I went on strike today for the first time in many years. It's quite difficult to take strike action if you are fairly senior but after my dreadful experience in my last job I took the decision that I would definitely join the union so that's what I've done. I didn't picket or go on any of the marches but I didn't go to work and I only glanced at my emails once. I didn't rearrange any meetings or try to find anyone to cover for me in my absence. I quite enjoyed that actually.
This morning I sorted out some paper work including getting a new household insurance policy which is 20% cheaper than the one I had before. This almost makes up for the loss of a day's pay so a result. I also talked to John Lewis about my lack of vouchers for free tea and cake. JL has a loyalty scheme which I joined solely on the promise of free cake. A very helpful young man is looking into it for me. More and more when I speak to people in call centres I find myself behaving like a confused, elderly person. I found the accent of the insurance person hard to understand and I'm sure that she thought I was at least 20 years older than I am.
In the afternoon I went shopping. I failed to buy curtains or anything else for that matter. While I was in Uniqlo a woman came up to me and said she really liked my hair. I knew immediately that what she meant was she loved the fact that I no longer dye my hair and have, ahem, ash blond locks. She told me her hair was the same colour as mine but she didn't know how to let it grow out. She wanted to know how I'd done it. It was an interesting little encounter and I felt quite cheered by it. It is amazing how transgressive it is to let your hair go grey.
Back to work tomorrow for one day and then it's the weekend.
(I don't want to tempt fate but I think my cold is getting better.)