My father was a member of the railroad workers union and then, after 20 years of working as a railroad engineer to keep his farm alive, he retired and took a job with USS Steel, Geneva Works, where he worked as a rail yard master and became a leader in the steel worker's union. Sure, the unions were great for those who could get into them. But becoming a member of a union was a catch 22. You couldn't get a union job unless you already had one. So, of course the majority of union jobs went to members of the same families for generations. Nepotism tends to be a big part of being a union worker.
For a short time even I was a member of a sub union related to the Teamsters: The Stage Workers Union. You started at the bottom of the list and waited for the union boss to call you to come in for work. It was kind of like working in a restaurant where you started with washing dishes, then busing dishes, then setting tables, and eventually becoming a waiter or bartender of whatever was considered the top paying job. I still have friends from those days who are just now almost paying off their mortgages -- maybe in two more years? Sometimes you wouldn't be offered a job by the union job manager for one or two months. Still, you had to pay your monthly dues on time or be fined. And if you were fined, the guy who collected union dues usually just pocketed your fine for himself.
Yeah, there's some job security in being a member of a union. But there are a lot of well-documented abuses where unions allowed themselves to get out of control. A good example: auto workers wanting more benefits but in return not offering improved work performance.
My dad retired from USS Steel because the Geneva plant was having one of its many bust economic downturns. A year later he was asked to return at his same pay rate, because of all the union members who had willingly taken early retirement, my dad was one of the few who had kept abreast of the then new technology of driving locomotives remotely from a control box he carried around his neck (rather that actually operate the locomotives from inside the cab). He decided to return and was amazed that, even though he had once been president of his local, none of the younger guys wanted him around because they had decided he should start from the bottom all over again (at 64 years-old with more than 20 years of experience?). They didn't like it a bit that he returned after a year of retirement back at his regular pay rate. But there wasn't much they could do -- except call my mother in the middle of the night for months and make death threats, gang up on my dad one morning after a graveyard shift and try to break his legs, and destroy all the windows in his pickup truck parked in a security parking lot four of five different times. Yeah, his union brothers were a swell bunch. Teamsters have an even worse reputation, having been long ago been bought off by organized crime. Anyone who believes that organized crime has been ferreted out of the Teamsters probably still believes that Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny are real.
I quickly left the stage hand's union and concentrated on college and learning more challenging skills. I've done much better, financially, than any of my old friends still toiling away folding up teasers, hanging lights, putting up and tearing down scaffolding, laying down dance stages, sweeping them, and then tearing them down after a three-day run of a visiting ballet company, opera company, theatre company, etc. And I paid off the only mortgage I ever had before I was 30. Since then it's been cash up front and no need to finance a damn thing; whereas my old union buddies are slogging away the majority of them still hoping to pay off their first mortgages before they turn 58 years-old? They might have semi-secure jobs, but they never made as much as they could doing something else that might have required them to think for a living.
And any retired old Teamster with a double-digit IQ knows that Jimmy Hoffa was ground up and used to whip up a batch of old Presto Logs. In fact, I think I may still have one.