weird week

Things are so weird right now.

I reclaimed my house a few days ago, making me feel both slightly guilty and extremely relieved. My sister found a place downtown, so moved out on Thursday after much prodding. Hopefully she transitions OK and figures stuff out soon. It's hard being stuck in the middle of family situations, especially when I can't do anything about it.

The stress of the last few weeks must have weakened my immune system, or else I never fully recovered from the cold I had at the end of last month, because a stupid chest cold knocked me out early in the week. It's at the raspy voice stage now, normally the best time to talk to me on the phone. During past colds, it had been suggested to me that I could make a lucrative career as some sort of phone or radio talking person. I'll leave it at that.

This morning I got a call from the friend (and co-worker) I was out with last evening, informing me he was just in a car accident and wouldn't be in to work. He's OK, but it's unnerving to be the first person someone in a car accident calls. He's got a concussion and slight whiplash, but will be in to work tomorrow. I'm freaked out that it happened.

Tonight after work my union took a strike vote. Our employer has not been bargaining in good faith so, to get talks started, we have to get a positive strike vote before we can go into mediation. It's so fucked up that we have to do this to get our employer to acknowledge our concerns, but the GVRD has been fucking around with all public employees' contract negotiations. Most of the the Lower Mainland CUPE locals have positive strike votes, so, if some of the negotiations don't start getting settled, entire cities will literally start shutting down. In Vancouver the locals have unbelievably high turnouts/percentages for their strike votes. It reminds me of grade/high school: every second year, my district was either on strike or locked out for part of the school year.

Oops, Chinese food is distracting me.