A similar plot June 20, 2013

 

 

Tim, our former Hometown writer from a long time ago, confirmed that he’s been seeking current and former writers from our office to help with R’s campaign for mayor.

The problem is this seems so much like what our poet tried to do last summer, using our office as a political weapon, so, I wonder if the same devious mind concocted that plot last summer as the one Tim is proposing today.

Tim has become an operative for the Democratic Party whose leadership on the state level would love to see R defeat the current progressive mayor, and he’s coming seems to be part of that effort.

I can’t say if our poet is involved in this plot to take over our office; whether she gave the idea to Tim, but even our former temporary boss has spoken to Tim, and it is from this conversation that he hatched the plot to see if I am source to GA, the hometown blogger.

But when I asked Tim if he had offered our former temporary boss a job in the R campaign, he said, no, directly contradicting what our former temporary boss told me at dinner, thus confirming my worst suspicions of him setting a trap for me.

This lie like the lie he told me last year sends up warning sirens.

But I can’t tell just who it is in the plot. Is our poet also involved with trying to expose me as GA’s alleged source?

Is the former temporary boss working with D, our hometown writer, to uncover the leak, with the idea I am the primary suspect?

Are they doing this on behalf of our poet (to get even for all the misdeeds she and they believe I have done)? Is the owner also in on this game?

This also raises the other question about how much our poet friend has divulged about my interaction with her?

If she is part of all this, I don’t see what she gains, except in long over due revenge.

Our former temporary boss’ controlled rage over the last few weeks gave him away even before he told me the fairy story about his taking on a job with the R campaign.

The fact that he so openly lied assumes he believed I would not check on the facts. It shows how sloppy he’s been and how out of control. He assumed I would run off to GA with the information without first checking on it.

Had I done so, GA would have posted it regardless, which makes her equally dangerous. There things said in her blog even I don’t approve of.

What is the matter with our former temporary boss? Is he still love sick regarding our poet?

He must be aware that he caught his cancer from her, and is trying to reconcile he’s tender feelings by finding someone else to blame – like me.

He’s scheduled to go into surgery on Friday. So, he has only two days for his plot to unfold.

While I might otherwise expect that our former temporary boss has had discussions with the male owner, only the two of them hate each other. The owner knows as much as I do about our former temporary boss’ relationship with our poet, and since he (the owner) is likely involved with her, he might hate the idea that our temporary boss might be romantically involved as well.

Those two won’t talk to each other. It is hard to know what those two tell our poet and what she tells them back.

The owner looked very angry with me when we spoke this morning. But it is difficult to know how much he really knows beyond what I confessed last July when I informed him about our poet’s threat against me.

Perhaps he believes like our former temporary boss does that I am GA’s source inside our office and is waiting for the truth to come out so he can fire me. But I suspect the owner knows nothing about this plot by our former temporary boss, otherwise the owner might have warned him off of it.

Do either of them, the former temporary boss and the owner, confide in our poet at all, about me, or about anything in the office?

I can’t help get the feeling everybody is looking at me, waiting for me to make some kind of mistake.

And if this plot fails – as it inevitably will – what will this crew of misfits think up next?

 


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