I knew rooming with Rahm was going to have some repercussions. But wow, I didn't see this one coming.
I was in the morning briefing, just scrolling my own business, letting Big Guy follow the agenda on my screen, when I notice Rahm and Gibbsy giving each other a look. That can't be good ... ever, I'm thinking. Then Gibbs drops the bombshell. "S-S-Sir," he stutters to The Boss, "about tomorrow night. We're thinking ... all of us ... it's a group decision ... everyone agrees wholeheartedly ... that you should do the press conference, without, you know, um, your 'aide.'" He did little quote marks with his fingers when he said, "aide" like none of us knew who he was talking about. Big Guy, to his credit, said he'd take the suggestion under advisement.
I knew it was a mistake making Gibbs a "staffer with privileges." Like me and Rahm and a couple of others, he's one of the few who can walk into the Oval without an appointment. While it would be easy to just think that this was Gibbs asserting himself, I see Rahm's hand behind this little power play.
That's okay, though. I'll get my revenge soon enough. I short-sheeted Rahm's bed this morning before I left.