Out of the shadows Feb. 1, 2013

  

So, what exactly is a personal assistant/PR/writer for the Virgin Mayor expected to do?

It isn’t like she any more qualified to perform such tasks, than she has been for any one of her other professions from chef to horse trainer.

I suppose with the title comes rapid on-the-job training like her boss at the restaurant required her to do when he hired her to tend bar back before any of the stuff she’s been through since.

She is a quick learner, if nothing else.

Will she be writing press releases? Considering that the mayor already has a PR guy from Newark, her job must lean more heavily on the personal assistant aspect.

She once claimed that her identity comes from what she does for a living, and I believe this.

At the same time, she’s impatient, assuming that her talents will eventually lead her to attain greatness.

She’s always in a rush, which may explain her need to – as she calls it – to trickle up. She has immense talent and yet feels the need to take short cuts.

There is the assumption here that her agenda differs from RR’s.

Both need to use the Virgin Mayor. RR wants to get back into the game, have a position of power from which he can once more make his moves, given the rank of duke or lord, while for the most part allowing the king to remain king.

Her ambition goes far beyond any of that, and I suspect she doesn’t really believe any of the political bullshit, acting out her petty role until she can find another stepping stone to advance herself beyond mere titles. If there is a crown to be had, she wants to wear it, and she isn’t the kind to want to get elected to anything.

In almost all the places she’s ever been, she always tried to rise to a position where she calls the shots, and that won’t happen when she is answerable to a mayor.

Yet each time she starts in such petty positions, she acts gung-ho, trying to prove how worthy she is, and then after a time, she gets exhausted by having to actually do the job she was hired to do, and seems to find a way to get around it, mostly be seeking a promotion.

In this case, she has inserted herself into someone else’s power pyramid, starting out ahead of other people, and from what I’ve gathered some of the mayor’s long-time supporters are blaming RR not her, though also may come to dislike her as well if she adopts an attitude of superiority as she sometimes apparently has in the past.

This resentment comes partly because everybody up there in city hall is jockeying for their own positions of power and may well see her as a threat as she slides into a slot that gives her direct access to the mayor when many others lack it.

These are the mayor’s people. How much worse does it get when it comes to his political enemies who still reside in city hall and who are constantly plotting his demise, and they may indeed see her as a weakness they can exploit.

How long before the whole thing implodes. It may already be imploding.

She gambles a lot that the Virgin Mayor will survive his current legal troubles, and may well be so damaged if he does, he won’t be able to protect her or RR.

She and RR have also come out from the shadows, and so are easy targets – which is one more reason she might want to jump ship before people realize the ship has hit an iceberg.

 

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