I was working in a large organisation where it was said to be compulsory to join the official union. I refused. The supervisor called me every name that came to mind for someone who dared not join including "scab" and gave every reason why I should join ~ each day the pressure was increased until finally she gave in.

I found it amusing because when the work was required to be done most of the senior managers were approaching me to do their work instead of the other union members ~ call it flexibility.

When I was eight years old, at the school entrance gate, I was the first to spot a five pound note on the ground. My peers surrounded me and urged me to keep it for myself. I said as it didn't belong to me, I wasn't going to go spend it on myself. They told me I was crazy, it would only end up in the school petty cash box. Besides to them any child with five pounds worth of sweets to buy would seem alot! Instead, I took the money and give it into the school secretary.....I wasn't a union member either back then nor to represent me, I represented myself.