At the same time, very heart-warming to be out there on the picket line and realise that I'm not alone, that my shit working conditions is not because of personal failure but something so common in this world that they don't even raise an eyebrow when I mention them to colleagues.
To realise that I have wonderful colleagues that I never knew about, funny colleagues, clever colleagues, colleagues who are passionate about their work.
To realise that students understand and care: the speech from the student rep on my first day of picketing actually had me in tears.
To realise that the reason we have all stuck with this increasingly shitty treatment for years without a murmur is actually because we do care, care about our subjects, care about our students, would love to care about our universities if they gave us even a little of that affection back.
There have been teach-outs in a local book shop, joined by both students and staff, there have been multiple gifts of food and drink, there have been so many good conversations.