One of the other writers is leaving from the main office.
The two owners came down to see me at the auxiliary office to tell me they will not be offering me the position.
So, it appears I’ll be stuck here for eternity, which I already expected and so I’m not greatly disappointed.
They made it clear that it would be a bad idea for me to work at the main office full time considering the issue I raised with them two weeks ago. But they gave me a consolation prize, telling me I could spend more time there provided it doesn’t increase tension.
It is something I will not likely due until I come back from vacation.
The whole birthday issue still haunts me.
GA told me how to track people who come to my blog, and I’ve found that the volume of hits has increased after the birthday debacle, especially from her or someone close to her, perhaps looking for more evidence she or they can use against me.
I knew when I wished her happy birthday she would freak out, I just didn’t expect a nuclear reaction. My friend, Mary Ann, again pointed to her need to maintain control.
I still don’t know if either of my owner told her anything about my meeting with them. They should have at least interviewed her to get her side of the story. I know she spoke with the male owner about her possibly getting a raise and that he’s given her extra assignments in order to accommodate her.
The birthday reaction changed the dynamic, where as her family and friends threatened me directly, rather than the vague legal action she’d implied before.
I get the feeling other people are advising her, as suggested by the poem she posted the other day, and that she doesn’t always listen to them.
This may explain the sudden the ruthlessness she never had before.
Either she had two distinct personalities, or there is something very ruthless advising her, going places she would not go on her own.
I’m still not certain if I was actually interacting with her using three phones or three different people during the Birthday thing – but those three seemed out of character with the poet and person from earlier in the year, one who could not even cut off her New York City stalker, or even the many stalkers that preceded him.
Even in her most enraged poems, she refrained from being mean-spirited. The three texting me – if they were three – are vicious people, not at all as clever as they wanted to come off during the exchange. They had set a trap that didn’t work and resorted to threats as a result.
Anyway, I thanked the owners for their honesty, and buckled down to a life in exile.
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