… To Unions.
A guy from SEIU came to the door this evening claiming to be from the hospital. Sarah woke me up from a nap, and I went to see who it was. A soon as I answered he announced where he was from. I cut him of right there and said that I was not interested in joining a union, and closed the door on him mid sentence. I guess he made the rounds today, because he visited a friend of mine after leaving here. She got his card, but basically told him the same thing.
Sad union organizer walling back to his car (Eric Salminen)
My question is: where did he get my address? It’s not like it’s hidden or anything, but I didn’t give it to him. It’s not public at work. So how did he get it?
Which brings me to what I’m really posting about. The lab is a meritocracy. Without merit, we have nothing. I hear and see how others in unions perform their jobs, doing the bare minimum to get by. And why not? If your job security and wages are not based on what you do, who cares if you don’t go out of your way. Your boss won’t look at you for a promotion, you won’t get any bonuses, so why try harder?
I have made it clear in past posts that I’m Republican. As a Republican, I don’t believe in unions, not that they necessarily go hand in hand. I think they had their place in history and have their place in developing countries, but not in a professional setting.
Would I feel that the union were totally bad if Minnesota were a “right to work” state? Probably not. Unfortunately, since it’s not, if a union were voted into the lab, I would have no choice but to become a member. Unwillingly, of course.
I’m not willing to give up my rights as a solitary employee to become a small part of some communist collective I had no real choice in joining
So I guess what I’m trying to say here is: SEIU — LEAVE ME AND MY WORK ALONE!
Now back to your regularly scheduled pictures of Abby.
Abby under the Christmas tree






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