A few days before the vote I phone the president of the EDE Jim Edwards and introduce myself as the man behind the union. I explain I want to meet and discuss some of the issues that have led to my actions. he agrees...
"Where should we meet?"
"In my office."
"I wasn't aware kitchen cleaners had offices."
"My office is the smoking area be there at five."
On the day of the meeting i start drinking around noon, go to the casino and win a hundred bucks, leave the table and the Chinese leave with me. I head to the Palladium and meet with a journalist whom I feed information. We part and agree to stay in touch.
i arrive at the Shaw and Gabe has cleaned the smoking area. i tell him the office looks good and we bang fists laughing. I sit in my usual chair and light a smoke.
Jim Edwards arrives, escorted by the head of security and the Chef. Security watches the door and the Chef follows along clip board in hand. We introduce ourselves and I tell him I want to meet one on one.
"The chef is your immediate supervisor and his presence is required."
" I'd prefer to meet one on one."
"If the Chef has to leave their will be no meeting."
I am angry at his petulance and start shaking and after a few moments i decide to leave with the words, "Fine no meeting."
Jim Edwards looks stunned and the Chef looks sad. I leave the dock and catch an escalator up. The president follows and asks me to change my mind but it is too late. A few months later he resigns.
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