When work gets in the way of life

I’m sure you’ve noticed that my blogging volume has gone down recently. There are a number of reasons for this that I don’t want to go into here, but one of them is the recent happenings at my place of employ.

My employer is currently in negotiations with the Teamsters Local for their new contract. As most of you know, I am quite the anti-union fella and having to deal with management (whom I am also not a big fan of) while also dealing with the union slugs has become rather droll as of late; the Teamsters try to convince me that crossing their possible picket line would be a bad idea or talk me into voting for union representation in the offices where I do my work.

I tell them that the mullahs will OK pork products before I do either of those, they get that tilted head look that dogs get when you whistle at them and I reiterate my stance with the standards about an acrtic Hades or Porcine Aviation so that I can end the conversation more quickly and get them out of my office and myself back to work.

This has been the last couple hours of my workday for over the past month. Even though I am working fewer hours (my boss cut my hours back to pay for the possible temporary workers who’ll be driving the trucks), my stress and frustration level are way high because my workload increased as my hours went down.

Add to that the recent move and the tightness of the dinero around the new Casa de Analog and all I want to do is eat, sleep and go to the range, which is about all my weekends consist of anymore.

The vote for the strike is tomorrow and depending on whether the union members decide 1. To OK the contract, 2. Vote for further negotiations, or 3. Strike will determine the blogging level in the near future. You’ll want to hope for numbers 1 or 3 as 2 will just extend the pain futher, 1 will lessen it, and 3 will mean I get to stay home, paid, until hostilities cease.

I think you can guess which one I’m hoping for.

Have a good day out there folks.

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