Tonight, I went to a gathering organised by the Dutch Labourers Union (FNV) about the financial crisis and what it's doing to to our pension plans.
Worst way to spend your evening. Ever.
A bunch of old (and not-so-old) farts pissing and moaning about how our government is screwing us over (part of which is true, unfortunately) and how bad it can get if this crisis maintains its downward spiral for another ten years or so.
On my question about what FNV is going to do and whether we as member can help or not was left kind of vague, for it would be answered after the short film they prepared.
I didn't await the film nor the answer; I was feeling pretty fucked already due to traffic jams and Sunday drivers, so I just went back to my car and booked out of there.
Tried to play a board game over at JR's, but
Bloom doesn't really cut it for me, so I decided to split right after the game was over.
Some days are better than others, and today's just not my day, I guess.
K.