Depends who's asking. :)

Probably the Your Rights @ Work campaign.

I haven't ever had a bad time in a job myself - I've got none of the attributes bullies go for, being a outwardly benign straight white guy, and I'd always assumed that my experience was basically the norm. But I always joined the union, (because that's just what you did, right?) and ended up as the delegate in my job as a captioner. As part of the training, we came in and did a day-long workshop on bullying and harrassment, and I was a) kind of horrified that people did this to each other, and b) I began to suspect I had seen workmates being bullied in previous jobs, and hadn't done anything about it.

I decided to take it a bit more seriously, and started to get involved in the Your Rights @ Work campaign, coming along to training, rallies, and actions at other people's workplaces. It became increasingly obvious to me that the bullying that I'd overlooked wasn't a flaw in the workplace system, but a feature - something that was actually built in to the tilted power-relationships embodied in AWAs, casualisation and other techniques of workforce atomisation and manufactured disunity. This was sort of a relief, actually - I like to believe that everyone's trying to be good, and it was really hard to square that with some of the stories I was hearing from other delegates. If we could just fix the system, I figured...

Not long after that I got offered a gig as an organiser myself, which sounded exciting and important, so I took it. Since then, I've probably become a lot more passionate - mostly because I've seen hundreds of different workplaces, thousands of different members, and it's become quite apparent that nothing makes more difference to your quality of life than being in a job you believe in, with people you like, for employers who respect you as a fellow human being.

Travel to Europe and South America, have a kid, finish my law degree, start a functional co-operative, learn to walk on my hands.

Laptop. It might be the end of the world, but that doesn't make Civilisation V any less fun. Well, unless the power goes.

Yep, at some point in the next few years.

No, sadly, it's quite terrible.

We met during O-Week at our first year at Sydney Uni. Actually, we met repeatedly; at SUMS, then at Labor Club, and then again at Sutekh. I think we may have been the only two people who joined all three of those clubs; and I did, at the time, worry that perhaps I was coming off as a bit of a stalker.

In any case, we hit it off; but I was going out (kinda), with a pretty nice girl called Chazna, and Julia was fixated on my dark, brooding, mysteriously deep and glossy-maned friend now known as "Fluffy Matt" (takes the edge off, somewhat). Because I knew Matt had some terrible luck with women, I agreed to try and help Julia in her quest to win his affections, but to only moderate success.

Sadly for Matt, I'm pretty sure she took his normal, predictable inability to communicate in more than grunts before about 2pm as evidence that she was being repeatedly snubbed during hours of daylight; and to her credit, she quickly got jack of it.

However, I was once again on the market, following some fairly clumsy dinner-and-a-movie dates convinced Chazna that I wasn't really the smooth bad boy she was looking for (Final Destination killed it, actually. That movie is just nasty.).

So when we both attended a late-night screening of Dracula 2000 with Sutekh (a movie so bad that Blues Brothers 2000 wrote and complained about the association), and she wore a low-cut top, and I had finally cut my hair (on her advice) to remove the nasty blonde tips, it was basically inevitable that we should follow the lead of all similarly plotted romcoms, and hook up.

Strawberry. Fruit flavours are way better than either.