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We're a nation of workaholics. Quite possibly becoming a world economy of workaholics. But I'll never understand our fascination with working sick.

I have strep throat. Probably from running around Chitown with no hat, but mostly from a secondary infection from the flu. Most of my coworkers understand completely.

But underneath the "Take your time" and "Get well soon" I can surely hear the "Enjoy your day off, freeloader" that is echoing through their minds. And I'm probably projecting fifty percent of the time because I feel just as guilty.

What motivates us to take the risk of infecting others with illnesses that, while sometimes unfelt until late in the game, are clear indicators that something is wrong that can't be cured by "working through it" or a full night's sleep? Why are we so wrapped up in the myth of toughness that when it comes time to recover from surgery we have people ASKING for waivers to sign?

I'm not going to posit a guess like I normally do. I just can't figure this shit out.


Or maybe I'm just a big weenie.

Current Mood: drained
Current Music: ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong

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So I haven't been on in a while.

The Chicago blitz was nothing short of incredible. We started the week off with 75 organizers packed into a Holiday Inn conference center (wood panelling and maroon carpets... I felt like I was at a Shriner's convention.) The mission was to get information out to the homecare workers about AFSCME and let them know that there would be a vote between the unions (if you need more information, check out my previous post). By the end, all total there were 200 people on the doors of Southside Chicago.

Chicago ghettos are crazy fucked up. I got the flu from running around the projects without a hat on. I saw the sights at night and worked all day. CRAZY amounts of gorgeous women work for AFSCME. They now know me as "Reeceman" or "The Mississippi Miracle Man." I think I'll be okay in this job.

I'm now on yet another run through Ohio. First Toledo and now Columbus. I'll be back home on the 14th.

Arthur and Mike: We'll still get an apartment. Just allow me some time on these idiotic blitz runs and soon enough we'll be deciding where to put the jacuzzi.

Sorry to be incognegro for so long.
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Union war over child care
Sitters seek someone to stand up for them

By Stephen Franklin
Tribune staff reporter
Published March 18, 2005


With 3-month-old "Miss Muffin" on one knee and 5-month-old Kayla climbing onto the other, Angenita Tanner was busy with all five of the youngsters under her care.

But way before her workday began Thursday, she was even busier, making telephone calls on behalf of a cause that has taken up much of her time lately--getting child-care workers like herself to vote for a union.

"You need someone to speak up for you," said Tanner, 40, adding that she often barely gets by at the child-care operation that she has run out of her South Side apartment for the last nine years.

With foot soldiers like Tanner, dozens of organizers and heaps of money, two of the nation's largest unions are waging a furious battle over who will represent up to 50,000 child-care workers in Illinois.

It's the state's largest organizing drive in decades, and the contest between the Service Employees International Union (SEIU) and the American Federation of State, County and Municipal Employees (AFSCME) has stirred some of the unkindest words heard within organized labor.

"It is a kind of madness, but I don't think either union can back away," said Robert Bruno, a labor expert with the Chicago Labor Education Program of the University of Illinois.

The ballots went out on Wednesday, and the vote counting will begin April 7. The workers, mostly w0omen, care for about 200,000 children from low- and moderate-income families whose child care is paid for by grants from the state and federal government.

Gov. Rod Blagojevich last month signed an order opening the door for them to bargain with the state through a union even though they are not state employees. That was the first time a governor in the U.S. has taken such a step on behalf of child-care workers, union officials said.

How much a vote in favor of a union would cost the state is not clear, said Gerardo Cardenas, a spokesman for the governor. "They may end up choosing neither union. We need to see how the process works out."

The workers' pay ranges from $9.48 to $22 per child per day, depending on the youngsters' age and the facility's location. But most workers earn the minimum and are limited to caring for only three children.

The union feud erupted earlier this month at a meeting of the nation's labor leaders in Las Vegas held by the AFL-CIO, where the two unions' presidents traded accusations.

SEIU President Andy Stern, who raised the issue, accused AFSCME of trying to steal away 10 years of politicking and organizing in Illinois by his union.

AFSCME President Gerald McEntee replied that his union represents most of the state's workers and also that SEIU couldn't be relied upon to do the best for state employees.

Tempers haven't cooled since.

AFSCME officials "should be ashamed of themselves. This not the way to build our union movement," said Tom Balanoff, president of SEIU's 107,000-member Illinois State Council.

Mike Zucker, AFSCME's director of strategic research, said his union has cooperated with SEIU in other states but is standing its ground in Illinois because "we want to take a principled stance."

He pointed to the contract reached between SEIU and the state two years ago after Blagojevich similarly opened the way for home health-care workers to have a union represent them.

