I’m headed to the Virgin Mayor’s town for another school
renaming, and it will be a test of whether or not I can actually get in.
Our poet was at the first run through, last week, but not at
the one held yesterday. This might mean she won’t be there today.
For me, this would be a good thing (and also disappointing),
but I suspect upper management would not allow her to skip such an important
event. And I don’t think she would want to miss taking credit for it either,
and gauging from the emotional turmoil she’s been in over the last few months,
she needs all the accolades she can muster.
But it is clear – from what transpired in trying to get a
press release about the event – that she still sees me as an arch enemy. This makes
me think that some of those nasty bits she sometimes inserted into some of her
poems, may indeed have been aimed at me after all – some perhaps for legitimate
reasons because I somehow stood in her way when she was still employed at our
office, perhaps as much or more for things she imagines I’ve done or thought.
She may also blame me for how exposed she has become. Again,
this is only partly my fault – at least, in regards to our former Temporary
Boss, and what I reported to our bosses when the poet accused me of stalking. But
I’m not the one who fed the bloggers, leaving it to her imagination to assume I
had.
Her imagination is her own worst enemy.
I don’t think she’s ever been this exposed and that possibly
scares her, too, especially because she seeks to reinvent herself, which is
difficult to do if everybody knows (or suspects they know) all about her.
Who does she jump to? What new shell can she adopt?
She might fear being unable to get to a new shell now that
her old shell is no longer serviceable.
I’m not even sure what her intended new profession was when
she got the position she holds now, although I suspect she was grooving up to
her PR boss (as a mentor) the way she did with us when she played cub reporter,
with the hopes of making her way up the PR ladder. This got a bit spoiled due
to the Small Man, who did his best to undermine her power, not just with us
when she was forced to resign, but also in her current position.
And for some reason, I get the impression she blames me for
that as well.
From what I can gather, she basically uses the same routine
each time she plunges into a new profession, passing herself as rookie until
she feels secure enough to take over as head honcho.
But I do recall how peeved she was when the restaurant owner
made her take training of a bartender, since her experience goes back to when
she lived in Hometown in 2002-2003 when she worked in some local bars.
She’s probably also angry at me for the press release issue about
the upcoming event, something I believe she deliberately did not send to me,
but got banged when I complained to the Congressman’s PR person – more fodder
for the Small Man to hold against her.
I didn’t mean to get her in trouble.
To say this is disheartening would be a gross
understatement, especially because I suspect that if she shows up tomorrow as I
suspect she will, it may be the last time we ever meet, and I would rather have
it come across as civil, rather than hostile.
I’m tempted not to go, though I know I can no more avoid it
than she can. We are condemned to go where fate takes us
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