The mouse trap game June 19, 2013

 


 

It’s a trap; but whose trap is it?

At dinner with our former temporary boss, he confirmed he’s still in contact with our poet.

Unfortunately, he thinks he’s clever and fed me information about his plans to work for R in the upcoming Hometown election. I might have believed it if only because of my suspicion that our poet is also working for R. But our former temporary boss rarely sounds convincing when he does things like this, making me think he’s still enraged about our poet being forced to resign last October, and would like to get me to compromise myself by feeding this phony bit of information to GA, the Hometown blogger.

He has no poker face and so I can clearly see him biting back his rage over the last couple of weeks – just the way he looked a year ago when I threw him under the bus by telling our poet that we had met and talked about her (still one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done.) I’m just not sure what he thinks I’ve done this time to deserve such rage, motivating him to set me up.

He is obsessed with getting GA, perhaps because of all the stuff she posts about what transpires in our office, even going as far as to suggest romantic connection between him and the poet, and the poet with our owner as well. Where she got this information, I don’t know, but clearly our former temporary boss believes I’m the one doing it, and he hopes I’ll carry back this false information about him working for R in order to incriminate me – since I’ll be the only person he’s told.

Last year, when he still served as temporary editor, he employed the Hometown writer to go after GA, perhaps because of what she posted about him and the poet, although he claimed he disliked bloggers that spread misinformation.

What went wrong is still in dispute. Our former temporary boss claimed the writer – a young kid who didn’t last through the summer – had been too heavy-handed in going after GP, and so alerted her as to our office’s intentions, asking a host of questions which backfired when GA came after us first. He never ran the story, even though the owner kept asking at each week’s meeting.

The owner hated GP nearly as badly as our temporary boss, also convinced someone inside our office is feeding her, and this tip about our former temporary boss about his working for R would go along way to proving I’m the source and would appease his rage by getting me fired.

Our temporary boss took a significant hit to his ego, partly because GA continued to taunt him, and partly because he just didn’t know how to pull the trigger, blaming the writer rather than himself.

I did tip GA about R recruiting some of our current and former writers to work on his campaign, and our former temporary boss knows I did. He just can’t prove it and so concocted this lie about his being recruited to lure me out into the open (or as our poet once pointed out, I’m clever and illusive.

But I’m not sure what exactly is his motivation. He is embarrassed by his inability to bring down GA, or for what I did to him last year with the poet, telling her we talked about her, when he clearly wanted to keep that secret from her.

Clearly, from what he told me last night, he is often on GA’s site, checking on what latest bit of gossip she is spreading.

How much a voice in all this our poet has, I can’t tell. She must be aware of what GA is saying about her, and where some of the information is coming from outside our office.

Fortunately, our former temporary boss is so heavy-handed, I saw his story about R for what it is.

He also fed me a story about his once being busted for pot, and that he had been charged as a draft dodger, more information if posted by GA would point to me, and which he can take back to the boss if it was to appear on GA’s blog.

Fortunately, I have no intention of feeding GA any of that, and I expect everybody will be waiting with bated breath for a long, long time before they realize their trap did not work.


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