Monday, February 12, 2018

Secretary Update


FMLA UPDATE!

The State of Alaska has agreed to stipulations to no longer charge Alaska Marine Highway rotational employees family leave on their weeks off!!








Secretary Update

With only two weeks left as Secretary in the Inlandboatmen's Union of the Pacific-Alaska Region (IBUP-AK) office, I wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude to the hundreds of IBUP-AK members who have over the years sent me notes and given me gifts of halibut, salmon, smoked salmon, candy, flowers, coffee, lunches, coconut water, dried fruit and candy from the Philippines, etc. to show appreciation for the work I’ve done. I’ve never worked anywhere where I was shown such ongoing appreciation for my work and I am truly grateful.

A particular joy of mine has been members who bring in their little ones to visit with me, chatting and becoming friends with many of you, especially the ones who stop in who work in the Southwest system that I would not normally get to meet.

As a union sister I take “an injury to one is an injury to all” to heart and put my union family ahead of my own needs to the point that only a handful of times in 5 ½ years have I ever taken my Office and Professional Employees International Union (OPEIU) contractual morning or afternoon breaks and frequently gave up my lunch hour to be of assistance to members who had what they considered to be an emergency need.

I stopped counting my 2017 IBUP-AK volunteer hours on October 23, 2017 when I reached 1,000 hours. Most of those hours were spent packing up our old office and setting up our new office during non-business hours with Regional Director Stephenson (who paid for all the paint in our new office out-of-pocket as a donation) so as not to disrupt our assistance to members. In 2018, I’ve already logged 24 hours. As an OPEIU member, I choose to volunteer those hours as a union sister because the IBUP-AK Region lacks approximately 100 volunteers for positions needed to keep the region running strong and efficient. Our office frequently handles issues that would normally be handled by executive board members, ship’s delegates and department representatives on vessels, and committee members. The union should be supported as a pyramid, from the bottom up. Please remember, the union is not a physical office; you are the union. Please call one of your elected union officials today and ask what you can do to assist. 

For over a decade, the IBUP-AK Regional Directors, starting with Regional Director Tseu, who coincidentally is now our interim Director, have been dealing with the problematic way the State of Alaska calculates the federal Family Medical Leave Act (FMLA) work weeks. I appreciate the prior work on this issue Regional Director Tseu did, but as I didn't start working for IBUP-AK until Regional Director Deising took office, I can only directly speak of what I was involved with as Secretary.

The full narrative of the journey the regional office has taken to having the United States, Department of Labor filing a legal complaint in Federal District Court against the State of Alaska, Department of Transportation includes over 100 pages of emails from our office, countless hours in discussions with harmed members, numerous phone calls, meetings, research, and legal consultations. I will share a very brief synopsis:

In May 2013, Regional Director Deising filed a formal complaint with the Department of Labor, Wage and Hour Division stating we believed the State of Alaska was incorrectly calculating FMLA, resulting in the premature administrative separation of employees.

Between 2013-2015, the United States Department of Labor, Wage and Hour Division, had several staff turnovers, that made follow up on our case difficult, as not once were we directly contacted with information that our case was now in a new staff members hands without us first emailing a reminder that we wanted an update on our case. During this time, Regional Director Deising met with the State of Alaska several times to discuss the legal differences between what we understood FMLA law to be compared to their interpretation of what they believed Congress intended.

The more I witnessed Alaska Marine Highway System employees being separated due to their FMLA time prematurely expiring, the more time I spent volunteering weekends and evenings researching FMLA and related labor law court cases across the country.

When Regional Director Deising retired, I continued following up with the United States, Department of Labor, Wage and Hour revolving door of staff, repeatedly sending each new one the packet of over 100 emails pertaining to our case as nothing seemed to be passed on to each new staff member.

Of great significance is a phone call I received from the United States Department of Labor, Wage and Hour Investigator on June 5, 2015. The Investigator informed me that the investigation did not support IBUP-AK’s allegation. I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Ok”, hung up the phone and went on with my day. Of course, anyone that’s been in our office knows I would never give up on our members in that way because I live out “an injury to one is an injury to all” and treat each situation as if it was happening to me with great empathy and consideration.

What really happened is I asked the Investigator whom she interviewed? I rattled off several members’ names that had lost their jobs because of the way the State of Alaska calculated FMLA. She asked me how to spell their names. Since these were names I had provided in the formal complaint filed by Regional Director Deising there was no reason for her not to know how to spell their names. I asked about information included in the 100 pages of emails I had submitted and the Investigator had no idea what I was talking about because apparently the “investigation that did not support our allegation” never took place. We were back to square one. I insisted she not close the investigation and actually investigate all of our materials. She then requested I send her all the information I had previously sent so she could add it to our case file and continue the investigation that had never been started.

