This is the t-shirt design I"m hoping will be accepted by the union to support of our recruitment campaign. Other people's responses have made me think my original design is probably too blunt, and that people would find it rude. It also expresses my kick arse attitude to apathy that probably needs to be checked.
So this more polite design will be sent to the union rep today and I hope for t-shirts by the end of the week!!
And I need to thank my buddy Sean for helping with the design, loving the 'hand of Sean' font, it's just right.
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Wednesday, 22 July 2015
book packing: shut up or join the union
book packing: shut up or join the union: This is my message to all the people that moan about not getting shifts, I don't know why people make less fuss about the low wages, ...
Tuesday, 21 July 2015
shut up or join the union
This is my message to all the people that moan about not getting shifts,
I don't know why people make less fuss about the low wages,
it seems they are willing to do the daily grind
and get angry about being denied the opportunity
(but guys, we need a living wage )
I was cancelled yesterday.
I designed a t-shirt to follow up on something I'd said to a fellow worker the other day;
"SHUT UP or JOIN THE UNION",
it was a red t-shirt with white writing, the delicious font was called yellow jacket,
anyway I got to the checkout and the price was £17 + £4.99 postage,
ooh, that would be about 4 hours' work,
er, I think I need another plan;
well I found a permanent marker and a plain top,
but I couldn't quite replicate the super-cool font,
anyway there it is ... and I'll wear it today, perhaps!
I don't know why people make less fuss about the low wages,
it seems they are willing to do the daily grind
and get angry about being denied the opportunity
(but guys, we need a living wage )
I was cancelled yesterday.
I designed a t-shirt to follow up on something I'd said to a fellow worker the other day;
"SHUT UP or JOIN THE UNION",
it was a red t-shirt with white writing, the delicious font was called yellow jacket,
anyway I got to the checkout and the price was £17 + £4.99 postage,
ooh, that would be about 4 hours' work,
er, I think I need another plan;
well I found a permanent marker and a plain top,
but I couldn't quite replicate the super-cool font,
anyway there it is ... and I'll wear it today, perhaps!
Saturday, 11 July 2015
flexibility
No more holiday in June we were told (but come and see me if there are problems with that), a couple of new titles are going to be released 'Grey by E L James the sequel to the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy by the same author and Harper Lee's new release Go Set a Watchman, so predictions are that the warehouse will be busy and in need of operatives.
But we are labour on 1 day a week contracts, the agency ensures we have one 7 and half hour shift/week, we get cancelled regularly on the morning of a day we've signed up to do a shift and are very often given inadequate shift and even if we are given a full week, the full time wage pack would be less than a living wage, so when I'm told I can't make my self unavailable for a shift it makes me mad, they are flexible but we are not supposed to be flexible
But I keep myself flexible, I do yoga, keeps my body supple and working for me, if I don't have time to do a full session at home (often I'm too tired), I'll use the bookshelves to stretch out after the bike ride and the constant bending and carrying books, I look after my body and keep it flexible, they are trying to put me in a straight jacket, no they won't they can't, if my body stops working, I can't work and that scares me - actually I had a kind of anxiety dream last night, big red swellings occurred in my body, the first was on my forearm then on my belly, another on my chest, huge red blobs that moved around under my skin, 'am I having a heart attack?I asked my sister, there were people around me, I wasn't alone, but I was scared, they made me lie down and I had a seizure I thrashed around (I wonder if I thrashed around in my bed in reality) when it stopped the swellings and what ever my body was going through then I asked what had happened, they said I'd had a seizure, then I noticed my mouth was full of thick white gunk that I had to expel it was vile, my mouth kept on filling up with gunk that I had to get rid of, when it stopped, I noticed half of my teeth were missing ...
So clearly I have anxiety about my body, it needs to work so that I can go to work, and I must be flexible myself, Flexibility will be on my terms, not just to serve as flexible labour.
But we are labour on 1 day a week contracts, the agency ensures we have one 7 and half hour shift/week, we get cancelled regularly on the morning of a day we've signed up to do a shift and are very often given inadequate shift and even if we are given a full week, the full time wage pack would be less than a living wage, so when I'm told I can't make my self unavailable for a shift it makes me mad, they are flexible but we are not supposed to be flexible
But I keep myself flexible, I do yoga, keeps my body supple and working for me, if I don't have time to do a full session at home (often I'm too tired), I'll use the bookshelves to stretch out after the bike ride and the constant bending and carrying books, I look after my body and keep it flexible, they are trying to put me in a straight jacket, no they won't they can't, if my body stops working, I can't work and that scares me - actually I had a kind of anxiety dream last night, big red swellings occurred in my body, the first was on my forearm then on my belly, another on my chest, huge red blobs that moved around under my skin, 'am I having a heart attack?I asked my sister, there were people around me, I wasn't alone, but I was scared, they made me lie down and I had a seizure I thrashed around (I wonder if I thrashed around in my bed in reality) when it stopped the swellings and what ever my body was going through then I asked what had happened, they said I'd had a seizure, then I noticed my mouth was full of thick white gunk that I had to expel it was vile, my mouth kept on filling up with gunk that I had to get rid of, when it stopped, I noticed half of my teeth were missing ...
