Sunday 28 November 2010

Until tomorrow, the dole queue is my home.

Well, it turns out that my job and the job of several dozen others where I work is likely to be relocated early next year. No shock in this economic climate you might think- and you'd be almost right. The proposed move makes no economic sense, and is an insult to the people who've worked hard to pull the company out of the gutter by its eyelids, but that isn't the surprising part.

The surprise comes from the sheer number of people who have risen up from the shop floor to push back against this decision. They aren't going quietly; they've dug out obscure contract clauses, challenged the financial wisdom of relocating and pointed out some potentially embarrassing legal obstacles. Some wonderful, shadowy bugger even manged to tip off the local media.I don't think they've finished yet either.

I salute their efforts to keep this job alive; a job that has repeatedly handed them dog turds and demanded they be made into gold nuggets, time after time after time.