This morning from 8 to 10 am I stood in a picket "line" with a few co-workers in front of my place of work. Today was a cloudy, rainy day and after two hours of standing still, we were all feeling a bit chilly. There just wasn't much to do for two hours. We didn't demand to see ID or anything from the few unorganized or exempted who did pass to go to work. We chitchatted about this and that and the strike, and one unorganized cafeteria employee brought us coffee, the sweet girl.
So we stood outside the locked, main entrance (locked because the entire reception staff was also on strike) and were essentially ignored. I talked the whole time, so I enjoyed myself (ha!).
The pictures show (above) my boss (at right) and some others getting vests and leaflets, and (below) four of us all suited up, ready to bombard the public with leaflets (yeah, right. What public?). I'm the creature on the left wearing what looks like a misguided Goth outfit (actually my black lacquer raincoat) thanks to the vest. See my nice red rainboots?