Thursday, October 13, 2022

Landing on her feet Nov. 2, 2012

  

 

So, she’s gotten a job as public relations person for her favorite mayor, dispelling the notion that she and her boyfriend, RR, had severed their connections with him.

She joins a rogue’s gallery of some of the most second-rate corrupt people in New Jersey politics, a group of characters from far and wide drawn to the “virgin mayor” like bears to honey, and now stuck with him as he faces criminal charges.

The fact that RR is trying to latch onto her replacement at our company suggests he hasn’t learned anything from his experience and is still desperate to use us to serve his political sabotage.

Although I’d like to think I am not the subject of her last two poems, it is clear that I am part of the storm that has left her life in ruins, snapping her calm like a thousand limbs, and part of the wind that brings internal things out and scatter them for all to see. I am also in the second poem, among the “unwelcome surprises,” that had pestered her in the dark of night.

I have not seen her in two weeks, and it has been three weeks since she expressed her hatred for me at one of our staff meetings. But the last of her stories appeared over this last weekend, as if she had never left.

Her replacement has arrived, and from my sources inside her town, she apparently has taken him under her wing, showing him the ropes, hopefully, he won’t hang himself with them.

I’m sure not all her ties with our office have been severed, and her new position clearly continue this relationship into the foreseeable future, if not as overtly as in the past, then certainly as she does her job as official spokesperson for the controversial mayor.

It would have been better for all concerned if she had moved on completely. But that’s too much to ask for, and I’m nervous about the influence she will have over the fledgling who we’ve hired to replace her. Will she become a puppet master, pulling his strings the way RR had pulled hers?

The news of her new position took everybody in the office by surprise. Fortunately, the Little Man kept the details of her departure from our owner (as well as everybody else in our office) or serious eyebrows might have been raised.

For me, it only confirms what I already knew, and perhaps expands the cast of characters trying to use us beyond RR – since those around the mayor are far more political savvy than RR ever way, seriously corrupt characters with their own agendas – people who may or may not know the role I played in her resignation.

 

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