Hi Dalton,
I wrote to you a while back about my father’s unacceptable experience in a downtown emergency ward. Thanks for immediately putting me on a mailing list of back-patting propaganda and the nice form letter response. He’s doing fine now if you’re wondering, after a few months being on a PICC Line while he had to wait to see the surgeon.
But that’s not why I’m writing.
This time it’s to ask you to do something about Toronto. Your major money maker is broken and you have the power to fix it. I know you said you’d only step in and legislate the union back to work is if health issues arose due to the mounting garbage. I guess week-long standing, rain soaked garbage isn’t ever a health issue. Good thing they’re spraying the dump parks with deodorizer and spreading out rat traps! That should buy the city (and you) some time.
I know you’re busy with GM and the economy and stuff, but an effective manager doesn’t wait for problems to arise, he confronts them before they become major issues. He provides solutions with wisdom and fairness.
Dalton, I’ll make it easy for you. You don’t even have to legislate them back to work to save my vote for you (long since lost, by the way) – no, all you have to do is get a fair mediator into the negotiation room and show that you care for the people who keep the money coming in for eHealth and who put you into power. Do it now because Torontonians are really tired of this pissing match and need a white knight.
Eternally an Ontarian, But Not Liking The Smell
Dead Robot
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good luck with this. i suspect the provincial liberals are as deaf as the federal ones – i’m still on their mailing list even though i wrote them to say i’d rather vote for satan and margaret thatcher’s alzheimered brain in a bell jar than for a liberal party led by michael ignatieff. tune into my flickr post on garbage in the next few days, as i think i have come up with a workable solution to garbage in general (and not just the immediate crisis). heh, that sure reads like spam.
and don’t get me started on giving those cockmanglers at gm any money.
Ah, ketchup (or katsup) as an artist, your very best medium.
Considering we’re down to one paycheque at Casa RoboShark, no. Go sell a house!
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Um, are you done with that plate? I’m kinda starving here….