My union story:
I worked non-union construction jobs for the first part of my construction career. Finally, at the urging of a friend who was a union carpenter, I secured a job with one of a small handful of signatory contractors doing very high end work in Marin County, California. I worked for him for a total of a year and a half.
I came to the union as a journeyman (a lot of us did as the carpenter’s union was trying to attract more members) and was not required to go through all the apprentice training that other co-workers did. This created friction between us even though a lot of us were much more skilled than our peers. That fact probably added fuel to the fire. Worse, the union members who HAD done the entire apprenticeship program were the least motivated individuals I have ever worked with. After a year and a half working on all phases of the rebuilding of the Blanding Mansion on Belvedere Island, including concrete form work, framing and finish carpentry, we were finishing out the kitchen when we took delivery of an extremely large kitchen cabinet. I and several others were instructed by the foreman to carry it down the hill and into the kitchen via the back deck. This was the end of my career with the union.
Short story long, we could have used any means possible to get this cabinet down the hill and into the house safely. Instead, the foreman chose to assign too few of us and “cowboy” it into the house, as if we were working on some budget tract home. By the time we were done, my back had a vertebral injury that was the end of my union stint. I was put on light duty, and then mustered out of the company pending evaluation and treatment of my injury which took another year and more. I was told after some weeks that there was no more work for me, a bold-faced lie. I lost almost a year’s work, was in chronic pain for years afterward, and was awarded the grand total of $25,000.00. In and amongst the trials and tribulations that ensued the owner’s wife lied about my job duties to make it seem as if I was not capable of heavier duty work before I came to their company in a bid to lower the award amount I received. Examinations by their physician and mine coincided with the same conclusions proving the injury was very real and problematic to my pursuing a construction career. The final award was a pittance compared to lost wages and heartache and aggravation.
Soon after I was laid off, and while my back was still injured, I was forced to fall back on my contractor’s license and start my own business so I could eat and not lose the home we had purchased a few years before.
I don’t regret starting my own business and am damned glad that I did. The experience is invaluable.
But the last thing I EVER need, is to be lectured by the likes of “John”, or see my hard-earned tax dollars go to supporting a bunch of lazy bastards the likes of which I have worked with.
Fuck a bunch of unions. Assholes.

It’s big news, the Verizon version of the iPhone. Even though the iPhone4 on Verizon is 3G, people can’t wait for the apps. Pre-sales aside [they sold out in 2 hours], it hits stores tomorrow.























February 20, 2011
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