Monday, August 15, 2005
I peddled past the CBC Radio building as management/security types hurriedly secured the buidling, literally locking people out. I glanced at the large clock on the side of the building, a little after midnight eastern time, shortly after the deadline the imposed 72 hours before. I tried to convince myself that maybe it was just for the night, a routine security check. I knew was being naive, but sometimes you need to lie to yourself about such things.
I made my way up Summer St to the television building and a parking lot full of empty CBC vans, the only vehicle showing any life was a sedan with two men, shirt sleeves and ties, in the front seat. I knew what they were there for, I didn't need to ask and I didn't need to watch.
I hummed Crimpshrine songs as I put my head down and made tracks for home. I took my time, alternating between riding and walking my bike. I knew exactly what the headlines would say when I checked the internet...
'CBC locks out 5,500 workers after contract not reached by deadline'
I made my way up Summer St to the television building and a parking lot full of empty CBC vans, the only vehicle showing any life was a sedan with two men, shirt sleeves and ties, in the front seat. I knew what they were there for, I didn't need to ask and I didn't need to watch.
I hummed Crimpshrine songs as I put my head down and made tracks for home. I took my time, alternating between riding and walking my bike. I knew exactly what the headlines would say when I checked the internet...
'CBC locks out 5,500 workers after contract not reached by deadline'
Left outside again
On the outside looking at the world
Wondering "Where do I fit in?"
Where do I fit in?
Not in somebody else's ideas
Of how I should live
Not when I've got so much more to give.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 1:36 AM 
