STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!

Since last Thursday I’m marked “difficult employee”. Why? My need for justice has gone beyond the point where most would say: “Oh fuck it, I’ll just look for another job.”

I had another meeting with my “manager” about the raise I was once promised but never got. He was a total asshole. Did I say asshole? Asshole is too nice to describe him.

I wrote a whole post . Deleted it. Wrote it again. Deleted it. He isn’t worth it. Any letter or word written on the issue is too much.

He’s not only that way to me. He has pulled things like that with every person in our department. That doesn’t make things better. It causes chaos. Revolution hopefully.

It took me up until today to put things in perspective. I probably won’t be working for him for many months years. There are more important things in my life; my life with FreezeM, our future plans, our hopes, our dreams, our upcoming trip to the US. LIKING the job is more important than the money. I HAVE a job. That’s a lot in this economy.

Although today a faint smile could be detected on my face at work again, I still feel slightly rebellious. Because, I’m going to file an official complaint, and by doing that an independent commission is to be set up. Other people within the organisation are going to judge his decision.

If that doesn’t work, I’ll just leave it, but right now? I’m just screaming for justice.

And while normally strikes, like the ones happening in The Netherlands right now, don’t have my approval (I’m more the “just do your freakin’ work already” kind), I’m now joining them. Silently.

Strike strike strike! REVOLUTION!!!! HIS HEAD! WE WANT HIS HEAD!

And by this I will overcome my grand grand grand grand GRAND parents who left France to escape the evil Napoleon before the revolution even started...