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You Are Invited To: An Open House At Cascade
on Thursday, August 30, 2012
The Association’s Board and Staff invite you to an open house honoring Patrice Altenhofen for her years of unsurpassed leadership at Cascade as she hands over the presidential baton to Gayle Klampe.
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Flurry of Harassment Settlements Sends Signal to Employers
on Friday, August 24, 2012
In just over a two week stretch this summer, the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC) settled eight harassment claims and had another court ruling in its favor. Although harassment awareness training is not legally required in Oregon, for all intents and purposes it should be considered as such.
Communication Is Like Golf
on Tuesday, August 14, 2012
I grew up in a house in San Francisco where golf seemed like the most important activity in the world. My father, a policeman, was on the swing shift and did not spend a lot of time with my brother and me, but when he did, we talked, practiced and played golf. For 30 years, my father played every Friday with the same foursome (his team). We practiced putting in the living room. When my brother reached high school, he joined the golf team and became “first man.” He even developed a booklet about putting with photos in it.
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You Are Invited To: An Open House At Cascade
The Association’s Board and Staff invite you to an open house honoring Patrice Altenhofen for her years of unsurpassed leadership at Cascade as she hands over the presidential baton to Gayle Klampe.
Flurry of Harassment Settlements Sends Signal to Employers
In just over a two week stretch this summer, the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (EEOC) settled eight harassment claims and had another court ruling in its favor. Although harassment awareness training is not legally required in Oregon, for all intents and purposes it should be considered as such.
Communication Is Like Golf
I grew up in a house in San Francisco where golf seemed like the most important activity in the world. My father, a policeman, was on the swing shift and did not spend a lot of time with my brother and me, but when he did, we talked, practiced and played golf. For 30 years, my father played every Friday with the same foursome (his team). We practiced putting in the living room. When my brother reached high school, he joined the golf team and became “first man.” He even developed a booklet about putting with photos in it.