Workers of the world, unite! I work for a labor union, which is awesome on several levels. Love, love, love most everything about the job. A few things could be better, but what can you do.
One potentially awesome thing about working for a union: Men, and lots of them. Plentiful and convenient, married or not.
Drawback, which may well just be in my head: I consider all union guys to be potential bosses of mine.
Now, I realize that it is at least statistically improbable that I will end up working for all of them, and most of those that I have some interest in will probably never be in a position of power in their unions. It is an unfortunate fact that has caused me much personal pain-well, at least much personal annoyance-that nepotism is alive and well in the labor movement. Let’s just say the variety of last names among labor staff and leaders leaves something to be desired. Anyway, better get off that soapbox or I’ll start to get pissed.
So, while men in the labor movement are both convenient (for me) and quite plentiful, my own hangups get in the way of taking advantage. But I really, really do like working class guys. Hell, I even married one, which was a horrible mistake, but the sex was better than average. Not stellar, but certainly better than the median. He was (and is, actually) a union carpenter.
As a bizarre solution to this difficult problem, I’ve been hanging out with some independent (yeah, that means scab labor) workers. Gotta say, this has been a blast… all have been great fun and frankly several have outranked the union members. (Which I think only are my ex husband and another carpenter, floorlayer I believe.)
In honor of labor day, I’ve decided that I should start dating union guys now and again. I’ve added a line on my dating profile, suggesting more points for union members, but so far, only one guy mentioned it. We’ll see. And if I wind up working for a former fuck buddy, well, let’s just hope that I wasn’t the one to stop taking calls. Solidarity forever, you know!
