It’s on like Donkey Kong, kids. Writers announce tomorrow when they’re officially going to start picketing. In all likelihood I’m going to have to cross my first picket line on Monday, something I’m not at all happy about.
But I need this job and especially the health insurance it provides, so I’ll drive past my picketing friends on Monday, go into the office, and try to figure out what the hell to do from there.
And I hope to hell they’ll understand.