For the next several months I continued sending the Investigator more information on members having their FMLA calculated as consecutive 12 weeks, instead of only the weeks they would have been scheduled to work.

In February 2016, the Investigator called to inform us that she had concluded the investigation again and this time agreed our complaint was valid, and the next step would be our case would be forwarded to the United States Attorney's Office. The Investigator then informed me that the federal attorney’s seldom take Wage and Hour complaints to court, not to expect anything from it, and it was no longer in her hands.

In August 2017, a reporter called and asked if any of our members were involved in the federal court case recently filed. With all the various issues our office is involved with I wasn’t certain what it was about. The reporter said he would email me the case. That’s how I found out the United States, Department of Labor, Secretary of Labor; R. Alexander Acosta had taken our case: https://goo.gl/43C8oN

Our two-person office in Juneau, Alaska had successfully and against all odds, had our case accepted. If I had accepted the Investigator’s initial conclusion, we would not be in a place where our case could be the decision that prompts the United States, Department of Labor to give a nation-wide directive on how FMLA for all rotational employees should be calculated:

https://www.stridingthequarterdeck.com/can-twelve-turn-twenty-four-calculation-fmla-leave-vessel-based-employees/

On January 17, 2018, United States District Judge H. Russell Holland filed an Order denying the State of Alaska’s Motion to Dismiss:https://goo.gl/VQb5b1

My favorite quote within the Order is:

“Plaintiff’s interpretation of Section 2612(a) as it applies to rotational employees is
reasonable. Thus, plaintiff has stated a plausible claim for relief.”

The case could continue on for quite some time with back and forth motions until trial. It is my greatest hope that employees who were harmed by the FMLA miscalculation will be made whole, whether that is financially or with the return of their employment status. 

Assisting with FMLA issues was only one small part of my overall duties, but in sharing the narrative I hope you can understand the breadth of what happens behind the scenes in the regional office. Secretaries do not just sit around waiting for someone to call us to ask for their dispatcher's phone number. This may come as a surprise to some people, but professional executive secretaries have a broad scope of complex assistant duties, unlike a receptionist who has a much narrower scope of simple duties. For our members in other Region's, please stop by with a gift of appreciation for your secretary today!

My last official day is February 26. I will continue on as a casual volunteer for as long as possible to keep the office transitions running smoothly and to assist my IBUP-AK brothers and sisters.

I frequently ride the ferries and take photos as a professional photographer, many of which can be found on www.kmperryphotos.com. I look forward, as always, to seeing each of you on my ferry travels.

My memoir, Secrets of My Mountain (www.secretsofmymountain.blogspot.com) will hopefully be released next year. As you can imagine, I also now have more than enough material to write a book about my part in our fight for a fair calculation of FMLA weeks, not only for our members, but also for all rotational employees in the United States. 

An injury to one is an injury to all. 

In Solidarity Always,

Karena Perry




Friday, June 24, 2016

Perfect Timing

I'm taking advantage of some of my time recovering from my broken ankle by working on my memoir. Today I finally decided I was ready to send the first part to my book coach for line editing and revision recommendations. I am enjoying this season of my life that's unexpectedly given me the time and focus to write more. I am looking forward to sharing more of my writing with everyone in the near future. <3

