is an old grey woman who works in housekeeping, cleaning offices, toilets and mopping floors.
She never spoke to me but i heard her dead husband was an alcoholic who use to beat her.
She's well past the age of retirement and has been employed by the center from the beginning.
I tell her we're forming a union and she mumbles 'bout time. But when I push her to sign the petition she cowers and says, "I don't want know trouble." And I am relentless screaming the injustice of her life into her face, demanding she consider others repeating over and over again management will not find out.
She goes pale and I withdraw. I tell Dawn of the ambush and a few days later we have another signature.
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