I actually worked for a really good boss at one point who was public service and one particular year the public service union were going to have a picnic day to celebrate some sort of union power dick waving or something. The day they chose was May 1st.
I asked my boss if the union was aware of the importance behind that date to the global union / workers movements. He told me not to be so loud when asking questions, but assured me that the union power structure in Australia was so far removed from reality that they probably had no idea about their own history or relative importance of global workers rights (there's a reason why a lot of Australian union power brokers are former Scottish or Welsh miners, once Thatcher broke them they had to go somewhere).
I said I was willing to donate some flags to their picnic day to help them celebrate. They were mostly solid red. With a tiny bit of yellow. For those who couldn't carry flags I had some little books for them to carry and wave. Again, they only had red covers.
He told me to shut up and go away or he'd find more work for me to do, since I was clearly not working hard enough.
I think that's called "Tragedy of the Commons", right?
that's about enough literacy out of you! back to the gulag!
Sorry, sir, I've had too much to think....
I actually worked for a really good boss at one point who was public service and one particular year the public service union were going to have a picnic day to celebrate some sort of union power dick waving or something. The day they chose was May 1st.
I asked my boss if the union was aware of the importance behind that date to the global union / workers movements. He told me not to be so loud when asking questions, but assured me that the union power structure in Australia was so far removed from reality that they probably had no idea about their own history or relative importance of global workers rights (there's a reason why a lot of Australian union power brokers are former Scottish or Welsh miners, once Thatcher broke them they had to go somewhere).
I said I was willing to donate some flags to their picnic day to help them celebrate. They were mostly solid red. With a tiny bit of yellow. For those who couldn't carry flags I had some little books for them to carry and wave. Again, they only had red covers.
He told me to shut up and go away or he'd find more work for me to do, since I was clearly not working hard enough.
damn...