I honestly cannot fathom how the country managed to operate today after I chose to withdraw my labour. Although not on the picket line due to a dreadful cold, temperature, and a general feeling of being completely woolly-headed, I find myself with no motivation.
On the bright side, I managed to sleep for a solid 12 hours last night and added another 2 in the afternoon; now I’m heading back to bed.
I must admit, I found some amusement in shouting, “Up the workers, all out tomorrow!” as I was leaving work last night… it seems some people did not appreciate it (which likely encouraged me to say it in the first place). There’s something delightful about witnessing the familiar faces rise from their seats for what you can only assume will be a hushed conversation aimed at disparaging you.
This brought to mind an official complaint that was filed against me regarding an email I sent out concerning fire safety.
After sending two polite requests urging people not to prop open fire doors, and seeing no changes, my third correspondence stated, “You can train children, dogs, and even horses to close doors behind them, so I don’t believe I’m asking too much for my colleagues to do so. While I wouldn’t be particularly upset about the individuals holding the doors open perishing in a fire (it would be a form of poetic justice), I do care if it results in my demise as well.”
This seems perfectly reasonable, doesn’t it?
by Jim Aborwhear
