Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 04

Holly's Sales Training Ch. 04

---How to deal with disrespectful customers and control your emotions---

Hey there, Holligans! Back again, bringing the bang! Are you ready for a trés chic newsflash? I got lots to tell you guys! But first, I brought you an overview of all the different comments and DMs I've received.

*IAmClawdeen: Oh bae! U okae? That drubbing sounded horrible! That old f**ker needs to arrive in the 21st century. Spankings are so outdated. U know, revenge is a dish best served cold! I'm sure ur determined enough to make sure he gets his come-uppance! Wtvr, ur fashion tips n reblogs are still the best out there. So stay tres chic, bae!*

"SirBelty: Your boss just saved your job and gave you good advice and what did you do? Nothing, no gratitude, no humility. So typical for generation whine. You should ask for a daily maintenance spanking.*

Oh yeet! Oh yikes! See? My fashion fam represents the full spectrum. Some comments are encouraging and some disparaging. Some are approving and some disagreeing. Welcome to the internet! I sus my chic clique is super diverse with different backgrounds and ages and stuff like that. So fire!

Nywy, you don't need to worry about my bottom! I got thick skin (literally and not literally). Granted, it was hella hard to get out of bed after everything that happened yesterday. No wonder with the way my backside felt. The radiating red glow might have ceased over night, but my round rump was still insanely sensitive. No matter what, I was real proud that I made it to work on time and didn't need an unpaid day off. #PlayHardWorkHarder

NTL, there was a minor problem with the uniform. Remember the instruction for male customers? By now, it had become so routine that I hardly gave it a thought anymore. Today, however, it was special bc the wetlook booty shorts legit lived up to their name. In fact, they were so short that you could see some of the marks on my lower buns when I pulled the green top up and tied it to a knot. That's a yikes! #BattleScarsChallenge

TGIF! Today is Friday and you know what that means, right? Yeah, sadly not another visit from the big boss! Instead, we were real busy at the store! Ever since the expansion, business has been booming, not to say our performance has been brilliant. This week, however, our sales were significantly lower than ushe. So, we had to do something about it.

Obs, Matt realized that sales were bad, bc he acted more driven and dramatic than ever (which meant his brotalk became even more obnoxious and insufferable). It also led to him activating his band of bros. As a result, one of Matt's fratmates came to the store during lunch time. As it turned out, he was looking for a Valentine's present for his new girlfriend, so a lingerie set was on fleek, right? It basically suggests itself bc duh! #ValentineSpecial

Remember, I had promised Mr. von Stein to improve my relationship with his son (aka the store manager). That's why I tried to support him and took over the sales advice. Since Tia was on break nywy, I was the only one who could offer a female pov. However, I quickly regretted it. In fact, I loathed the young dude from the first sec. Sorry, not sorry!

BION, but the fratboy was so extra that it was real cringe. He was actually a swole jock and legit hypebeast wrapped up in one frat star. Consequently, he looked like he had just stepped out of a 'frat fashion 101' catalog. No kidding! When he told me that his name was Chet, I almost groaned in disbelief. Does anyone else know a more cliché fratboy name? Thought so!

Nvm the stereotypes, the dudebro managed to top that first impression when he started bragging that Matt was his role model. Not only was he doing the most to earn the douchebro's respect, but he was also trying too hard with the brotalk. Just when I thought he couldn't be any more extra, he lifted his arm. As a result, the sleeve of his polo shirt slid up and revealed a tattoo on the inside of his upper arm. My jaw dropped when I saw the tat in all its gory glory. A hundo p! It wasn't just any kinda ink, but the words 'Bros B4 Hoes'. I can't even with this player-in-training! #BadInkspiration

My dislike was cemented forever! Sure thing, the youngster had to pick the exact white vinyl bra set that I had modeled for Mr. von Stein. You can't make this stuff up! But wtvr! It was too much for me. I couldn't do it! I couldn't let this wannabe macho crack sexist jokes and talk down to me while I was wearing my boss' outfit. The memory was too strong. The reminder was too intense. Bet! #MemoryLane

ICYMI, I refused. Believe it or not, but I went into Matt's office and straight up told him to his face that I wouldn't do it. Everyone has that one line they wouldn't cross, and this was mine. My supervisor was completely sympathetic and understanding... said no one ever! Instead, the royal jerk wasn't amused, just like his little minion. No matter what, I had made my decision and didn't waver. Sometimes, you gotta make a stand. Period! #StandYourGround

