Negotiations are at a stalemate
fiction
edward w pritchard
School Superintendent, Cleveland Ohio was the most difficult job to perform in America. It must be. We had a new superintendent pretty much every other year. Brilliant managers came in with excellent credentials, high hopes and plans and within a year the brutal reality of politics in Cleveland, Ohio wore them down and desperately they moved on to any assignment anywhere to escape.
Dr. Pinson was no exception. Beloved by the teachers and teachers union, friendly with the Mayor and Council, and respected by budgetary types he showed great promise. He shot hoops with students most every day at lunch time when he started his new job.
It was the small but powerful janitorial union that caused Dr. Pinson's downfall as Cleveland board superintendent. Dr. Pinson had negotiated successfully the 2013 budget with all the parties concerned, too numerous to list. Everything was agreed in a series of leveraged deals each dependent on two others.
The janitors union refused to play ball. They must have one more demand met, it was not negotiable. Of course if the janitors got a plum the teachers and the administrators and the suppliers and the students and the parents and the sports boosters and many others must renegotiate. The entire deal, negotiated over six months by Dr. Pinson to open the schools on time this fall hinged on the Janitors demands.
The janitors membership wanted a small underground lair at each school. A sanctuary for the hard working custodial staffs to escape to from time to time during the day. The teachers union on behalf of their members strongly objected. If the sanctuary was to be built they must be able to use it. Budget objected, too many teachers, maybe it could be swung for the janitors who were few in numbers but no one else.
A deal was finally reached, a few schools now have deep underground lairs for janitors to escape to during the school day but under no circumstances at least for this budgetary period may teachers use the sanctuary during their day.
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Showing posts with label sanctuary. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 5, 2011
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Serving in Pakistan with the US army
Serving in Pakistan with the US Army
Note see also--In the tent--
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
fiction'
edward w pritchard
Serving in the Pakistan with the US Army is awful. Our enemies hate us powerfully and our allies mislead us and beguile our leaders to keep us here. Your friends die, not in any pattern just here and there, now and then. Some just get wounded and that's worse. Death here is not sudden and final like a soldier should experience; but mysterious and creeping.
Eventually you decide not to have friends. Other soldiers decided to follow a different philosophy to cope. Other soldiers decide that they need friends so you still know people, some of whom are going to die or be wounded, maybe you.
The foods not much even for us poor people but you enjoy it sometimes, and then its not that bad. We drink a lot but it's discouraged to drink in public. Both our friends and enemies here are supposed to disapprove of alcohol according to their religion. Alcohol and the comradely it allows then like everything else becomes foreign.
Nature is good and you get to travel but there's always the war. Home is gone, no longer real or possible.
The only good thing is when you are in your own tent. After supper. Your fellow soldiers are on guard and they will be in their tents in a while and we all work very hard to make it so when one is in their tent they are safe, as safe as one can be in the army. We have billions of dollars worth of technology here, but we still sleep in tents in the field, like soldiers always have.
When we get somewhere and I must put up my tent I always follow the same procedure. I take lighter fluid and burn off the grass, to kill and drive away all inspects. I find the best spot I can, not wet or sloping and away from trees and with some kind of a view for coming and going. Then I put down something for a ground cloth, if available. Then I have my tent face the appropriate direction depending on too many factors to list. When it's all ready I put my stuff in there including my loaded rifle, I don't want to die without being ready. I also am duty bound I think to help my fellow soldiers, even ones I don't know.
Then at last I get in my tent, bravely turn my eyes from the opening and gradually drop off to sleep for about 35 minutes usually. I always wake up worrying and anxious or aggressive according to what's appropriate based on what might happen next. However, those 35 minutes are the best part about being in the army.
I get to go home in 27 months and eight days, if I can make it.
Labels: sanctuary
Note see also--In the tent--
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
fiction'
edward w pritchard
Serving in the Pakistan with the US Army is awful. Our enemies hate us powerfully and our allies mislead us and beguile our leaders to keep us here. Your friends die, not in any pattern just here and there, now and then. Some just get wounded and that's worse. Death here is not sudden and final like a soldier should experience; but mysterious and creeping.
Eventually you decide not to have friends. Other soldiers decided to follow a different philosophy to cope. Other soldiers decide that they need friends so you still know people, some of whom are going to die or be wounded, maybe you.
