Nowhere else to go Jan. 15, 2013

 

 My best guess about yesterday’s poem may not be enough.

It is possible that she is suspects that she’s in a no-win situation, and that she is biased when it comes to dealing with those she’s involved with. But there she is getting something out of it, attention, affection.

She clearly believes that she had done the right and proper things and is perhaps a bit overwhelmed by the conflicts she engaged in, and really has no place else to go or anyone else she can count on.

RR is still in the mix although I’m not sure he’s the center piece. His marriage has fallen apart because he can’t stop cheating, even though his wife recently bore him a second child.

Does the poem reflect any of this?

I keep thinking of the poem she wrote over the summer about looking at an infant and wonder if she was looking at his kid, and whether she somehow feels culpability for the destruction of his marriage?

This brings me back to the central question of whether or not she as naïve as she sometimes seems, and whether or not RR has been manipulating her to become a tool for his agenda.

Did he talk her into it.

I keep thinking about the old woman who she met on a cruise back a decade ago, who taught her how to survive in the world.

Can she, a woman who has learned the ropes and worn out so many daily planners, be taken in by someone so obviously a con man as RR is.

I keep thinking about our former Temporary Boss, and how he ached to protect her, how she gave him what he wanted by letting him become her mentor, a kind of passive aggressive manipulation that would make her immune to the guiles of someone like RR.

I do believe she is desperate for love, regardless of how hardened and street smart she has become, and this may well make her vulnerable to someone like RR, who plays to that part of her so very, very well.

She is not savvy the way he is savvy. She does not know the political landscape as well as he does.

She must rely on him to guide her through the web of political deceit, because he may well be the only one who answers her cries in the night – if indeed he is feeding her what she needs.

But who is the savvier, I can’t tell. While she may think she is trickling up, she is in a cesspool with people who might well abandon her the moment she ceases to have a use for them – and that includes RR.

Again, she clearly can’t come back to our office.

The Virgin Mayor hired her at $30,000 a year with full benefits, up from the starting salary at our office of somewhere around $18,000.

RR, Joey D and others appear to think they are getting something for their money, a Mata Hari who can reach out to her political contacts in order to help the Virgin Mayor stay in power.

What happens when they find out, as the Small Man pointed out, she really has no political contacts, or at least not as many as RR and his cohorts hope for?

 

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