I had a dream last night....

I usually don't talk about things like this, because people who talk about dreams are usually bores, but this one was pretty interesting, for a variety of reasons.

I was in Iowa City, visiting the Iowa Memorial Union, where I toiled as a young thing, and which is a place I hardly ever dream of. While I was standing in the lobby, there was a crowd of drunks there (which is par for the course for the IMU, btw) and I saw a Banquet Captain I used to work with (but not at the IMU. I worked with her at the Olympic Hotel if you must know) She was on-duty, and some drunk harassing her, and snapped her bra really hard (I told you this was an interesting dream)

There were all these uniformed security dorks standing around, so I went up to one of them and suggested that he do his job, and he was your typical rent-a-cop, not looking for any trouble, so I asked to talk to the building manager (which was my last job there. It was the first one I ever had where I had to wear a suit!) and he told me that they didn't have those jobs anymore because they were "all lazy people".

That really set me off. We building managers weren't union (Technically, we were graduate assistants or something like that), but that wasn't important at the moment. I read the snide little nocturnal rent-a-twerp the riot act, and told him that if it wasn't for unions he wouldn't get overtime, or have a forty hour work week, or a minimum wage, etc, etc, etc. Real Norma Rae stuff. I did everything but get up on a table with a sign that said "UNION"!

I don't know what happened with the poor misplaced Banquet Captain or the drunks, but I think it probably worked out OK. We're talking about Iowa City, after all.

But as the grandson of an IBEW worker, the son of a former CWA worker (who marched in the massive 1947 AT&T strike) and the significant other of a member of the TCU, I think I did my people proud.