Nywy, I tried to be nice about the rejection bc he was still a young dude. So, I offered an alternative by suggesting he stay and wait for Tia's return. After all, my busty boo looked insanely hot and was legit into the fratlife. She would have been all over the moon if she had seen the tattoo. Bet! No matter what, it didn't work. Showing him a few pics from my friend's social medias didn't help, either. In the end, it turned into a costumer lost and a blow to Matt's reputation among the frat squad. #FratPrestige

IMHO, the financial downside was way worse. But what do I know about business, right? Much more important was the reaction of my mean manager! Even though Dickhead Matt looked hella upset, he let the matter rest for the time being. At first glance, that was surprising. At second glance, though, there was good reason to it bc I had receipts! After all, my intervention with his dad had earned him the promotion to store manager. So, I had real clout! Frankly, he should thank me, not come at me! You know the line 'nothing's so hard as a man's ingratitude'? So true! #NoGoodDeed

So, what do you say fashion fam? Am I succeeding in slowly educating these disrespectful boys and teaching them manners? It's a work in progress, but still...

---How to control your temper before it controls you---

*Eagerrrl: Oh, hun! I agree that good manners are essential. But sum men will be resistant to ur guidance no matter what. U can't teach an old dog nu tricks. There's a lotta truth to that. Sorry, hun!*

*BushMaster55: Haha! Look who's getting to know the harsh realities of life. Legions of women have been tryin to teach their men since the beginning of time. But men ain't dogs! It didn't work before n it won't work now. But don't fret! There are good men out there. They just don't look like your bad boys. You're seeking tigers n lions, so don't whine when they roar at you.*

Oh wow! Looks like I hit a nerve with my Holligans! It mosdef seems to be a heated debate. Several points were made, and it will probs never be settled. Nywy, I just want to add my two cents that I'm not so naïve to believe in rapid change. It takes time and only works step by step. Still, we have to start somewhere, even if it's in a retail store, right? #AlwaysForwardNeverBackwards

IAC, I have clearly given up on seeing any change in our resident fratboy ever. Today only reinforced my opinion! After lunch, our sales hadn't much improved. So, our skeevy supervisor decided to help out on the floor and personally advise some customers. OFC, that worked out just fine... said no one ever! Instead, the douchebro focused on the few middle-aged couples who visited the store and managed to give each of them terrible advice on truly age-inappropriate clothing. The end result? They all stormed straight out of the store, never to return. Bet! #SelfDoSelfHave

It's fair to say that watching the son-by-profession try to make sales was a trainwreck. Deadass! You wanted to look away, but you couldn't! Still, it wasn't as fun as it sounds, bc we were losing revenue left and right and it was our manager's fault. Real talk! The longer I watched his clumsy sales attempts, the less I could hide my annoyance. In the end, I couldn't help but roll my eyes hard. And ofc, he called me out for it stat. #StickToWhatYouKnow

"You think you could do better?" The toxic troll asked, high-key annoyed. "I bet you'd go-ahead n throw some s**t in their face."

"Sure, I can." I instantly clapped back. "Hell, I'm proving it all the time."

FOH! I was right and I knew it! Blame me if you like but I was still in a mood from yesterday's events. So, my bratty reaction was hardly surprising. Then again, the memory of the savage spanking reminded me of what my boss had said. I had promised to give his son a fair chance to prove his worth as store manager. My respect for the old-school owner commanded me to stick to it. And yet, I had thrown shade far too rashly.

YMMV, but I felt low-key guilty! Even though I was firmly resolved to be less emotional, my temper had gotten the better of me once again. My bad! As you can see, I'm still learning. Looks like I still need the staunch patriarch and his strict guidance bc there's work to be done. #WorkingOnABetterMe

"What about this?" I made a half-hearted suggestion. "We both advise the next customer. Let's see who can make the sale."

TBH, it wasn't much of a bet. Does everyone else think I was the runaway favorite here? I certainly did! Still, I pretended to treat Matt like a worthy contender, praising his recent efforts while raising his profile by affiliation. No matter what, the obnoxious jerk was far too proud to show the slightest bit of hesitation. His ego wouldn't allow him to weasel out of the bet. No cap! #AttitudeAF

"OK, Holly honey! Only problem... what you got to offer as wager?" Matt tried to sound as confident as possible. "I could bet your whole month's salary without batting an eyelash."

