The strike and me

There was strike in the country on this morning, again, and I was who came out wrong from this, again. Not enough that I had to go to work for 6PM instead of 22:00 (because of my DEAR BELOVED boss, who couldn't manage the free days giveouts well), but I worked until 10AM, that is 16hours, any kind you count it. It's so good that somebody strikes like this, and I do like that because of them.
The people of this nation still couldn't learn that the real strike doesn't exists in this country, and that you can't achieve anything by yakking.
Only that I arrive home deadtired.