Ball!

We were meant to be on strike on Monday. Nice day off work (well, it's November, so probably a foul day off work) and I'd have still had two days of what passes for a weekend, what with working tomorrow.

And as always, it gets fucked up. We received an email from the Union at about lunchtime saying that the strike has been suspended pending further negotiations. More accurately, they'd received a letter from the Cabinet Office saying that they'd agreed to consider the union's demands.

WHAT THE FUCK, YOU SHOWER OF CUNTS?

They'd agreed to CONSIDER the demands? Well that's just fucking great. And as always happens, the strike is cancelled, they'll 'negotiate', say that there's still no money since the bankers need bailed out, and perhaps offer us an extra 0.1%, still miles below inflation. The union will then claim this as a victory, and we'll all continue to bend over and get shafted.

So I'm in work on Monday. And not at all happy about it.