The day of national industrial action has come and gone. I worked. I taught a class on falls awareness and prevention in the morning and was able to catch up on some long overdue administrative work in the afternoon. The transportation unit that normally brings patients to our falls clinic was running on an emergency-only basis, so no patients could've come in for treatment. Our normal drivers also chose to work, but were redeployed to other areas.
All of my staff chose to work. One made her usual house calls and the others took time to catch up on paperwork, cleaning out and rearranging treatment rooms, all things that needed to get done but always take a back seat to patient care. Morning traffic was exceptionally annoying as people tried to get where they were going before the marches began. There were a few picketers outside one of our offices. They packed up and moved on by noon.
There were large crowds in town centers waving signs saying, "Everybody deserves a decent pension." The bigger cities had bigger crowds. The BBC carried the story and everyone's biggest fear, that the border agency staff would leave Heathrow airport in massive delays, never materialized. The border agency staff worked at nearly 80 percent capacity.
Although speeches were made about the "important statement" made that day, I don't think anyone in power really heard that important statement. I don't think it mattered one iota in the big scheme of things. Whether you agree or not with the Occupy Wall Street movement, they have generated a phrase that has staying power and a lasting message, "We are the 99 percent." You probably know that phrase, like it or not, and you know what it means. The UK has nothing after this day of action. It will fade as quickly as the morning fog off the Tyne. What a waste.