the union hall.  The past few weeks they have magically had the hall booked, but never let us know until Thursday night.  I was excited to go.  They were having hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill.  Unfortunately, it was such a nice night and S wanted to stay home and play outside so that is exactly what we did.  We stayed outside until 8:30pm and then came in and straight to baths and showers.  B was busy ripping a roof off so we would have to go to the dinner without him so I was iffy about going by myself.

B got text and pictures from other union members that they got huge shipments of donated food from organized food drives.  Go figure, I decided not to go and there was tons of food.  I waited to post this until after I went to the union hall on Saturday to see if there was anything left.  While they made it sound like there was a ton, there was some left.  I did manage to get a little baby cereal, some apple juice for B’s smoothies, and a few cans of corn.  I hate to sound like we are not grateful, because we are.  They had generic peanut butter, and Cheerios, but I know B and S won’t like generic peanut butter.  They are Jif boys through and through.  I only give P Multi-Grain Cheerios.  I like to know exactly what is going in P.

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Disclaimer: I have never claimed to be any great writer. So any mistakes that are made are my fault. Sometimes I mix up names B, S, and P, but I think you can figure out who I am talking about. If you find any grammatical errors just fix it in your mind so it sounds right.