Call me Amelia

Remember that lovable housekeeper from children’s books who just couldn’t do anything properly without having it explained to her in detail?

I am the Amelia Bedelia of labor unions.

This morning, my boss called and asked me to cover a meeting on health care. Before the meeting, there would be a caucus, and she wanted me to sit in on it.

I walked over to the other side of our building, where the union hall is, and saw on the teleprompter-like screen which room the health care committee was meeting. I walked in, and the people in there looked at me like I was crazy. They told me to come back when the whole group met for the actual meeting rather than the caucus. I was confused, since I was asked to sit in on the caucus. So, I asked someone in my department.

"You went over to where management is meeting," she told me. "OUR side is meeting over here."

I can’t tell if this is a very boring story or not, because this is now what my life revolves around, but in short, I can’t do anything right around here. Woot.

On the plus side, my boss flipped for my video when she watched it yesterday. I now have permission to post it on YouTube.