At 12:01 a.m. tonight there's a pretty good chance that the staff at Animal Services will go on strike. Honestly, I know nothing about unions. I've always been "the man", so unions and strikes are a foreign thing to me. As I type this blog post at 4:45 pm, the shelter has been closed for 15 minutes. The staff were told to hand in their keys and expect the strike.
I don't know why they're striking, but what I do know is that the only person NOT union is the Animal Services Manager. Is she supposed to clean and feed all the animals by herself? Animal Services is not set up for volunteers, so I can't help.
Yes, I'm worried for the animals at the shelter. God only knows when they'll be fed or cleaned. I hope they're striking for a good eff'ing reason, because the animals need the staff to be on the job.
I've been warned about the picket lines. "Beth, will you cross the picket lines to do rescue?"
"Holy crap...what does THAT mean? I...I...guess so! What will happen if I do?"
I guess things can get ugly when you cross a picket line. I've watched enough movies. Of course, I'll cross the picket line to do rescue. I'll put a sign on my chest that says, "Rescue" and God help the people that keep me from going in to the shelter to save the cats. I don't mean to make myself sound so cavalier, but I don't screw around when it comes to the cats that need to get out of there.
So what's going to happen? I don't know. This post may be a mute point and the strike won't happen.
I rescued 4 cats today - one being a very handsome orange man named "Eldrick":
Let's hope for the best and the staff can show up to work tomorrow. The animals need them there.