Day 33. 84,533 words. Not much but I deleted a lot of placeholder text that I’d copied in from The Final Fall of Man to provide consistent descriptions and stuff. Anyway it’s more writing than it sounds like!
Today, I’m taking part in a strike.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not really by choice. My company is sort of taking part in it but we were all told we could strike or not strike, it was up to us.
But then it turned out the public transport unions (who never met an excuse for a strike they didn’t immediately fall in love with) were all striking, and so I was left without an easy way to get to work anyway.
And since we were offered a no-harm, no-foul day off (yes, unpaid, but still a day off that doesn’t come out of my holiday or overtime hours and won’t put a black mark in my record), I decided to take it.
Um, in solidarity with the workers! Yeah!
Seriously though, I don’t know what the difference between “going on strike” and “taking a day off work” really is, in practical terms. And the strike is huge, and it’s for a pretty damn good reason. The Finnish government is screwing over its unemployed citizens, making them jump through a stupid number of pointless and impossible hoops to avoid reduced benefits – basically they’ve decided to cut costs by forcing unemployed people to receive less welfare, and forcing employed people to pay more into welfare.
And it’s all bullshit that they just slimily slipped into policy.
There’s already a petition (this is a long story but in Finland apparently if a petition gets enough signatures and is done the right way, it means parliament has to take it onto the floor and debate it) that means this whole awful pile of shit is going to be taken out of our mouths and safely disposed of, but the strike is still a good idea. It’s our way of spitting and spluttering and saying “you fuckers, I knew that wasn’t chocolate when you put it in there, fool me twice shame on me.”
Anyway, that’s my Friday.
And it’s been snowing here like an absolute madman since Thursday morning, so I will likely be doing a lot of shovelling so poor Mrs. Hatboy can get in and out.