Tuesday 11th of September
Bad day. The boss caught me talking to the AFL-CIO guys in the Koru lounge. The petite bourgeoisie are so tiresome. Will meet up with the brothers and sisters tomorrow night at the Intercontinental when back from kicking the CEO of POAL in the arse. Always good to sing workers anthems in the big suite on the top floor there.
No lunch. Koru food awful. How can people eat this rubbish? Managed to slip the koru lounge staff some SFU membership forms that nice Andrew Little gave me. They gave me a doggie bag to drop off at the city mission on my way to the port.