The foods not much even for us poor people but you enjoy it sometimes, and then its not that bad. We drink a lot but it's discouraged to drink in public. Both our friends and enemies here are supposed to disapprove of alcohol according to their religion. Alcohol and the comradely it allows then like everything else becomes foreign.
Nature is good and you get to travel but there's always the war. Home is gone, no longer real or possible.
The only good thing is when you are in your own tent. After supper. Your fellow soldiers are on guard and they will be in their tents in a while and we all work very hard to make it so when one is in their tent they are safe, as safe as one can be in the army. We have billions of dollars worth of technology here, but we still sleep in tents in the field, like soldiers always have.
When we get somewhere and I must put up my tent I always follow the same procedure. I take lighter fluid and burn off the grass, to kill and drive away all inspects. I find the best spot I can, not wet or sloping and away from trees and with some kind of a view for coming and going. Then I put down something for a ground cloth, if available. Then I have my tent face the appropriate direction depending on too many factors to list. When it's all ready I put my stuff in there including my loaded rifle, I don't want to die without being ready. I also am duty bound I think to help my fellow soldiers, even ones I don't know.
Then at last I get in my tent, bravely turn my eyes from the opening and gradually drop off to sleep for about 35 minutes usually. I always wake up worrying and anxious or aggressive according to what's appropriate based on what might happen next. However, those 35 minutes are the best part about being in the army.
I get to go home in 27 months and eight days, if I can make it.
Labels: sanctuary
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
in the tent
in the tent
fiction'
edward w pritchard
World War Two was awful and being in the army was bad. Every day your friends die, not in any pattern just here and there, now and then. Some just get wounded and that's worse.
Eventually you decide not to have friends but some other soldiers decided to make their philosophy to cope that they need friends so you still know people, some of whom are going to die or be wounded, maybe you.
The foods not much even for us poor people but you enjoy it sometimes, and then its not that bad.
Nature is good and you get to travel but there's always the war. Home is gone, no longer real or possible.
The only good thing is when you are in your own tent. After supper. Your fellow soldiers are on guard and they will be in their tents in a while and we all work very hard to make it so when one is in their tent they are safe, as safe as one can be in the army.
When we get somewhere and I must put up my tent I always follow the same procedure. I take lighter fluid and burn off the grass, to kill and drive away all inspects. I find the best spot I can, not wet or sloping and away from trees and with some kind of a view for coming and going. Then I put down something for a ground cloth, if available. Then I have my tent face the appropriate direction depending on too many factors to list. When it's all ready I put my stuff in there including my loaded rifle, I don't want to die without being ready. I also am duty bound I think to help my fellow soldiers, even ones I don't know.
Then at last I get in my tent, bravely turn my eyes from the opening and gradually drop off to sleep for about 35 minutes usually. I always wake up worrying and anxious or aggressive according to what's appropriate based on what might happen next. However, those 35 minutes are the best part about being in the army.
fiction'
edward w pritchard
World War Two was awful and being in the army was bad. Every day your friends die, not in any pattern just here and there, now and then. Some just get wounded and that's worse.
Eventually you decide not to have friends but some other soldiers decided to make their philosophy to cope that they need friends so you still know people, some of whom are going to die or be wounded, maybe you.
The foods not much even for us poor people but you enjoy it sometimes, and then its not that bad.
Nature is good and you get to travel but there's always the war. Home is gone, no longer real or possible.
The only good thing is when you are in your own tent. After supper. Your fellow soldiers are on guard and they will be in their tents in a while and we all work very hard to make it so when one is in their tent they are safe, as safe as one can be in the army.
When we get somewhere and I must put up my tent I always follow the same procedure. I take lighter fluid and burn off the grass, to kill and drive away all inspects. I find the best spot I can, not wet or sloping and away from trees and with some kind of a view for coming and going. Then I put down something for a ground cloth, if available. Then I have my tent face the appropriate direction depending on too many factors to list. When it's all ready I put my stuff in there including my loaded rifle, I don't want to die without being ready. I also am duty bound I think to help my fellow soldiers, even ones I don't know.
Then at last I get in my tent, bravely turn my eyes from the opening and gradually drop off to sleep for about 35 minutes usually. I always wake up worrying and anxious or aggressive according to what's appropriate based on what might happen next. However, those 35 minutes are the best part about being in the army.
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