How To Get Union Busted

Not long after I wrote a brief piece on how great my 30s would be, I got union busted. I tried to advocate for my coworkers, start a union, and got laid off. I have immaculately terrible timing when it comes to these kinds of things. I remember distinctly in Dec of 2019 when I was writing resolutions with friends that I had a hunch that 2020 would be an excellent year, and we know how that went.

Now recently I've found myself in a similar place to where I was a year ago, unemployed, albeit a tad wiser and with more friends than before. A pyrrhic victory. And although I should be wallowing more or processing or picking up an eccentric hobby or whatever people usually do when they’re laid off, I’ve spent some time reflecting on the past six months (a short tenure, right?) and would like to share a bit on how it went down and what I've learned.

Seeds of Discontent

I’ll admit, when I first got hired I always contemplated the possibility of starting a union, but it wasn’t my intention to star…