That brought 20,000 new members to SEIU Local 880 and a 34 percent pay increase over four years for the workers. Zucker's gripe is that the agreement signed by the local does not provide for worker's compensation, retirement benefits or health insurance for the workers.

"We thought it was a step backward for state workers," he said.

Balanoff replied that without a union, the workers would not have a chance to seek health care, and SEIU officials pointed out that there are bills in the legislature to provide medical coverage for home-care and child-care workers.

To be sure, health care is top priority for Tanner, who doesn't have any now.

It is also one of the first things she mentions as she urges fellow child-care workers to vote for her union, the SEIU.

She is a shop steward in Local 880, a member almost since she opened her own child-care service. The union began organizing child-care workers nine years ago, collecting dues from whoever was willing to pay, even though it could not negotiate with the state at that time. Union officials were laying the groundwork in hopes of organizing in the future.

To keep children and money coming, her small center, which takes up nearly all of her apartment, is open weekends, holidays and nights.

And though she doesn't like to do it, she is licensed to take care of children until 3 a.m., a situation that sometimes comes up, she said, when a parent can't leave a late-night shift on time.

Her children come from homes where the care is provided by single parents or grandparents. Not everyone always pays, either, which is the case lately for one young mother between jobs who needs a place to leave her youngster when she goes on job interviews.

Some months, Tanner said, she has only $100 left after paying her bills and an assistant, who earns as much as $50 a day.

"But it's a blessing to be able to hold and to shape these kids," she said, before heading off into the other room, plopping down on the floor with all five kids closely gathered around and launching into a rousing song.

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Current Music: az - i'm back

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Shit man...

I got the job.

All I gotta do is get on the payroll.

What a crazy fucking week this is turning into.

Guess I can stop selling my uri-- I mean, lemonade on the corner.

Current Mood: exanimate
Current Music: Beatjunkies feat. Mos Def - Next Universe

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It's really cold out there today.

I went to the gas station today and someone hit me in the parking lot. I get out of the car, waiting to hear someone scream at me for wrinkling their new BMW when I realize it's none other than this kid that used to tutor me in Math. I guess he works for one of those industries that still pays their employees six figures. To try and ease my guilt, I gave him a beer from my bag.

"Nice car."

"Yeah, it was nice."

[awkward silence]

I tried to get him out of his funk since generally accidents like this end up with someone getting punched in the face.

"So, what are you doing now?"

"Law."

"Really? Firm or private practice?"

"Private. Are we allowed to drink out here?"

"Probably not."

[take a swig]

"But you were so good at math, man?"

"Yeah, but I didn't want to crunch numbers. I wanted to do something that I really liked."

"Must pay a grip if you can afford that whip."

"Yeah..."

"Good clients?"

"They pay on time."

"Corporate stuff?"

"Yeah..."

"Fun?"

"... No. But driving the car is."

[both laugh]

"What are you doing? Archaeology?"

"I work with labor unions?"

He then looked at me, handed me back the bottle, said his goodbyes, and left.

Current Mood: numb
Current Music: Talib Kweli - Too Late

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to communicate with anyone today.

So I won't.

Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: Ghostface - Run

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Direct TV ownz me.

The new extended version of Malcolm X rox my boxers.

And I've been given the green light to take the Foreign Service exam. I'll let those who need the info know about whether or not this will affect our plans (you know who you are.)



Definitely on the road, baby.


Oh yeah, and Jesus has six minute abs.

Current Mood: grateful
Current Music: Outkast - Mainstream

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"All I wanted to do was trade this sandwich for a blowjob... Jet Li kissed my dragon, and not in a good way!"

- Mike, in a bad French accent, sounding just like the French guy from Kiss of the Dragon.

Current Mood: mischievous
Current Music: J-Zone - Candy Razors

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"You want a bell..? Okay Rock..."
[makes ringing of a bell motion with gloved hand]
"Ding Ding."
- Apollo Creed


I was buying a Valentine's Day card for my mother and my grandparents today when I met some old ladies buying cards for their respective spouses and children. They asked me if I was buying them for my girlfriend(s) and when I told them I was buying them for my grandma and my mom, they both shrieked and asked me if I was then single. I hadn't said more than "Ye--" then when they both grabbed me by the arm, on my pressure points, and edged me towards their granddaughters. We were introduced and the grandmothers, anxious to let their granddaughters know that I was available, then proceeded to interject: you know, you guys should get together. The granddaughters blushed and laughed, asking for my phone number. I gave them my old business card with my cell and email. They handed me a note after scribbling a few things on it. They departed, whispering to one another. I looked at the note and it read:

"Sorry, but we'd rather not give out our number."

