I was waking up this morning, planning my day as one does, when I remembered the kids were home today due to a teacher walkout. “Huh,” I thought to myself “I’m curious what it would be like to go on strike.” Having been vehemently anti-union most of my life, to the point of arguing with my manager at Fred Meyer when I was 17, I had – and still have, really – zero practical experience of what going on strike is actually like. So, me being me, and continuing on with my promise to myself to try everything possible this year, I made the only logical choice: “I will go on strike today!”
After I realized what I had said, I became a little concerned and followed that up quickly with “For a couple of hours at least.”
It was actually quite nice lying in bed, aimlessly browsing the web, reading through non-work related emails – there weren’t many, I’m not a prolific communicator outside of business – and generally doing a great deal of nothing. Once 10AM rolled around, I decided I’d been on strike long enough; it was now time to reflect on what I’d gained from this experiment.
After ten minutes furiously thinking, the answer was twofold really. A new found acknowledgement of how much I truly enjoy working, combined with the sting of realizing I’d lost two billable hours I’ll have to make up somewhere down the road. I’m curious how many teachers are realizing the former at the moment.
Regardless, I do support the goals of the walkout, as they are ultimately very good ones. Having performed hundreds of interviews over the past 10 years, with many of the candidates being recent high school graduates, I am firm in my belief that if we don’t increase funding to education across the board in this country, we may as well just lay down our swords, wave the white flag and announce boldly to the world “We give up! Would you like to purchase a nice national park?”