More apocalypse, less angst
Had a bit too much silliness last night with scotch and wine and am working from home today while waiting for my new futon mattress to be delivered…. thankful that the internet allows me to do that when I’m feeling this dopey (surprisingly, not really hung over, just tired).
The good news is that I won the election I was running in this weekend, which means I get to go on to the national bargaining conference for my union in February where I run for a spot on the national bargaining team. The race was not easy, but I did the work necessary to get elected, and I’m feeling pretty secure about the fact I was chosen by my peers to go forward. There will be 14 of us running for 9 seats come the new year, and that’s something I have to start working on soon if I am to get anywhere – it’s a big deal for me.
The other relief is that my three weeks of madness (Ottawa, moving, fed convention, PSAC conference etc) are now over and I can get down to unpacking my house, setting up my new bed (a union brother and I took a drive to Ikea in his truck on Friday after the BCFed – now that’s some solidarity!), and relaxing a little bit. I am planning my housewarming for the 20th of this month, so those of you who know me can mark that date in your calendars (and you will be receiving an invitation by email).
Oy, the Resist! Collective, what a funny bunch to drink with….. so lucky to have ’em in my life.
the popular phrase around the ol’ collective here is:
“spontaneous organization of the masses where ‘mass’ is defined as a group of five individuals or more, or three individuals and a truck”
Blarg. I don’t remember the end of the night. I hope to god that there’s nothing too eventful in the bits I can’t recall. I woke up on the living room couch at 9 a.m., grateful that I didn’t have to work today, and took a cab home. I don’t drink so much these days and was just pulling from whatever bottle was passed around. Eek.