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Look at that hair!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sometimes wonder if anyone’s reading these. I haven’t advertised anywhere and no one, besides my partner, knows that I’m doing this. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could’ve easily put five hundred words a day into a .docx or a notebook, and it would’ve likely had the same effect right? I’m just shaking out the cobwebs after all. But I like the fact that these are online because they set up sort of a boundary on what I can put down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You can google my name and find this website, so I have to be okay with the words on these little posts being reflective of who I am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, because there’s so much stuff out here, there’s very little chance anyone is going to stumble into my little corner of the internet. So there’s some privacy here I guess. It’s like being on the second floor of an apartment building with big windows. I know that people can see in, but I know that generally no one is. And if they are, they probably don’t know me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So am I writing for the voyeurs? You’ll have to tell me. Maybe there is a sense of excitement reading posts like these that are really not meant for anyone, but sit there, just a couple clicks away. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don’t know. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’ve had these awful headaches all weekend. Sunday was the worst, and yesterday they sort of came and went. I woke up this morning at around four am feeling terrible. Stuffed nose, piercing headache. I took a pill and came out to sleep on the couch, but didn’t fall asleep for a while. Felt better when I woke up though, and my partner made me drink a neocitran, even though I’m not sick! It’s just a headache.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hate headaches. They shut me right down. I have a colleague who gets migraines and I have no idea how she gets through each day. The worst part is these lingering low-level ones, where everything is just really annoying to do, but not enough to take off work, or cancel plans. Sunday was definitely a cancel plans day. Today isn’t. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Anyway, no more complaining! The fresh air of the picket line is going to do me good, I’m sure. We’re into week four on the picket line (though others are entering week seven) and it’s a beautiful sunny day. To my knowledge, there is no sign of this letting up anytime soon and some of my colleagues are expecting this to potentially extend into November. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hope not. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Being on strike does make you think about how much you actually like your job though. And, to be honest, while I have a great team and we often do interesting work, I’m kind of enjoying the half days right now. We only picket four hours a day, and that means I have a lot more time for me. It’s part of the reason why I can do these little posts. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the strike finally is resolved, it’s going to be hard to go back to work for a government that put us through this. I think there’s going to be a lot of animosity towards the NDP and towards managers who lied to or mistreated their staff while they were striking. That’s thankfully not a concern of mine though. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day longer, one day stronger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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