Dear Irony: I GET it.

I've spent...let's see...26 of the last 48 hours editing a collection of papers by one of the foremost founders of the American labor movement, so I can get this manuscript to the authors before they freak AGAIN. I was reading, until 11:30 last night, speech after speech, letter after letter demanding the eight-hour workday and fair wages. It's mildly insulting. But also really cool reading. Even in 1918 they were worried about the wage gap for women, and some fields becoming pink-ghetto fields, and the abuse of workers, AND the responsibilities of workers to provide honest work for honest pay.

Best very specific union I never heard of: The Straw Hat Trimmers Union. (Later the United Felt, Straw, Panama, and Velvet Hat Trimmers' and Operators' Union)

Best, or possibly worst, job I've never heard of: Screwman.


Screwman sounds like somebody's screenname.

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Here's something unrelated: I want a car with a battering ram on the front and a tack shooter on the back, and an extendible magnet to pick up the extra tacks, and a badass stereo. I drew a diagram during the staff meeting today. It'll be sweet!

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SPECIAL TO S-DOUBLE-L: Log in, type words, publish post. Voila! DO IT! DO IT!

Okay. Back to the unions.