wildcat

Well, as of five o'clock this afternoon, we've been locked out of work.

Since the 72-hour notice was given on Wednesday, most of us have been walking around in a daze while panic grows. Flying while in denial, panicking the rest of the time.

I'm out of work. I haven't actually been out of work since 2001, when I moved back down to Victoria after that last summer spent up in Prince George -- I came back down with no plans, lost, taking unexpected time off of school. I got a job pretty quickly, though, even if I hated it with a passion.

So, I'll be picketing from now on, and looking for a new job as well -- either something temporary to keep me going until the lockout ends, or maybe something more permanent. My landlord's been really great about the whole thing, and even has me house & cat sitting for him next month for a bit of money. I might get some money proofreading for some of Christian's students. Might put together some content for a website.

At least I have some torment to write about, and time to write again -- with a bit more motivation, I have to say.