Oh jeez! What a total jerk move! I guess our resident fratboy wanted to sound powerful, but he only came across as arrogant. Once a douche, always a douche, right? For sure, my skeevy supervisor knew how to trigger me with just a few words. In fact, he was like a red rag to me! A hundo p! #Swagalicious

OFC, you know I can't afford that kinda money for a bet. And yet, this was easy cash. The bag was practically secured bc my win was all but assured. Whatevs! It didn't matter! The toxic troll and his pretentious boasting incensed me to a point that I had no other choice. I simply had to follow my sense of justice. Somebody had to put the trust fund baby in his place. And that somebody was me! Period! #LetsGetThisBread

"Easy!" I retorted. "If I win, I get to wipe that grin off your face."

Oh wow! Does anyone else know how it feels to see your archrival lose his cool? Simply put, awesome! I had wished to smack the smug off his face for too long. So, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity! No matter what, I hadn't really meant it. Obs, it was a joke! That wasn't too hard to understand, was it? #SeriouslyNotSerious

"Ditto!" The douchebro accepted without hesitation, making me cringe from the terrible accent.

Oh yikes! Matt hadn't caught my drift! Unlike me, he was dead serious! Dang it! B4 I realized that he meant business, the bet was already made. No way to back out without losing face! Tough luck, but OK! I would have been too proud to back-pedal nywy. But I didn't even get the chance, bc the next customer entered the store at that very moment. Literally on cue!

What a surprise! It was a woman in her early thirties. Ever since the brand split, that was pretty unushe for our clientele. Nevertheless, it was a lucky coincidence! It made me real happy bc it strengthened my faith in victory. This was gonna be a walk in the park. Let's face it, the royal jerk had no clue how to deal with confident career ladies. #EmancipatedConfidence

IAC, the power woman was looking for a gift to make her husband's birthday a memorable celebration. So, the choice was easy. The most erotic piece of lingerie I know is a garter belt. Nothing compares to the pure hotness of seeing the belt and the thin straps connected to a pair of sheer stockings. Any man would be counting his lucky stars to see his wifey dressed like this. Bet! #GreatMindsThinkAlike

Everything went as expected! The lady's reaction showed that I hit the mark with my suggestion. By contrast, Dickhead Matt acted exactly as anticipated. He chose something that was way too bold and way too blunt. More precisely, he suggested a sheer g-string with a sequined butterfly front and a crotchless panties. Men are simple creatures, he argued, and the crotchless string offers fun without all the circumstances. If you want to be real feisty, he advised the customer, let him in on your little naughty secret in a public place, such as a restaurant. After all, anticipation is the greatest foreplay, and it turns any hubby into a raging bull. #Manspective

BION, this wasn't the end of it! Matt had to go one better. As the final nail in the coffin, he suggested the color pink for the blonde woman. What an overflex! The douchebro legit argued that it would serve as a signal color for men. A little glimpse of pink on the way to the restaurant might do wonders, he argued to close the deal. Oh, come on! No respectable women would flash her pink panties in public. Period!

Oh yeet! Let's break out the swab and wipe the smug grin off Matt's face. I was born ready for that! You bet! In my mind I was already doing a happy dance! This was gonna be sick! And long overdue! #FTW

And then my jaw dropped! The business lady acted completely against her own best interests. For whatever reason, she chose the crotchless panties, even though they were high-key tacky and low-key sassy. What a swerve! Unbelievable, but true!

Holy mother of...! The feeling when I looked at my fellow female. I was shell-shocked! But her reaction was even more unhinged! This confident, empowered woman only giggled in response. I can't even with the ladyverse! To make matters worse, my kindness had gotten me in this predicament. Ironically enough, it happened bc I tried to keep my promise to Mr. von Stein. Paying compliments and respect to his incompetent son had legit backfired. Say what you will, but I had been too nice! No cap! #WickedGame

So, tell me, my Holligans! Were you as shook as me about the lady's decision? As fellow fashionistas, you surely agree that it was a bad move on her part, don't you? XOXO

---How to settle an argument when it feels like you'll never agree---

*AnniDoll: Sorry to break it to you, holly hun. Youre [sic] a nice girl but a bit naive. The wifey chose Matts [sic] outfit cause she wants to spoil her man. Your manager told her what a man wants from his wife in the bedroom. You told her what a high-class escort would wear to a date. Sorry, but life's not pretty woman.*

Oh sheesh! Getting negative feedback from a fellow female makes it that much more impactful. You might have a point, though. Maybe, I was a bit naïve in that regard. However, it's kinda cute to believe in a better world, isn't it? BTW, I love pretty woman, so I take it as a low-key compliment. Yasss!