I didn't think anything of it, tossed it in the trash, and went on my way.

This afternoon, they called me, using two separate phones, and asked questions rapid fire.

"Where do you work?"

"How much money do you make?"

I responded by saying that I was curious as to why two people who were uninterested would call me.

"We don't have dates for Valentine's Day."

They asked more questions, most of them unintelligible because they were talking over each other.

I hung up while they were still talking.

They called five or six more times, and I just silenced my phone.

That was about 4 hours ago.

=====

So I'm continuing on my way today, and my mother calls to ask me if I bought cards. I told her yes and she replied "Oh... Why hasn't your friend from the site in TN come in yet?"

I explained that her car broke down on the highway and that she was unable to make it.

She replied: "Ah. Woman's prerogative."

"Certainly"

"Sorry."

"You're really not."

"I am! Not for other guys though.. just for you."

"Why?"

"Because you're a nice guy."

====

As I sign these cards and order my mother's flowers, I'm reminded of Ossie Davis's line in "Do The Right Thing":


Ossie Davis: "Doctor! Doctor! Come here!"

Spike Lee: "Okay, man, but hurry up."

Ossie Davis: "Doctor..."

SL: "What man?"

Ossie Davis: "..."

SL: "WHAT?"

OD: "Mookie... always do the right thing."

SL: "That's it?"

OD: "That's it."

SL: "Okay. Got it. I'm gone."

Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: Maze - Happy Feelins

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We're currently residents of what is commonly referred to as the DC Metro Area, and as such we have three main areas of general concern:

Maryland
Virginia
and my personal favorite, Washington DC.

Now let's just say that through philosophical meandering and some extensive bribery and blackmail, I got a general consensus from OPEC, USAID, and the UN to agree to consider the land that I live on that is owned by my family a sovereign nation.

To take this further, I now arm myself and those who live in the area controlled by my ancestors with M4s and assorted bits of small arms.

I then declare civil war on Washington D.C. and Virginia, specifically targetting what I believe to be a "rebel insurgency" on Capitol Hill and assorted ritzy neighborhoods in Alexandria, Falls Church, Potomac, and Great Falls/Sterling. Through this military campaign, I manage to make a list of targets, all of them congressman and lobbyists.

Taking all of these factors in, how long would I live?

Probably longer than the plants that I had in my college dormroom if I pretend to focus, but no longer than that I imagine.

So, I ask the general viewing audience of LJ, how many years would I get in prison if they managed to capture me without having to kill me (and chances are that although it could happen, I'd bet that they'd have to shoot me...), if I got prison at all?

I'd probably get death, since that is what is required under major felony acts of violence that are committed under the law.

I just watched a film where we not only watched this happen to people in another country, but we also sold some people some shit so that some other people could sell some shit that those people in another country could use to kill their friends, their congressmen, their priests, and everyone's kids.

How long would I live?

How much prison would I get?

If I, say, shot Bush. Tomorrow. And then went on to rape and murder his kids... how long would it take for them to string me up and then probably burn me alive?

Or maybe just killed Dick Cheney. He's old, so the offense would garner a class 1 felony, and he's a high-ranking government employee, so the crime COULD be deemed politically motivated. So I'd get the chamber. Or, they might even bring back the chair just for a sick fuck like me.

Would you wait?

Would you continue to eat your dinner while I did so?

My friends work for the DoD. So maybe, because they work for the "enemy," I smoke them like a pack of Kools. That's, according to record, 50 years if convicted... especially if I show no remorse for doing so and can't prove some kind of insanity.

But we're all busy.... lots of things to do. And I guess some things just can't be helped. I mean, Beltway traffic is murder (haha) this time of day. Lots of bills need to be paid. What's five more minutes going to matter? What's five hours going to matter for me to get to that? In five days, I'll be right where you need me to be.. it's obvious that I'm not going anywhere.

You're right. I'm engineering one of the largest capital genocides in history in your backyard. That takes a lot of work, and planning, and charcoal. I have to dispose of the bodies somehow. Bury them? That'll take all day. You're right though... it would disturb you. Hair smells bad when it burns... especially that processed hair with all that gel and mousse.

You'd call me a freak and a murderer. I'd be under constant supervision if sentenced to life, and I'd ride the "express train" to Gascan Alley if sentenced to death.

My mother would try to talk sense into me. But I'd insist that because I'm a sovereign leader who was merely defending his people and their freedom, I was just. I was fair and righteous in my actions.

But hey... I'll be around, right? You'll live, right?

Will you?

Current Mood: pissed off
Current Music: Korn - Y'all Want A Single

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