Missoula Area Central Labor Council

Last night I joined a meeting for the Missoula Area Central Labor Council. After hearing a great conversation about federal lands and a new bill up for vote, I was able to share the vision for workers' rights - across the globe. While it was a short blip, it was well received. Thank you MACLC for the generous donation of $100!

This project has begun to take a face I hardly recognize. Mostly because I have had inadequate time to prepare for such a daunting task, and partly because I have not thought about the full ramifications of entering work that is actually WORTH spending one's life upon.

Finals ended with flaming glory - literally. While I was editing my final paper (out of 3) my power cord produced a flame. A FLAME. The girl behind me smelled the smoke - inquired rather abruptly as to what the smell was - and proceeded to do what she needed to do for her finals. I think because my life is much compartmentalized as of late, I casually got up from the table, proceeded to the bookstore, and asked if they had an extra cord.

They didn't.

That's when I freaked - a Jen Gursky freak that is. Professor Grey must have had a doozy listening to a frantic Jen talking about a late paper, a receipt from Best Buy, or smelling my small electical fire. A doozy.

But, when the smoke had cleared, I came out of Wendesday with a B, an A, and completely moved out of my house of three years to embark upon a journey of justice for the next three months.

Cheers,

Jen