What a fucking day. Before 9am this morning the following events happened:
Woke up late. I need sleeeeeeep!
Bastard Council digging up the road = even more late for work on a day I
have to be in at a decent time.
Losing fav hat on the bus. Running back to bus carrying too many folders and laptop for it to then see it pull away.
Walk through door, boss kicking off about missing DVD that he needs like now.
Trying to get files from lap top to desk top. Not happening.
Need the files
NOW.
More demands from the employer.
Shoe breaks.
9:20 am first coffee.
Chill Winston.
Up to the Castle. Doing our thing with the newbies.
Back to work to find Boss still in foul mood. Worked through lunch to meet demands.
Just a wee rant about a bad day. A day that was a stereoptypical Monday.
But the weekend...
3 hour train journey spent writting to a friend. Enjoyable but really should have been working. Fuck it.
Meeting crazy cider fulled Glasweigans on the train going to the same union conference. Woohoo freinds. And freinds who smoke. Woohoo. Shared taxi ride to rather nice hotel on the outskirts of York.
Check in. Nice, family room of 2 queen side bed pushed together and a single all for me as my rommie (who I never knew) didnt pitch up.
Straight to the bar. Ouch! £2.95 a pint.
So many different people but with a strong common bond.
Bar prices was taking its toll so a few of us wander down a random road.
Claire: 2 pints of lager please.
Bar Maid: £2.98 love.
Oh dear. This
is going to get messy. he he he he!
4 hours in ran random pub, not recognising any brand of alcohol.
Then it came conscious to me that I wasnt sitting with everyone else. I had spent 4 hours chatting to one person.
Throwing out time and we all stroll back to the pub to find it all still jumping in the hotel bar which was mercifully still open.
Demanding umbrealls in my pint and to pick the colour out the box. I'm a woman who knows what she wants.
Illuminati discossions, tattoos, nesting,music.
Wake up pretty rough. Hello Mr nesting partner. Nice tattoo.
A day of many fragile people constantly drinking water. fantastic talks and workshops.
Helen, Chris and me taking lunch to bed. 50 minutes break can be spent in bed.
Having to write in the afternoon was a task but all was good.
Back to bed between the couple of hour break before dinner.
Not much sleeping going on. Dart commentator impressions, being damn right silly, making bed tents and acting like childish teenagers.
Missing Cuban solidarity speakers, Bad Claire.
The cause is justified.
Get out of bed and sneak down to dinner.
Dinner and crazy Cuban band.
The randomness continued.
Finding brilliant new contacts.
Meeting a lovely lady called Helen. A crazy gothic chick that lives in a garden shed.
Discussing future plans for the union on a faultless journey home with new found activists.
What a fantastic oppertunity to meet all these new people.
To put forward out views. Produce our charter that we will put into motions for our National Conference. Im not going to do the union rant. But a quick low down in my envolvement is like this:
Joined very unactive Union (PCS) when I started.
Didnt have any committee members.
No Branch executive committee and we are a National branch, thats alot of people not being spoken for.
None of the unions were.
Brilliant Shauna who sits opposite me was up for starting something. So we created a BEC.
Got our first newsletter out in 3 months.
Wrote my wee piece about the young member aspect of it (under 27) Saying we need young blood.
Nicely titled 'Keeping it Unreal - Claire Aitken'
Got it whipped out there. Not easy as we are spread out all over Scotland.
And now we are planning our AGM.
Its nice to be part of it all.
Dont know why I have ranted on today. Maybe I just needed it. Its been a funny weekend. Its jump started alot of thoughts.
Weird.
Song ~ Cast No Shadow
Artist ~ Oasis
