The strike at my newspaper, that is.
After 16 days of grief, stress, frustration, anger, angst, anxiety, walking a picket line for 20 kms per day, I'm back at work on Wednesday.
I compare these past two weeks roughly with the rollercoaster that the stock market has been, basically a free-fall of folly and f*ck-ups, and a feeling of how can this be happening.
Like someone had pulled a big chunk out of me and wouldn't give it back.
But after our company finally pulled all its concession demands off the table, we ended up with mildly improved wages and benefits in what is a very profitable market for our owner.
All I can say is: