Tipping point? Jan. 8, 2012

 

 

I’m not being paranoid.

Normally, I don’t subscribe to conspiracy theories. But I’ve watched the owner go through this routine often enough with other people to recognize when he is pulling the same routine on me.

It’s called reaching the tipping point.

The owner builds a case against you by emphasizing a lot of small things, adding them up until he can make it seem like there is too much against you for him to keep in his employ.

When you see this happening, the best thing to do is move on before the ax falls.

The question is: why is he doing this to me?

And is it already too late for me to do anything about it? Does it have anything to do with her? Is he blaming me for making her resign?

I believe I might have provoked her by posting photos of the main office and claiming I was finally free to return there again.

I wasn’t gloating, but it might have seemed that way to her.

Gloating is always a mistake because it always inspires retribution.

Although we no longer have any contact, I have to be careful not to read things into her poetry and react accordingly. She is a clever enough poet to seed things in her poems that I might think of as proof, but she can easily deny later if I attempted to use her poems as proof of anything.

That a road to paranoia I must avoid at all costs, whether there is any truth to her baiting me or not.

Again, rumors claim she might return to the paper, and since the owner has no idea as to why she left in the first place, he might well feel the need to get rid of me to accomplish it. Such might even me a condition she might impose for her return.

Frankly, I think she would be crazy to come back with or without me here. There is no advancement here, and most likely, she’s probably getting paid a lot better as the Virgin Mayor’s personal assistant than she’ll ever make here.

The one caveat is the mayor’s upcoming criminal trial. She and RR need him as mayor, and if he goes down, they might not have a future in that place either.

The Virgin Mayor is the source of their power. He has all the wealth.

Even the owner might get swayed by the promise of getting a piece of that action, provide he doesn’t have to stick his toes too deeply into that muddy water.

She and RR are gambling on the mayor surviving, not just the criminal charges, but a later election, and that they will get their just rewards if they remain loyal to him (though RR is only loyal when there’s an advantage to himself).

If this is the case, then she has no reason to return to our office, and the owner’s sudden building a case against me is for some other reason.

Of course, her demise (along with RR’s) is if someone else gets between her and the mayor, and she might have to find a new rocking horse to ride, possibly Joey D?

 

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