Union thugs!

February 11th, 2016

No, really.

I was visited by the Union Fairy this morning.

I was going about my business, setting things up so that I can work a truly irrational amount of overtime next week, and walked away from my bench for a few moments. You know, like thirty seconds, tops. When I came back to my desk, I was greeted with this. Apparently, I was due a new union card, and one of our union representatives must have dropped it off.

The only problem with that is that we work in the far corner of our building, and there's no way anyone can approach us without our knowing it. There's just one hallway that leads to us isn't choked with clutter and refuse, so anybody coming our way would either be seen or heard, whether coming or going. And this morning, we didn't see or hear anyone around at all. At all

On top of that, none of the union guys would've been around. As it happens, probably in some effort to screw with our heads, all the union reps are currently assigned to the night shift. Which means there isn't really any union representation going on during the day. So there wouldn't have even been any of them around to ninja us our new cards, because they would've all been gone by this point.

And likely drunk, as is the norm.

So I guess since our reps were gone for the day, and nobody had been around our cell, logic dictates that I was visited by a union fairy. Drifting through the ostensibly solid walls on wispy wings, sprinkling union dust all about in order to manifest my new card, and performing other works that can only be attributed to magic. Or something. I don't know, I can't explain it, hence my babbling here.

As I've stated, once some silly mystery lodges itself in my head, I just. Can't. Get. It. Out.

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