Went on strike today.
Got up early and went to help man a picket line in Swansea. Lots of standing around, handing out leaflets to strike breakers - mostly good natured - and drinking lots of hot tea.
Thing is, there was the odd idiot who thought it would be fun to drive their cars at us even though we were all colleagues! Ok, our politics might not match but that's no reason to be shitty like that, is there?
One of the managers offered to call to the Police because he felt we were blocking the highway. We offered to get a make over for his hideously ugly wife and a penis extension for him.
Middle Managers - don't believe for a minute that they are nothing but hen-pecked husbands with domineering wives who emasculate them in the home so that they feel the need to be c**ts at work. Also, they have principles that come with a price tag and declare themselves company men. For the record, Mr Manager you just as redundant as the rest of us when the axe falls - some for declaring you allegiance to the flag and doing your masters bidding.
The shame of it all is there always the last to know that they are expendable.
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