Have you ever been in negotiation(s) for something?

Jace

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Negotiation...the word itself evokes a range of emotions.
The reality that the outcome is variable, depending on 'the stakes'..being incredibly costly or rewarding.

How did yours 'work out'?
 

I was a union steward at a VA hospital. The issue was a nurse, who complained about other shifts, which irritated workers on the other shifts. Management wanted to initiate this plan to rotate shifts for a week, so as to get to "know" the problems on other shifts. It was essentially to shut her up. I worked with this nurse, and she constantly complained about everything, but you didn't take her seriously. And she never thought anybody would take her ramblings seriously either.
I asked if management talked to the nurse about this. NO. OMG!! they couldn't do THAT. The problem was this plan would affect all nurses, and some who had kids in school etc. Mangement couldn't just apply this plan to one nurse, it had to be everybody. So, we had this big meeting, and it was all about management's rights, past practices, contract language, provision A-2, subparagraph iii-, sub section 3d, etc. When I told the committee that I talked to my "client" about the proposed week on other shifts, and she stated, "tell them to go to hell, I'm not doing it". The committee tabled the shift thing.
This was my only "case" as a union steward.
 

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I always did the negotiation..real estate,cars.
and whenever I can.

" My Dad taught me good"šŸ˜‰
 
Buying and selling houses.

There’s a bit of negotiation selling used items at a garage sale. P*ss me and I won’t sell it to you. I don’t need to feel insulted for a few bucks.
 
yes uying and selling house, cars etc...

I did negotiate the replacement of a foster child once..

Where I worked we had a young man who was a volunteer with us. He was a big strapping lad at 15 when he first came to us, typical teenager.. but nice even tho' he'd come from a rough background. He'd been placed in foster care until he was 18, with a middle aged woman who lived alone and he had been with her for about a year or so by this time.. he occasionally complained about her not allowing him to do some things, but we brushed it off as the usual teen irritations

Once he'd been with us about 6 or 9 months, he started to get a little beligerent, didn't want to do the job, but by the same token didn't want to go home.

One day he came in when it wasn't his day to work and he sat at my desk and sobbed his heart out...his whole body shook wracked with sobs.. and it all came tumbling out, how she beat him with a stick, how she locked him in his room.. how he had to climb out of the window to come to volunteer, and would pay dearly for it when he got back. How she stole the money that was given for him through the foster system for his clothing and pocket money.. and so on. How he hadn't received any birthday gifts..

That very day she came to the studio..looking for him.. and she seemed perfectly fine when she spoke to me except to comment that she didn't want him to come there any more .. and he was begging me to preend he wasn't there.. and I did... but she caught sight of him, and her whole demeanour changed and like she'd been taken over by an Alien.

I asked her to leave..and called his Social worker who came over immediately...

Longer story shorter, within 2 days he'd been placed with another family.. the difference in him within a space of just a week after being away from the first 'carer.'...was astonishing
 
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The closest I've ever gotten was my divorce mediation. The only lawyer I could afford was literally just out of law school. He was a kind and professional person, but I really wish he'd pushed some points that hadn't occurred to me.
 
The closest I've ever gotten was my divorce mediation. The only lawyer I could afford was literally just out of law school. He was a kind and professional person, but I really wish he'd pushed some points that hadn't occurred to me.
I'm going through that right now, have been for a year now... it;s torturous but it;s taken a whole year of negoitations back and forth between lawyers... *ugh*
 
Just a small one from the past...

When I was deployed to a joint exercise with the USAF and the Egyptian Air force in 1981,
we finally got a couple of days off.
Four of us visited the Pyramids at Giza and the shops in Cairo.

We stopped at one of the larger shops to buy gifts to take home.
I had my eye on a wooden jewelry box and having a Cartouche made with my name in old hieroglyphs.

Before we could find out the price of our chosen items, we drink hot tea served by the owners
family.

Anwar Sadat had died that October and above the main display counter was a framed picture of him
drapped in flowers.
We toasted his picture and the owner returned our toast, raised his glass and said, 'To John Wayne!'.

After that, we spent over an hour deciding the prices and I enjoyed every minute.
 
Just a small one from the past...

When I was deployed to a joint exercise with the USAF and the Egyptian Air force in 1981,
we finally got a couple of days off.
Four of us visited the Pyramids at Giza and the shops in Cairo.

We stopped at one of the larger shops to buy gifts to take home.
I had my eye on a wooden jewelry box and having a Cartouche made with my name in old hieroglyphs.

Before we could find out the price of our chosen items, we drink hot tea served by the owners
family.

Anwar Sadat had died that October and above the main display counter was a framed picture of him
drapped in flowers.
We toasted his picture and the owner returned our toast, raised his glass and said, 'To John Wayne!'.

After that, we spent over an hour deciding the prices and I enjoyed every minute.
John Wayne...:ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO:
 
In my career, I negotiated many many labor (labour) contracts at both the local and regional level. Also handled grievances, strikes and other contract issues.

Once, we and the Union were dealing with a regional multi-year contract. We had arrived at a general agreement and the Union's management was ready to send it to their members for a vote. One business agent at one local objected strongly to a particular feature of the agreement. He got no support for his position so he and several members who agreed with him drove to the Regional HQ and proceeded to picket their own Union. The President himself came out, gathered up their signs and sent them home.

A newspaper published a story on the event, complete with photos. For years I had one of those photos on my office wall so the business agent had to look at it every time he visited me.
 


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