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Ten Years





Ten Years

            They divorced and I packed my books, piano music, and journals to move away from the house with the chair by the kitchen window and my secret mountain. I gave my homeless friends the rest of my money and my large, well-organized bundle of bus transfer slips before hugging each of them good-bye.
            I walked across the street, turned around, and said, “Stay strong!” just before getting on the departing bus.
            When he remarried there were no more threats to have my arms or legs broken and I no longer worried I would be locked in my room at night. The New Wife guarded my boundaries and protected me in the same way my older brother had years earlier. The scabs and bruises on my arms healed and she took me shopping for short-sleeve shirts. I never asked anything of her but she always knew what I needed and it was always better than what I would have asked for myself. Whenever I had a dress-up event to attend, she always handed me her silver fox jacket and pearl necklace to borrow. I never felt I deserved to wear anything so expensive, but the look on her face as I wore it made me feel nothing less would have been right.
            The New Wife had been adopted as an infant and she told me the story of the gold Star of David she always wore around her neck. As an adult she searched for her biological parents and found out they had been a young teenage couple who were both Jewish. She gave me books about the Holocaust and we spent hours talking about the Righteous Among the Nations and what we would do if we were in a similar circumstance.
Everything I did and dreamed to do she told me was good and wonderful. Every day she hugged me and told me I was loved until one day I believed it. At seventeen, I now had a Mom.
When I was married at eighteen, my Mom bought my wedding dress, hosted my bridal shower, and helped me in the dressing room before the wedding. She graciously ran interference as the peacekeeper to keep me safe from others who wanted to bully themselves into this chapter of my life.
            Before my Mom adopted me, she raised five other children and lived in Nome, Alaska. I loved everything about my Mom and as a voracious reader, I spent the next twenty years reading every Alaskana book I could get my hands on.
             I moved to Norway and back again, raised three sons, became a homeschool activist, Boy Scout leader, Girls on the Run coach, and renovated a Victorian house. I started a non-profit rescue mission for domestic violence survivors and gave motivational speeches to create a surreptitious income to buy plane tickets to move women to shelters far away from their abusers. My Mom helped me secretly purchase $50 savings bonds every week for twelve years, before I was finally able to rescue myself and move to Alaska.
            Over the years, my non-profit work became more than simply buying plane tickets to relocate women and grew into rescuing women and children from situations around the world many people turn away from. On one of my trips I stopped off in Paris for a week. I walked the streets of Paris to honor my Huguenot ancestors who had escaped to Switzerland in the face of religious persecution. I took a train to Rouen to see where my childhood heroine, Joan of Arc had been burned at the stake. As I serenely sat beside an ancient fountain while enjoying a hot Nutella crepe I thought how wrong it was on so many levels my Mom never got to see Paris and I did.
            Almost thirty years after my Mom adopted me, I lived in Israel for three months. As I walked through Jerusalem every day, I frequently thought of my Mom’s love of her Jewish heritage. I kissed the Western Wall every Shabbat for my Mom before I slowly backed away.
Our lives intertwined in more ways than my Mom ever knew. Over the years I serendipitously adopted four daughters one by one. A deep part of me didn’t want anyone else to wait seventeen years like I had to know a mother’s love. Two of my daughters came into my life just shy of their seventeenth birthday, one was eleven and one was fourteen. My Mom’s adoption story continues to live on through my family legacy.
           In the ten years since my Mom’s passing, I've accomplished so much more than I could ever have imagined for myself. All is good and wonderful and I know my Mom is proud of me.

http://www.capitalcityweekly.com/stories/042915/ae_1246291993.shtml
http://juneauempire.com/art/2015-04-29/writers-weir-ten-years-memoir
http://49writers.blogspot.com/2015/05/alaska-shorts-ten-years.html




Thursday, April 9, 2015

Thank You, Rie




In the late 80's I lived in Stavanger, Norway, but much to my disappointment, family circumstances sent us back to living in the Seattle area. When we moved back to the US, I purchased two photo books - one of Alaska and one that had an aerial view of Juneau on the cover that reminded me of Stavanger. For the next 15 years, Alaska became my dream.

 My Mom had lived in Alaska years earlier and I wanted to experience what she didn't like about Alaska. (haha) I started reading every Alaskana book I could get my hands on - and I started collecting Rie Munoz artwork, went to her show in Seattle, etc. and grew my artistic self. When I divorced and moved to Alaska, I left behind my Munoz art collection, knowing living the life was going to be so much better than looking at it - and it has been. Running into Rie in town always became one of those little reminders that I'm living out the adventure in life some people only get to dream about. 


I briefly told Rie how much her life had inspired me at her 90th birthday party. I was blessed to see her at her granddaughter's First Friday show and took her photo with her grandmothers. Others were taking their photo and I had my camera with me, so I pulled it out and took one, not realizing the settings were incorrect. I had the chance to share a smile with her as she walked out arm in arm with her son, Juan, not knowing it was a goodbye smile and she would pass away three days later. Thank you Rie for living life with such passion and blessing us all with your beautiful art work and the legacy of your family.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

My Older Brother Was My Hero


My older brother came all the way across the country to live with us. He was four years older than I was and as much as Joan of Arc was my heroine, my older brother was my hero.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

I Found the Perfect Wall





The message was tightly rolled up with a rubber band and only an inch long. I needed to quickly stuff it into a crack without being seen. I shot several photos to give me time to think. I took a deep breath and calmly walked to the backside of the wall, knowing I had to act fast. I knew it wouldn't take much to arouse the suspicions of the soldiers patrolling the area near the border.