Let’s say you’re at your jay oh bee. Your working at your desk, minding your own business, getting by, just doing the best you can. All of a sudden, one of your co-workers comes up and taps you on the shoulder and says “Come on, we’re walking out.”
“huh?”
“The strike is on. We’re walking out”
“What strike?”
“We took a vote.”
“Who did?”
“Us. Your representatives.”
“You represent me? I don’t remember anyone asking me about…”
“Hey, what’s your problem? We’re looking out for your interests here! So shut up and hold this sign. Come on, we’re gonna form a picket line out front.”
“What? I have an assignment to finish!”
“Not anymore. We’re on strike!”
“Well, you guys can strike if you want, but I got to go back and finish my..”
“Nope, sorry. We’re all on strike. This is closed shop, buddy.”
“Do we still get paid while we’re on strike?”
“What are you, nuts? Of course not.”
“But I’ve got a wife and kids, and a mortgage and utilities and student loans and…”
“Hey, what’s your problem? What’s with the attitude? Didn’t you hear me the first time? We’re looking out for you! We’re trying to get you a bigger piece of the pie”.
“Yeah, but while we’re on strike, aren’t we getting no pie at all?”
“You better knock it off if you know what’s good for you, boy”
And there’s your strike. Unfortunately, this is the unintended consequence of when an entire industry decides to shut down. The audience loses, the sponsors lose, the networks lose and most of the writers themselves lose. Most of these writers aren’t working on a ‘Friends’ or a ‘Seinfeld’, they toil anonymously in WB hell.
More on this later. Stay tuned.