Tuesday 29 November 2011

UNTIE

You can't speak to me tomorrow. I'm on strike. My pension is fucked, same as anyone else's. Not that I've got one, mind you. And I'm not happy.
So I'm withdrawing my labour.
And I hope it hits my capitalist pig of an employer right where it hurts. In the goolies.
Then I think I'll feel a lot better.
I'm sure I will.
And certainly I shall have helped the matter.

1 comment:

  1. To paraphrase Douglas Adams:

    this is about as scary as a national philosophers strike

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