Yesterday was my turning point. I went out for a smoke break, walked back into my noisy factory job (we are a skeleton crew right now) and said to my boss:
“We shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m leaving. I’m protesting.”
He was like “Hell yeah! I’m so proud of you!! I’m so mad that we’re still here!”
I walked out and blasted punk music. It was awesome. Meanwhile he’s still working tomorrow.
This morning I had to do some legal corporate stuff with one of the few managers left to make their job a bit easier, which wasn’t very punk rock.
Illinois and my town are on the brink of a shutdown, and people are still in denial. I’ve unplugged all outlets except when in use (I’m on my phone at the moment). I ate my one sandwich today, and I’ve got a bit of money.
More updates after the weekend.