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July 17, 2006 | by  | in News |
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Union Watch

Keeping an eye on student violation

WE HERE at Union Watch are seriously concerned for the mental health of Union Operations Manager Catriona McBean. Our suspicion was first aroused when, several weeks ago, she told Salient that the price of jugs at the Mount Street Bar was going up to $8, then a week later announced they were going up to $12, and denied she had ever said it would cost $8. Then, last week when a Salient reporter requested an interview, she told the reporter she was unavailable because she was in a meeting. What concerned us most was that there was no one else in her office at the time. Is McBean conducting negotiations with people not visible to the average human eye? Or is the pressure of her job beginning to get to her? Does she have headlice? Only time will tell.

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Salient is a magazine. Salient is a website. Salient is an institution founded in 1938 to cater to the whim and fancy of students of Victoria University. We are partly funded by VUWSA and partly by gold bullion that was discovered under a pile of old Salients from the 40's. Salient welcomes your participation in debate on all the issues that we present to you, and if you're a student of Victoria University then you're more than welcome to drop in and have tea and scones with the contributors of this little rag in our little hideaway that overlooks Wellington.

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