Re: Another Reason I Hate Unions
I grew up in a union house. My Pop started working for $2.35 an hour in Nor-Cal in 1971. That was a jump up from the $1.65 he was getting in LA. Them sky scrapers in LA, and San Francisco and Oakland, he worked to lay out, frame, and lath many of them. As I grew up, I saw what his pay went from and what it provided us for his hard skilled labor. A two room apartment(partially the fault of custody battle lawyers) to a three bedroom home in a nice subdivision, well used of course. His rise from worker to Business Agent was at the request of a dieing Business Manager to cover down. When it was brought before the membership for voting that he take the position after the former mangers death, it was unanimous. He worked hard and also long hours, many nights after hours since guys couldn't call until they got home.
He also went into the Nor-Cal Apprenticeship Schools for the trades at the same time, so he taught the skill sets once a month to the union apprentices. He then worked to merger the smaller Drywall Lather's unions of the North Bay into one large union that held more pull with bigger jobs. From there he rose to the top of his union not through bullying anyone, bu through working hard to make small step improvements to pay, school quality and training, Overtime and Holiday Pay, Health care, and work place safety. Not one motion was ever made in secrecey or for self benefit. He was elected each and every time if not unanamously, at least by a over 90% margin with one or two casting no votes.
His work to make a better life for the common man was recognized when the Oakland Labor Center(over near Tactical Interventions Specialties) was named after him, and the Labor Union man he worked with to get where they were.
From the 70's to the 90's the working skilled Lather was able to make more money in a week than a sloppy shirt and tie wearing office boy in San Francisco's Financial District. I know this because I was a 75% Apprentice welding frame work for the Mosconi Center. Took one of those smart ass mofof's paycheck too when he got cocky and said htey made mroe than us. My one week check was more than his two week check. I busted my ass for each and every dollar not because I liked working hard, but because I worked harder than anyone else on that job because the standard I was under was tougher."Hey that's Rich's boy, he was a Marine, bet he knows how to do a lot" yeah, a whole lot that I learned from my Pop but had to do better than everyone else because I was his boy. When DesertStorm hit, work went South. I spent the better part of two years on the out of work list before I said screw it GI Billed my ass back to school.
The union wasn't a bad thing then, at least not for me, Panty 6 and Riki. We ate decent, had a little two bedroom house we rented, car ran good, and we actually could save about $50 a month(which usually went the way of me or the kid getting afu playing hard when something broke or got sprained) but life wasn't bad. Union worked right, at least in our little part of the world. You shoulda seen when the Carpenter's Union, UBC came to town to 'merge' the Nor-Cal Lathers Local 68L. Took them guys four years to get it done because of one tenatious Old School Lather Union President. My Pop told them to go pound sand three of those years because their offer was less than what we had. Not until they could match our contract would they take control of Lather's 68L, the membership of 168L, 268L, 109L, and many others from the Oregon Border to San Jose, all under one roof, on the same sheet of music Nor-Cal wide.
Some unions are fine, some are bad, but our house was always union....until he hired those wetback sumbitches to clean his yard out, and you bet your ass I give him shit on that every other time I talk to him pn the phone.
I get the frustration Mike sees. It is that kind of stupid shit that gives the union trust over to the company because the membership will not risk losing a check, or a job to walk hte line. With great risk comes reward, with no risk, all is lost