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The last two days have been pretty swirly. Monday when I came in Mike C. was talking about how we needed to get Karl into the Union. I pointed out that Karl wasn't likely to join (He has strong feelings due to how it has dropped the ball in the past) and Mike said that the Union had gotten lawyers and they needed the money for them. I pointed out that I had been paying dues for 20 years and said some of that should of been going into a war chest and if this isn't war I don't know what is. Mike wasn't happy with me especially when I said I couldn't take off work to go to the Union meeting. But the thing is the bellmen from the other hotels don't want a Global bid. They are not just fighting to keep their jobs but keep their comfort spots. If everyone from our resort showed up we would not be able to be a large enough voting block. Karl's comments are that Disney is playing psychological warfare by creating a stress level that they might shake a few monkies from the limb.

Manager Kris shoved his bobble head into my face, Tuesday. It was hard keeping eye contact. He was almost frantic to tell that they didn't know anything and niether did the Union. Both forces had their lawyers butting heads. Thay have a deadline of Dec. 17th to come to terms. We won't here about it til the 18th or 19th. Our Christmas lump of coal will come a little early.

I have to be careful and not let this upset me ... swirl me. My colitus has been really borderline. But it is real easy to be sucked in as you already have one foot in the water.