ett fackligt möte.. goes wrong!!
Yesterday, after a hard day of work at the cave of Boxman, we* had decided to go to a UNION MEETING! (shock, horror) We figured it was the right thing to do, as new members. Beforehand though, we walked down to Medborgarplatsen, took it easy, and watched the start of a skateboarding competition at the skatepark, which was quite fun.
...that's when shit went sideways.
We went to the Union meeting, SAC (Sveriges Arbetares Centralorganisation--Swedens Workers Centralorganisation, aka the Syndikalisterna/The Syndicalists). It was an overly-long meeting where complex and utterly meaningless Swedish was used, therefore wasting time that could have otherwise been spent on watching skateboarding. I have to admit that the decision to go there was not mine and I shall never be tricked into going to a union meeting again--a valuable lesson.
And today I overslept. Yippee.
My roommate is a weirdo, too.
*We being myself, Daniel, and Jennifer, however the names aren't pronounced like they are in English; just to fuck with your head, I suppose.
...that's when shit went sideways.
We went to the Union meeting, SAC (Sveriges Arbetares Centralorganisation--Swedens Workers Centralorganisation, aka the Syndikalisterna/The Syndicalists). It was an overly-long meeting where complex and utterly meaningless Swedish was used, therefore wasting time that could have otherwise been spent on watching skateboarding. I have to admit that the decision to go there was not mine and I shall never be tricked into going to a union meeting again--a valuable lesson.
And today I overslept. Yippee.
My roommate is a weirdo, too.
*We being myself, Daniel, and Jennifer, however the names aren't pronounced like they are in English; just to fuck with your head, I suppose.