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The union sent someone out to see me today.  She pressured me to drop my complaint.  She told me it would turn out badly if I allowed the employer to handle the problem, and told me stories of other happy colleagues who have allowed the union to mediate with great success.  I told her no.  I had to say no three times before she finally accepted it and left.  I imagine this means the union will now mobilize to protect Crazy Sue from the employer.  This is scary.  But I'm going to see it through.


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I finally spoke to the employer of the Crossing Guard who shouted at me.  This was a positive experience; he was receptive and agreed with me that the Crossing Guard doesn't get to scream at me.  This gave me hope.  I don't understand why we can't talk to the boss, why we can't rely on the boss to do the right thing.  Don't they usually?  Am I being naive?  Guess I will find out in short order.


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I think I'm sick.  I feel weird, no appetite and so so so tired.  And I have a cold sore.  (I named it Sue.)  I keep trying to sleep but my adrenal system is in overdrive.  I can't sleep until this is resolved.


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We had the Free Preview of the show this afternoon for a forgiving little audience of best friends and Drama geeks.  It went reasonably well, a typical first show with a few little glitches but pretty good for the most part.  I think we're as ready as we're going to be, and once production week is over I'm just coasting into summer.


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