Marcio Aptafurg - 19:46, 29 de setembro de 2025193
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A última assembleia dos técnicos e técnicas da FURG e IFRS abordou temas essenciais para a categoria, como o adoecimento mental dos trabalhadores, o descumprimento do acordo de greve de 2024 e os avanços da proposta de reforma administrativa no Congresso, além da ausência de reposição do orçamento das Instituições Federais de Ensino Superior (IFES). Ao final das atividades os servidores Técnico-Administrativos em Educação (TAE) decidiram, por maioria, pela aprovação de um indicativo de greve nacional a partir de 1º de outubro. A decisão contou com apenas uma abstenção e será encaminhada à Fasubra para consultar as demais entidades filiadas à federação, em busca de unidade na mobilização.
A APTAFURG informa que a secretaria do Sindicato estará APTAFURG continua com atendimento presencial da secretaria suspensocom expediente remoto apenas, devidos as condições metereológicas que se encontra RIo Grande. O atendimento está acontecendo de forma online pelos números (53)984285716 e (53)984285688.
Nesta sexta-feira, 15 de outubro, tem Atualidades no Paralelo30! Trazendo notícias e uma análise do que acontece em Rio Grande e região, assim como no Rio Grande do Sul e Brasil. Com alguns destaques internacionais e, ainda, referências de confiança de quem constrói a luta! Nessa edição já contamos com Tiago Collares, novo integrante na
Veja a lista do(a)s filiado(a)s apto(a)s a votar na eleição para a Direção do sindicato que ocorrerá por meio eletrônico do dia 13/10/2021 das 08:00 às 21:00 clicando no link abaixo:
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? ” he thought. It wasn’t a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. START READING Post With Image Gallery
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me? ” he thought. It wasn’t a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. START READING Post Without Image
