Sink or swim? Jan. 11, 2013

 

I’m still getting conflicting accounts about whether or not the Small Man told our boss about her which forced her to quit.

Some insiders in the political scene said the Small Man did have the talk with our owner, and that it was our owner who read her the riot act.

I’m not about to ask our owner about it, though it would explain why he continues to find petty things to criticize me on, building his case to eventually removing me.

But if he knows why she quit, then he knows he can’t bring her back, and if he doesn’t know, then my asking about it will become one more nail in my coffin, an additional reason to get rid of me instead.

I think he doesn’t know. I think the only conversation that took place was between the Small Man and her, and it rattled her enough for her to “do the right thing.”

Although I suspect the Small Man said something else, perhaps made some other threat that inspired her to quit. Whatever else was said, the Small Man wouldn’t say.

I have to wonder if her going over to the Chief Adversary camp was as calculated as people seem. In the wake of her resignation from our office, she may have scrambled to find a place to land, even in the camp of someone she tried to embarrass while still working for us. But the Chief Adversary believes it was a calculated move on the part of RR, the Virgin Mayor and perhaps even Joey D, who themselves cling to power by the skin of their teeth – since the Small Man, the Congressman and the Neighboring Mayor no longer feel confidence with that crew.

Her recent move to Mr. C only suggests to them that her actions were intentional, although it may just be another ploy.

Freeholder M calls RR crazy as do others, perhaps inspiring her to grab onto anyone of power just to still have a place in this political merry-go-round.

“RR spins a good yarn,” Freeholder M said. “He takes people in until they get wise to him.”

Has she wised up about RR, and is desperate to find somewhere else to be before RR finally pisses off serious power brokers and sinks the whole ship?

In any case, there is a lot riding on the Virgin Mayor’s upcoming trial for everybody, leaving everybody in the end to sink or swim.

 

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