It’s tit for tat.
They illegally strip class size and composition concessions from our contract. We move to stage one job action.
They threaten to roll back our wages 5%. We engage in province-wide rotating strikes.
They impose a partial lock out and roll back our wages 10%.
They say potato. We say potahto.
Sigh–I wish we could call the whole thing off.
Today I got an email from the president of our local. Because I’m the staff rep for our department, I have to go to my administrator first thing tomorrow with a list of questions about the lock out and how it will impact our ability to perform our jobs.
I get that we need clarification. No one seems to know what the complicated partial lock out entails. Even the negotiator who dreamed it up admits it will be “tweaked” as necessary because the situation remains “fluid.” I just don’t want to be the person who has to poke a stick at the hornet’s nest. (I should clarify that my boss’ office in no way resembles an actual hornet’s nest. She’s a reasonable woman who is likely just as frustrated by this situation as I am.)
I did what I usually do when I’m stressed and I need reassurance. I went to my sailor and whined at length about my predicament.
As the former Commanding Officer of a unit with a number of unionized Civilian employees, he has experience dealing with labour issues. Surely he would have some words of wisdom for me.
“If you didn’t want do stuff like this, you shouldn’t have volunteered to be a union rep.”
Thanks, honey. I feel so much better now.