*Cliff_the_Stiff: C'mon, c**t! You lost control mainly because you're a stupid cock hole. Maybe you should just stick to what you're good at - folding and filing. When you get that wrong then just fall back on trying to get through life by s**king and f**king. #StickToWhatYouKnow #SemiProfessionalCumDump'*

Oh, Stiffy, another try and another fail! I'm neither good at filing nor at organizing stuff. That's why I'm not a secretary but a creative fashion designer! No cap! Granted, I was too confident and overplayed my hand there. But wtvr! These things happen! After all, I'm young and still learning. I feel like I'm getting a crash course in cold reality and hardworking life. But hey, better it happens at an internship than later at the workplace. At least, I'm evolving! That's the most important part, isn't it? So, let's look forward!

BTT, the inevitable happened and quick! Our resident fratboy approached me as soon as the woman had left the Vonderstore. My feels when I looked at his evil grin. I held my breath! My face when he reached out. I brazed myself for impact! I still couldn't believe it was happening. This was ridiculous! And yet, I was frozen in shock. That's why I didn't move when Matt's hand reached my face.

But then he patted my cheek. No kidding! He was real soft and hella gentle! Strike me pink! I was so perplexed that I almost lost faith. He didn't slap me or give me a smack upside the head. Nothing but a bit of caressing. So weird! #ColorMeSurprised

"See? I'm not my old man, I'm nothing like that strict-ass motherf**ker." He told me.

Holy smokes! I had seen that coming... said no one ever! To be frank, the statement shocked me more than anything else. But weirdly, it had a calming effect on me. Matt's douchebaggery already felt like a slap in the face, so I wasn't keen on getting a bunch of real slaps from the douchebro. Deadass!

IMA, it surprised me how much the trust fund baby wanted to distance himself from his overbearing father. In fact, it wasn't hard to see that the patriarch was a dominant figure looming over every aspect of his son's life. And yet, most ppl seem to point to the similarities between the two. In my eyes, however, there are several significant differences. Both are alpha males and macho men, that much is clear. But aside from that, their brand of dominance is completely different. Matt is more of a bully, constantly belittling 'his girls' with sexist jokes. His father, otoh, is more of a strict master who demands obedience. You can guess twice which style I prefer. Duh! #TwoSidesOfTheSameCoin

Wtvr! It didn't matter if Matt was determined to cut his own path or not. He certainly wasn't gonna let this success go to waste. The result gave him the right to declare the debate over. In his opinion, there was no longer any doubt that his sales skills were superior to mine. That's why he let me feel his superiority as bluntly as possible. Straight away, he sent me to the storeroom to do a menial repricing task. Ugh! That assignment was worse than any other punishment. And I oop!

NGL, I would have preferred him to call his father. The patriarch would have found a better punishment, for sure (and I say that while my butt's still burning, fyi)! What annoyed me the most, however, was the fact that I had dug this hole for myself! I had no one else to blame but me. My own temper had made me do it. Big fail! #MyOwnWorstEnemy

So, what's your take on it, my fashion fam? Do you agree that the punishment was the worst, or do you think Dickhead Matt left me off the hook too easy? BRB

---How to deal with an overactive sense of responsibility---

*Anonymous: F**k me sideways! That's supposed to be a punishment? You gotta be s**tting me! That's the upper limit of your abilities. Nothing else! The guy got no balls! He shoulda learned from his dad and given you a proper ass whooping. This time in fronta the store! Man, kids these days! So sawft!*

Oh, my Holligans! Are you legit? You only have two opinions! Either a spanking or a throating. I'm so done with you! OTOH, these are probs the exact two options Mr. von Stein would have chosen. So, respect to you guys! BTW, Mr. Anon here had the most creative suggestion. Nice idea, but never gonna happen. Take the L!

OK, my fashion fam! I gotta admit something. You got me! I was teasing you with the consequences. OFC, there was more to it than the repricing task bc duh! I just wanted to see how you'd react. Gotta keep you on your toes, right? And boy, you didn't disappoint. #TeaserTuesday