What's not to love about unions

I am in a union.  I am glad I am.  There is much to be said for banding together to get a fair deal.  But then there is the outer reaches, like arguing over how many angels dance on the head of a pin.  A coffee was spilled in the public area.  Protocol requires me to call the main office - in another building- so someone else can fill out a form and send it to the correct department so they can send a message to the correct clean up person who can then come in and clean up the mess....What's not to love.