OK, I give up. What am I doing wrong? I have never been in a strike and I want to be. Everyone else seems to be able to.
Every time I open up a news site, someone else is going on strike.
We have the police wanting to go on strike over having to arrest people.
The Indian cricket team want to go on strike over the fact they lost…or something like that. Even the Spanish are going on strike. The clinics that deal with 90% of the legal abortions are going on strike over the fact the cant take a siesta during an operation. Or over wanting better legal protection. I don’t know, I got bored reading it.
Then there is the post office who are striking over the fact they have to deal with letters and it isn’t in there contract to deliver the post.
Even Virgin Airlines cabin crew want to strike over being paid the amount they accepted when they took the job.
The company I work for even voted for some strikes, but because I am not a member of the union, I couldn’t even take part.
So we have the police, sportsmen, doctors, postmen, airlines and the people I work with all looking at or having a strike, and I am not invited.
In fact, through all of it, I stand to lose out quite a bit. What if the postman doesn’t deliver the bill for my satellite TV so I cant pay it and they cancel my subscription which means I cant watch the cricket which gives me high blood pressure but my Dr isn’t there. So I book a holiday but cant get there as Virgin Airlines are striking. So I go on a rampage, but there are no police to stop me.
If that isn’t bad enough, now my cat has gone on strike. She wont go out because of the rain and is having a sit in protest until it is dry outside.
It all started 2 days ago. It was a quiet day. Not much going on. I was on my laptop surfing respectable websites, and she jumps on the table and asks where her barbie jacket is. I tell her it is wherever she left it, so she huffs and wanders off. Shortly after, she returns wearing her pink barbie jacket and army boots and tells me she is off to meet some friends. She goes to the window and then just stops.
“It’s raining. Make it stop.” she meows to me.
I explain that I cant do that, and she stamps her feet (which is loud when there are four of them, all in army boots!) and leaves the room. She comes back later asking if I made it stop raining yet and again I explain I cant do it.
She is now having a sit in protest at it. I have no problem with that in principle as it means she wont come in soaking wet and decide that my clothes need paw prints on them. But she has invited all her pussycat friends round. Now, whatever I do in my own home, I have a group of cats all dressed up and resembling the “Pink Ladies” from the film Grease mocking me and holding up banners saying how bad a Dad I am and demanding equal rights for cats.
That’s it, I have had enough. I am not going to feed her anymore.
I am officially on strike!
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