Sentences with phrase «lobby clients last»

The Mason Tenders also made a rare appearance as one of the state's top - spending lobby clients last year; as a group it supported spent nearly $ 1.3 million in the first six months in support of a prevailing wage requirement in an attempt to renew 421 - a tax credits.

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The lobbyist whose wife rented a bedroom in a Capitol Hill condo to EPA Administrator Scott Pruitt says he met with Pruitt last July with the charitable arm of pork processor Smithfield Foods Inc., despite earlier saying he hadn't lobbied the agency on behalf of clients in the past year.

Last year, 1,559 lobby clients spent $ 50,000 or more, about a hundred of whom disclosed; 1,393 spent between $ 15,000 and $ 50,000.

Harold M. Ickes, a longtime friend and mentor of Mayor Bill de Blasio, delivered about $ 13,000 in donations last week to the mayor's re-election campaign, on the day that one of his lobbying clients received the de Blasio administration's go - ahead to hold a lucrative music festival in New York City.

Harold Ickes, a veteran political consultant and longtime friend and mentor of de Blasio, delivered about $ 13,000 in donations last week to the mayor's re-election campaign — the same day that one of his lobbying clients received the de Blasio administration's go - ahead to hold a lucrative music festival in New York City.

On the last day of session, lawmakers rapidly passed a bill that increased disclosure requirements on a number of non-governmental entities such as independent expenditure committees, lobby clients and political consultants.

ALBANY — The list of New York's ten largest lobby clients in 2015, released by the Joint Commission on Public Ethics last month, showed that spending was dominated by some relatively new players on the political scene.

Since Mark - Viverito took power last year, Pitta Bishop has been paid more than $ 3.3 million by clients to lobby council members, including the speaker, to get mostly pro-union laws passed.»

He rented a condo for $ 50 a night — well below market value — from the wife of an energy lobbyist who met with Pruitt last July and lobbies EPA on behalf of his clients.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.