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Fragile, handle with care March 7, 2014

 

The freeholder (and arch enemy of the Virgin Mayor) not only insists that our poet got fired, but that the administration has already replaced her.

This might explain the woman I saw taking pictures at the International Women’s Day event last week.

(this is more than a little insulting since holding the event was the poet’s idea along with the woman commissioner, and holding it again without our poet’s input seems a bit crass).

The reason for her firing (if she was fired) remain a mystery, a lot of theories, but no facts, the most popular claiming she snooped through the mail, found out Olivo got a raise when she wanted one, and the shit hit the fan.

As pointed out earlier, if this is true, and we got fired for snooping in the mail, this must have been a significant blow to her ego that sent her into a tail spin.

It is difficult to tell how much she confides in her therapist, and whether she spins tales the way she used to do with our office gossip. Perhaps the therapist reads more into what is not said and realizes that the issue goes far beyond just a job.

The biggest step our poet took was admitting she had an eating disorder, and confessing this to her therapist, thus setting into motion of dealing with it and other issues our poet faces.

Fired or not, she clearly went into a downward spiral, possibly as serious as those she had to deal with on her roof top, yet somehow with the help of her therapist and others she was able to get treatment, far out of the danger zone of his nasty political world we live in. I expect she will get back to some level of stability and perhaps even come up with a cure for her eating disorder.

But her journal shows how conflicted she still is, the fad diet from last year doing battle with her eating disorder, while her real self (the one living in borrowed shells) gets tugged in this direction and then that, leaving her even more confused than before. On top of all that is the romance that went sour. True love can be a bitch when it falls apart.

How she will come out in the end is another unanswered question. Some people’s loves aren’t completely transformed in two weeks or a month, or even three months, despite the claims clinics like hers might make.

Sooner or later, she will have to return to the real world, with real problems, and if the freeholder is right, without a job or career, putting even more pressure on her fragile ego. Tossed from the nest, she might even be more vulnerable.

 


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