And then we protest.

Yesterday’s demonstration for a fair collective agreement – video taken by the union. I promise more substantive updates once I get home and in a better headspace!

The union reacts.

The crap offer we received yesterday and the union’s response in print this morning – for those who are following along:

PSAC boss blasts ‘insulting’ wage offer
Graham Hughes
The Ottawa Citizen

Friday, May 23, 2008

The stage is set for increased tension in negotiations between Treasury Board and the 120,000 federal public servants represented by the Public Service Alliance of Canada.

John Gordon, the union’s national president, said last night that government negotiators yesterday afternoon put a monetary offer on the table, “which is, quite frankly, insulting.”

The four-year offer included annual wage increases of 1.5, 1.5, 1.2 and 1.2 per cent.

“We were looking for some respect from this employer, which has told us they were bargaining in good faith,” Mr. Gordon said. “We’ve been at this for a year and they come in and insult our members like that … those valuable employees they talk about at every turn. Well, I’ll tell you, those valuable employees are somewhat upset.”

The negotiations cover five collective agreements involving the complete administration of the federal government plus such personnel as border guards, immigration officers and coast guard crews. Contracts expired in June and July 2007.

The offer made yesterday was for the administrators, the largest of PSAC’s five groups.

“We’ll be telling our members about this insult they’ve done with respect to the monetary offer beginning (today), when we have a demonstration taking place in Gatineau,” Mr. Gordon said. “This will be the first time the members will have heard this and we’ll be sending bargaining teams to meet with members across the country and we’ll be dealing with it from there. If the Treasury Board are pushing us to the ultimate position of a strike somewhere down the road, then our members will make that decision, I’m sure.”

Mr. Gordon said negotiations for other PSAC groups were scheduled to resume next week, and he expected a similar position from the government.

“It seems to me they want to take us on, and, if that’s what they want to do, our members will rise to the challenge,” Mr. Gordon added.

The PSAC demonstration is scheduled for noon today between Gatineau City Hall and Phases I and II of the Place du Portage complex.

Barguing.

Best new word I’ve heard in a long time – Barguing – which essentially is arguing at the bargaining table instead of negotiating. It’s a fitting term for what is quickly becoming a frustrating process. But at least it looks like we are taking a break for the summer after this week which is more than welcome for me. It’s probably no secret that I am a tad burnt out from all the travel at the moment – and it really does feel most of the time that we are spinning our wheels with this employer.

I was at a worksite meeting today at lunchtime where we negotiating team members go to tell the members of our union what is going on at the table, what we are asking for, what we are asking of them…. I have done over a dozen of these in the last few months and always enjoy the questions and interests of the people we represent. This particular session was at my Ottawa employer’s office which was even more fun since I knew some of the people there and I frequently work out of that building.

After the talk a woman who had asked several questions came up to me and said how glad she was she came out and how informative the presentation was. She said that she has always been pretty hesitant about unions because they can be so unreasonable and controlling, and yet she was pleased to see three very reasonable and intelligent people up in front of the room who seemed to be actually likable (okay, she didn’t quite say it that way – but it was the gist). I appreciated her candor, and the compliment and afterwards was thinking about how often I hear variations on that theme. “You seem so reasonable for a union rep,” is a common refrain that comes back to me from people who seem genuinely surprised that I don’t have horns and a tail, or get in front of a room yelling.

Because I really don’t roll that way, nor have I ever. I also don’t know many union reps who do which begs the question of where the stereotype so readily comes from. Obvious answer right? Of course it’s the media, the bosses, the system at fault.

If only it was that simple. While I will grant there is a whole propaganda machine in place to paint working people and their representatives as nasty and greedy, I have to admit I have seen my share of bad behaviour from a minority of union reps in workplaces. You know, the petty folks who wanted to be management but couldn’t get there and so instead turned their dictatorial desires into a union position. These are often people who don’t seem to understand the basic working class principles of solidarity, and have found a niche in a union movement starved for active membership by barging their way around the workplace.

Sometimes these people simply have their own individual axe to grind about an issue, but more often seem to have the general grievance that life hasn’t been fair to them. In some cases they will complain (to other union reps no doubt) that their co-workers are lazy and shouldn’t be helped by the union. In others this type express themselves by going around and harassing people into adhering to every aspect of the collective agreement or health and safety policy. They get elected because no one wants to run against them out of fear of retaliation, or because after years of this behaviour the workplace members believe all people in the union are like this and want nothing to do with it.

Fair enough. If that had been my first encounter with a union I wouldn’t waste my time there either. As a union rep I tend to go the other way when I see one of these individuals coming, so I don’t doubt their co-workers feel that way but even moreso if they have to deal with them every day. And it’s a shame really – because this is by far the minority of union reps, and yet the ones who everyone remembers.

The simple root of this is a lack of interested and active members, and a union movement that seems helpless to address this behaviour within its ranks (until it crosses the line and becomes something you can discipline for). And because it’s self-perpetuating in that it drives people away, the very existence of these individuals only ensures that more people like them will fill the ranks when they finally disappear. But more deeply, this behaviour is sunk in the mires of power definitions in our society and the very nature of exclusion. That is, telling other people what to do in your society is equated with powerfulness, and those who lack a sense of personal power in their lives are often driven to fill that void elsewhere. Pretty much every organization suffers from these individuals – from the artistic society with a chair who has screaming fits, to those in community radio stations like CKLN who change the locks on the doors to keep democratically elected opponents out. There are a lot of wounded people wandering around out there looking to inflict their damage in the form of power-mongering on others – despite the fact there are even more people trying to do the right thing and work together.

