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Boeing Strike

We've been on strike against Boeing for three weeks now. I say 'we' because you know that whole we-become-one thing when we got married? Which means that what happens to him, happens to me, yada yada yada. Of course when he eats only I gain weight, but that's another blog post.

Yesterday we got paid for being on strike. A whopping $150 check. We'll be drawing that fabulous sum (don't be hating me for the riches) each week we're on strike against Boeing. Cuz, you know, $150 will surely cover everything here at Rancho Troeppl.

It's ridiculous. The two sides aren't even talking to each other. At the end of the week we lose our health insurance. Gone. Zip.

I don't know about you, but I've got four kids who like to eat and tend to grow after eating. This requires new clothing to be purchased. I also have people I owe money to. None of them are likely to come calling in the middle of the night with baseball bats to break my legs if I don't pay up, but they have other ways to make me hurt and bleed.

So Boeing? Talk to the union members. IAM 751? Talk to the Boeing negotiators. Enough already. Work it out.

Because I'm the mom and I said so. Do it. Do it now. Are you listening Boeing?

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