So clearly I have anxiety about my body, it needs to work so that I can go to work, and I must be flexible myself, Flexibility will be on my terms, not just to serve as flexible labour.
Friday, 10 July 2015
I think I'm an old feminist bitch
BEWARE LECH...
I was really satisfied with what I'd decided to write on a sticker to label the lech. I wanted to say "Don't mess with the women, useless wanker", 'I'm watching you, so beware, you revolting idiot"; I thought all this was expressed perfectly in the BEWARE LECH... sticker that I posted on the back of his high viz. He'd pinched her bottom as he walked passed, she's a pretty blonde Polish woman. It was disturbing, very disturbing and I'm quite sure they're not lovers.
"Aren't you annoyed by that?" I asked her after we'd exchanged looks of disgust, "you could report that?", "oh no, it's OK" she said. But it wasn't OK with me, so he got it. I finally reacted to all the wrath that had built up over the years, all the times I'd allowed myself to be flattered by leery male attention, me and all the women on the planet who let their self worth be judged by male attention. So lech in the warehouse got it from me, I imagined him castrated there and then by the machinery of the line that carries the books around the warehouse - that his penis would get trapped and ripped off his body - he and all lecherous dick heads, they deserve it, it would be the beginning of the real sexual revolution, where men and women in all the imaginable variations of these stereotypes would just respect each other on equal terms ...
I'm angry at how women are objectified in this society, and mostly I'm angry about how women are so complicit, it's wrong, this is a sickness in society, there needs to be a clean up. I watched a brilliant vampire/superhero film recently called A Girl Walks Home Alone in the Night in which
a young woman wanders the streets of bad city and cleans up the place, eradicates bad men, she kills them by sucking the life blood and leaving them dead, to me the film fits in to the superhero genre, great film, I loved it, some reviews regarded it as comic but in my opinion that's shallow and probably written by a dickhead, I found the film deeply satisfying. But of course it's only fiction.
Feminist writers are saying we are currently in the fourth or fifth wave of feminism, they can't seem to define these waves, they blur into one another, the point is that feminism gains momentum and then crashes, over and over again, without any real impact. What society needs is a feminist tsunami. We need a catastrophic shake-up that will override this deeply entrenched misogyny once and for all and create level a playing field , where there is real gender equality; putting a sticker on someone's high viz in the warehouse isn't going to have much impact on the master plan, but I reacted, and women, all of you, please let's try, allow yourselves to envision a society that values female productivity as well as its form.
NB This post has certainly been inspired by a book I've read recently, it was one of those books that as soon as I'd reached the last page I went back to the beginning and read it all over again, just to make sure I got it OUTDATED why dating is ruining you love life by Samhita Mukhopadhyay ISBN 9781580053327.
I was really satisfied with what I'd decided to write on a sticker to label the lech. I wanted to say "Don't mess with the women, useless wanker", 'I'm watching you, so beware, you revolting idiot"; I thought all this was expressed perfectly in the BEWARE LECH... sticker that I posted on the back of his high viz. He'd pinched her bottom as he walked passed, she's a pretty blonde Polish woman. It was disturbing, very disturbing and I'm quite sure they're not lovers.
"Aren't you annoyed by that?" I asked her after we'd exchanged looks of disgust, "you could report that?", "oh no, it's OK" she said. But it wasn't OK with me, so he got it. I finally reacted to all the wrath that had built up over the years, all the times I'd allowed myself to be flattered by leery male attention, me and all the women on the planet who let their self worth be judged by male attention. So lech in the warehouse got it from me, I imagined him castrated there and then by the machinery of the line that carries the books around the warehouse - that his penis would get trapped and ripped off his body - he and all lecherous dick heads, they deserve it, it would be the beginning of the real sexual revolution, where men and women in all the imaginable variations of these stereotypes would just respect each other on equal terms ...
I'm angry at how women are objectified in this society, and mostly I'm angry about how women are so complicit, it's wrong, this is a sickness in society, there needs to be a clean up. I watched a brilliant vampire/superhero film recently called A Girl Walks Home Alone in the Night in which
a young woman wanders the streets of bad city and cleans up the place, eradicates bad men, she kills them by sucking the life blood and leaving them dead, to me the film fits in to the superhero genre, great film, I loved it, some reviews regarded it as comic but in my opinion that's shallow and probably written by a dickhead, I found the film deeply satisfying. But of course it's only fiction.
Feminist writers are saying we are currently in the fourth or fifth wave of feminism, they can't seem to define these waves, they blur into one another, the point is that feminism gains momentum and then crashes, over and over again, without any real impact. What society needs is a feminist tsunami. We need a catastrophic shake-up that will override this deeply entrenched misogyny once and for all and create level a playing field , where there is real gender equality; putting a sticker on someone's high viz in the warehouse isn't going to have much impact on the master plan, but I reacted, and women, all of you, please let's try, allow yourselves to envision a society that values female productivity as well as its form.
NB This post has certainly been inspired by a book I've read recently, it was one of those books that as soon as I'd reached the last page I went back to the beginning and read it all over again, just to make sure I got it OUTDATED why dating is ruining you love life by Samhita Mukhopadhyay ISBN 9781580053327.
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