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Attempted repression in Arles Postmen

Suite au conflit de mai 2009, et au soi-disant "blocage des camions de courrier", La Poste continue sa politique d'intimidation et de répression. Elle porte complaint.

Bruno Leclerc, secretary of the CGT Arles CDIS is summoned to the police Tuesday morning at 9:15. Postal workers

Arles CDIS accompany the mass, to show they do not intimidate or punish leave.

should know that this incident has already been held during the conflict in chambers on May 15, where the judge explicitly said that at no time the mail was prevented from entering the center.

can see Judgement at


http://vuzit.com/view/14u7


It would be nice if the factors are not the only day.

For a history of daily conflict


http://www.postiers.net/luttes-f6/arles-cdis-preavis-de-greve-illimitee-t1144.htm?highlight=arles

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it's done!

I was comfortably settled in my little life before. Dreamer at will, I oscillate between work, friends, family and lover. Then muted watched my desire to be a nurse. I started to take the examination at age 25. Then at 26 and 28. I succeeded, but still on the waiting list. Wait. Sometimes dubious, sometimes passionately. I made babies, I pretended to get married. I quickly divorced. I let my children grow up. More very sure I courage. I got kicked in the Q. Cause still I dream. But what finally
! What are you waiting for! Yeah, I do not believe anymore. I'm afraid. I live. I'm happy in my life.
fuck m. ! But we believed there! What are you doing standing there! I plant a dream. I watch him grow without roots.
And then one day, I have 40 years. My plants are pretty, very decorative. I'm fine, everything is fine. I also plant lover. Like a vacuum, but available. I began writing on a "tracer everything." Notebooks scattered. Stories, dreams.
In fourth gear, I send my 6th entry the contest. Last day, an act almost missed. Hands in pockets, I'm going.
Damn, I received!
Whirlwind! Gone are the dreams, the quiet life and disorderly as I like. Everyone will be pushed around. Yes, I get a bit tight (the word is small). In the first year I met a love between two partials. Somehow it's still there. I smile. It does not even know that I am (I was) a woman is soft, quiet and peaceful.
But maybe that peace was only a leak, a varnish surface? Who am I today? I feel transformed. What did I do? A challenge. A challenge personnel, mais aussi un défi partagé. Oui, je le partage avec mes enfants, ma Maman et ma soeur et bien sûr mes amis. J'ai l'impression d'avoir consolidé quelque chose de vital. Je me sens si heureuse aujourd'hui. Je les sens si fiers de moi ! "tain vé", j'en pleure ... Oupss, émotion ...
Je suis infirmière. Riche de mon expérience de 20 ans. Je ne suis pas hésitante une seule minute. Je ressens une sorte d'exaltation, une énergie stimulante. Comme si j'allais pouvoir exercer à ma juste valeur tout ce pour quoi je suis faite. C'est bête, j'ai toujours donné le meilleur de moi même, et je me suis toujours sentie reconnue pour cela. Mais là, ce n'est not the same. Here it is as if I had the right, legitimacy.
I want to do great things, I am gnaque!

I would like to thank several people who are dear to me. Mary Lou and Lucas, my children who supported me almost seriously, invested and worried. This is my pretty Mary Lou, who the day before I made me revise my Initial steps of care with considerable interest. The prize goes to
Krish, my heart big brother, who was hit for 3 years all my partial revisions. I decided to copy my diploma with his name next to mine.
But there's also my Emilie class girlfriend, sitting side by side for 3 years, accomplices and solidarity for all. Of course my
Arf! So, he never cracked before my palpable tension in everyday life, always supported me and encouraged, he was there yesterday to open up her arms in the billboard when I laughed, cried all mixed.
But again, my friends, Laule (my dear friend), Isa (my favorite nurse), Noun (my darling always), Annick (my friend found) and Gil Sylvia (my mischievous friends and tornadoes) Remi (my boyfriend on the street) and Michele (the instigator of kicking the Q) and other ... My virtual friends almost equally present than those of real life ...
And finally, My mom and my little sister Valerie. Both the pillars of my life. Inseparable from all three, bound by unconditional love, a love of life. The true wealth of heart and spirit, sharing of knowledge and skills, a trio sealed against all odds. I owe my success and be who I am ...
Well, who else? My hospital anyway, where I paid all this time to stay seated on my Q to school ... Some teachers and encouraging investment ... And of course, countless health professionals with whom I learned all the technique and theory with a lot of fun ....
Well, if I forgot someone, you say ... My head in celebration.

