OK, this has gone on long enough. All this striking here is really starting to get on my nerves. Never have I seen a people on the whole work so little and expect to be paid more for it. It's mind boggling. Take my latest run-in with Socialism for example:
I got a message saying that the post office received a package for me on Friday while we were gone (thanks mom and dad!) but they were closing and I'd have to pick it up at a later date. Fine, no problem, I can live with that, I was gone anyway. I come back and on my list of things to do, like laundry and such, are to pick up that package. Each day this week I've tried to do just that and each day I've been turned away at the door. Why? They're on strike. So no treats from home for me it seems. I'll give it another shot today, hopefully the strike ends in the next 2-3 hours. Otherwise I may throw a rock through the window and get it myself. I'm kidding... but really.
Update: Alright, the strike has ended and I was able to claim my Easter love from home right before, get this, they closed for the day after a whole hour and a half on the job after the strike. And those staffing the post office clearly wanted no part of being there as they were probably the least helpful/most rude service employees I have encountered in Europe. At least I got what I set out to accomplish. But just on my way back, I run into one of my friends who is visibly distraught. She tells me the Athenian metro workers have just gone on strike and she has to take a taxi to the airport to pick up one of our fellow program participants who went back to America to attend the funeral of her cousin and aunt. Apparently the whole city is reeling from this, too (though the cabbies must be ecstatic). I can only laugh at this point it's so ridiculous.
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