I’m not sure how to address it systemically or personally, but it’s frustrating as someone who really is working to represent people democratically and transparently to always be painted with that brush. Fortunately I have found although this initial impression exists, once people actually meet me or I help them through a hard grievance, the stereotype tends to fade into the background. I can certainly be tough when the situation warrants it, but only within the context of being pushed around, and only when there is something to be gained from engaging in the battles in the first place. Mostly though I like to mediate, negotiate, and consense to an end result – which I recognize is the way for most union people I know. Leadership is one thing, exerting power is another – and although some people confuse these modes, it’s clear to me (and the membership I have represented) that really these are polar opposites on the spectrum.

No longer solo.

Gosh. I am just traipsing about all over the place these days. Writing en route to Montreal by train and very pleased to discover onboard wireless service. Been at the bargaining table all day which made blogging out of the question – but the two hour trip between Ottawa and Montreal provides a nice little window for reflection.

And what am I reflecting on? Why relationship nonsense of course. It’s become my secret hobby lately, dissecting and analyzing myself in the context of my increasing commitment to another person – and the funniest little things trigger that process all the time.

Today it was a text message about a book. On Sunday before I left, I noticed that Howard Zinn’s graphical version of A People’s History of American Empire</em was finally available in the window of People's Co-op Books. I have been waiting for months for this book to come out for a few reasons – 1) I love Howard Zinn, 2) I love graphic novels and other political miscellany, and 3) I have been waiting to do a blog post about graphic politics and wanted to get this on the list before I went ahead. Since the bookstore was closed I figured I'd pick it up when I got home this weekend and start into it then. All good.

This afternoon Brian texts with a message not to buy the book while I'm on the road because he's picking it up (probably at the UBC bookstore near where he works) – which is very thoughtful on his part, and particularly so because I know he means it in the shared sense. Rather than both of us go out and buy our own copy, it makes sense to have one that will eventually go in our shared library (when we finally can resolve our lives to the degree that living together is a possibility). Right?

But instead of feeling grateful about it, my first impulse was to go out and purchase a copy of the book for myself. And while I didn't act on that impulse, the selfishness of my reaction to his offer surprised me. A part of it is that I am terribly covetous of books at the best of times, and I had wanted a copy of The People's History of my own to put alongside my growing collection of graphic novels. And a part of it is definitely that I don't trust the idea of "sharing books" since I lost every single "shared" book I owned with my ex-husband when he moved out.

But really, when you get right down two it – two major things are going on. One is that I am not used to the idea of sharing anything at all after six years of being primarily by myself. I own what I own. It's what I can afford, it's what I like, and barring some calamity I get to keep it all in my possession. I am posessive in particular by my book collection which is a mini-testament to my intellectual, political and artistic development over my adult life – wrapped in bookshelves I am comforted by what I have consumed as much as I hate to admit it. Bottomline – I am selfish and I don't feel particularly bad about it either. Years of taking care of myself (even while in relationships) has left me feeling pretty okay about the fact I own what I've worked for and don't want it taken away.

Which brings me to the second piece this episode exposes: the underlying disbelief in my ability to have a successful relationship that lasts beyond a year or two. That is, collecting things together is futile even if we live in the same house because at some point we'll have to separate it all anyways. This feels much worse than being selfish, a chronic failure to believe in myself. As if I don't have the ability to love and process and work through enough at this point in my life to create some longer term life with Brian. That having found someone I honestly believe I could have a future with, I am continually talking myself out of it. "He will get bored of me. I'll fuck it up somehow. We will drift apart inexplicably because of our decision not to have kids. He'll figure out soon enough that I'm not *all that* anyways." Etc. Etc.

And while all this is going on in my head, we *are* planning our future together bit by bit. I wouldn't have met his daughter if both of us hadn't believed in being family to each other. And although I've been hesitant to jump headlong into it, increasingly I can see what our life could possibly be together (and wow, I want it so much it's scary).

On Sunday Brian told me that pretty soon I was going to have a family. Him and Mica and me. And I was suddenly floored by the prospect. From single to partner and part-time kid in less than a year? Despite knowing on some intellectual level this would happen if I kept on with Brian, the reality of my "solo" life ending is finally sinking in. I find myself researching the whole prospect of becoming a "stepmother" (which I promise a post on soon), and including a teenager in my vision of the future. It's exciting, for sure, but unexpected. And rather than feel pleasure at Brian's gesture of sharing, I get concerned about the potential for failing at something I want this much.

I know it's an adjustment phase I am going through. Five and a half years of living as a single woman is a long time to get used to all of what that means. Opening my life to one, and then two, more people has got to demand some examination I'm sure. It's just funny what triggers it. A book by Howard Zinn no doubt. I suppose it's the little things though that give a clue to what is changing. My whole life is what. And it's probably a good idea to pay attention, make room, and let go of some of the past cause for my fears.