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What might bother me today?

I am peacefully installed in my faux wicker chair. I think about my next deep thought. In my view, it would be a deep thought about the time it takes the time to elapse. Or rather, about the time that tends to take time. With an accessory question, what time is it? I still prances. The time is too long. I am impatient.

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Argh!

The sky is fall with a pale yellow circle. I look through my list of blog an eye on the screen, the other erring on the garden. The splint on my arm, what can I do?
The dishwasher is running. My morale touches the carpet. This (the carpet) has been abandoned for some time. The vacuum of space has not moved since, say, no, I dare not say.
I would not say I'm depressed. I'm beat-up. I graduated from my degree in brilliantly, but I have not had time to realize it. Pressure constant during these three and a half dropped, but did not know where to ask. After my internship in the Emergency and even after the last, in Psychiatry, I was motivated by a joy that swarmed with projects, challenges. And here I am the arm against your body as a shield. A failed act?
Eight days post geriatric care worker and I'm hurt. Injured ego? Injury in the crack? Injury that could have been avoided if senior people heard me when I said that my shoulder was weak and I was not able to do those three weeks in AS on the area of geriatrics. Three short weeks "at risk" pending the results of the ED I proposed an alternative : Stay where you shrink is not handling sick. No answer. The die was cast.
And there, I feel diminished, to be incorrect. On the flip side of all my projects. Pawns on a chess board reversed. Strategies escape me, my insight and thoughts that go into a spin.
I do not know what will happen to me. Putting my "handicap" in front for me to "protect" I might be a little hot date on uninteresting posts, such consultations or I do not know what.
This is "castration" of motivation, skills recognized in other sectors.
This afternoon, I will try to stir heaven and earth in the offices of right-thinking people (and especially cramped in their seats well padded), gesticulating with my left arm!

continued ...

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The snake has struggled to pass, but the peacock spreads its tail.

In the genus "I have a feeling that I've pulled the rug under the feet while I walked over" ... Probably a bad joke ... I'm not you / or you, since last Monday. Extremely happy to have spent my ED in very good conditions, with the end p'tite sentence that says "you can go home quiet or very quiet" ... Phew!
I have not had much time to savor the pleasure. Few hours after I received the phone call that lead! You are expected Monday morning in gerontology at 8! And here I am
since Monday without status, a sort of in-between while awaiting the results of the ED they have found nothing better than to bring me back to the source. They said that I may be forgotten in three and a half years of study, how a toilet or changing ... No, no! I have not forgotten! Harsh reality! I have nothing against the elderly, far away. But I have 24 years of comfort care. I busted a shoulder in passing (and three calcified tendinitis, unhealed, of course). And I wanted to be at the front, to emergencies. I have not taken my education to 40 years to nurse again "comfort". I am furious! I rant!
Well, it was early days. I did not cash. Today, well, my character has kindly taken over. Wherever I am, whatever I do, I'll do well. For a year (the deal) I am a nurse in geriatrics.
Everything is not black. The center is on a hill with a magnificent park. The lounge opens onto a terrace with trees and flowers. break (well deserved) is almost idyllic. You can communicate with squirrels and peacocks. Can soliloquer paisiblement.

L'équipe est jeune et dynamique. Ils m'ont très bien accueillie. Le cadre s'est montré compréhensif et m'a encouragée. Je ne lui ai pas caché en arrivant ma terrible déception. Et puis hier, j'ai vu mon nom sur l'organigramme de Décembre (celui des infirmières). Enfin !!
Je n'ai pas encore les résultats, mais j'y crois !

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"The Valley" at the Theatre de la Cite Universitaire

I have the honor of being the godfather of a beautiful adventure that will take off tonight at the Theatre de la Cité Universitaire, which will be held at 20:00 on Friday and Saturday 13, 14 and 20 and 21 November: he is part Le Vallon by Agatha Christie, adapted and directed by Frederic Series. In addition to attending an excellent amateur theater, those who purchase tickets help raise funds for the Foundation of the University Institute of Cardiology and Pneumology of Quebec. It seems important to contribute to this initiative would do with my presence, my advice and my enthusiasm, knowing how those who get involved throughout the year do so with passion and fervor. I wish all this great team a big SHIT!

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