A Crack in Solidarity

My union, APSCUF, is poised to strike this summer. My message to my colleagues: you are making me mad. If I strike I will be hammered financially. But I have no kids or mortgage so I am certain I will get NOTHING from you. If eventually I get a decent raise I'm likely to get hammered by a lowered credit rating as I'm likely to miss some credit payments. I'm certain I'm not the only one living paycheck to paycheck. And don't think that's such an outrageous thing. Getting through grad school is not a cheap thing.

Don't expect me to walk the picket line. Expect to see me working for WalMart or Don Huey while you're trying to send a message to Harrisburg.

Fuck you all. Sorry, I haven't bought into all this. This union seems to be so much more resource using than the benefits. I'm looking for a new job as we speak.

Yeah. I said "fuck". I'm not averse to using that word.

I'm fucking pissed at all of you.

And no, i won't be crossing a picket line. But don't expect to have earned any of my respect if I suffer because of your hardball posturing.

Sorry, as much as you might have an historical perspective, I've been here 4 years and am not complaining. I'm grateful.

My two cents. (And I'm not ashamed to voice this nor am I afraid to leave this fucking hellhole of rural PA.)