STRIKE

The day has come, we are on strike and it does not look good. I have a feeling this is going to be a long one. I think the company wanted us to do it and we fell for the trap but we really had no choice. I have decided that it is time to look for another job. it would have been great to get another 16 months so I could complete my degree.

Today I walked the picket line for the first time in my life. Boy, it was cold. I know it is only going to get colder and I will have to dress appropriatly. It was nice getting aknowledged by people with the honks of their horns. It is such a small jesture but means a lot to the ones who are walking, so when you see someone walking give a little toot on your horn to let them know you at least see them. My shift is from 6am to 10am so I get to watch my former supervisors drive into work to perform my job. Most do not even look at us. This week I kind of feel sorry for the good ones, they have to make a living.

I love the teamsters. The union drivers will not cross lines. One trucker dropped his trailer in the entry of our plant and left. He said he would not have taken it that far if he would have known we were on strike. An independant trucker came in today. He was very polite and apologized for driving in but did not know about the strike and he needed to drop off the load. We told him to come on in, he has to make a living too.