The labor action had been threatened for weeks, and the deadline for a walkout by members of the International Brotherhood of the Unrecognized and Marginalized had arrived. Thankfully membership in the local chapter of I-Bum numbered in the low to mid-single digits. But a walkout is a walkout and this one was being taken seriously by Roz and upper management.
Wilson was as relaxed as I had ever seen him after his big decision to join The Great Resignation. He had enjoyed Thanksgiving, and of course Black Friday, which despite its diminished status was still close to a major holiday for the man.
“Maybe there’s something I’m missing,” I said, as we finished lunch. “You don’t have a job, correct?”
“Correct,” he said.
“And you haven’t told me otherwise, but you don’t seem to have anything lined up at the moment.”