Glamour.

When I’m in meetings all day, the time and energy to write dwindle and my blogpostings become a mite more sparse. Even worse when I’m in meetings that are confidential – as all union negotiation meetings are – I can’t even write much about what I’m doing! Then again, it wouldn’t be that interesting to those outside the process – so I’m probably sparing you all a whole lot of boredom.

I am in Hull at the moment, which I can never quite bring myself to believe is Quebec except that people address you in French first, unlike on the other side of the river. We have been put in a Holiday Inn through some unfortunate series of events, and have been further promised that this will not happen again as Holiday Inns are notoriously shabby and often not clean (at least, that’s been my experience in the three I’ve stayed in). It’s not like any of us expect the Chateau Laurier – but clean and with a kitchenette would be a good start when we’re going to be here at least one week of every month for the next year.

Oh – the glamorous life of the union – airplanes and angry members, bad food, iffy politics and too much to drink. On one hand I understand why people don’t get involved (who wants to give up this much of their life and free time?) but on the other, it’s always a bit of an adventure. Who knew I would find the heart of darkness at the Sea Raven motel in Queen Charlotte City while pursuing a union case? Or that I was cut out to be some kindof political leader? Not me. That’s for sure.

I suspect that blogging like this for too long will only get me in trouble – so from here on out I’m going to find more interesting topics than my role in the union to write about. I suppose that means I’m going to have to drink less and write more in my offtime. Perhaps I could finish one of those books I’ve got started if I did.