Holly’s Sales Training Ch. 05

Tell me, my fellow fashionistas, have you ever been to Rome? Not to generalize, but us donne feroce prefer form-fitting looks that show-off our curves. We also find heels a lot more flattering than flats. And we skillfully use extraordinary accessories as guiding lights to direct ppl's glances. Long story short, it's all about showing curves rather than skin! And now, it's my purpose to add the fierce roar to that style. #HearMeRoar

So, what do you think about my new direction in life and fashion? My goal is to become an innovator of moda feroce. That's on fleek, isn't it? BBIAS

---How to stop falling for jerks or how to deal with them subtly---

*Anonymous: C'mon, b!tch! That a$$ ain't made for flipping burgers. You should start takin pole dance lessons cos we all know your next job will be strippin in a shake joint.*

Oh, man! Do you know me, Mr. Anon? You're right about me never working in a burger joint. So not my vibe! I'd slay it in the looks department rocking the uniform better than anyone else, but I didn't go to college to settle for a job I could have done straight out of high school. There's gotta be better jobs, and there'll be better jobs. Bet!

BTW, you're also right about the pole dancing... sorta. In truth, Tia and I have flirted with the idea of taking dance lessons a few times. But just for fun and not as a career choice. With all the spare time I have now, however, this could be a dope way to lift my spirits, don't you think guys?

*BellaDonna: Hey Holly! Correct me if I'm wrong, but my understanding is that you'd like to continue working in sales. Have you thought about building a network? Even if companies aren't officially hiring, there are always possibilities if you know people with connections. What about your old colleagues or the former sales manager?*

Oh wow! Are you a career coach, Miss Donna? That life hack is fire! In fact, it got me thinking. Clout is important, so I already scheduled a trip to the new Vonderstore. Let's get this network thing started! #Netwerking

BTW, clout's not only important for success but also for social support. I need to feel like I'm not alone in this fight, so I got in touch with some old friends from high school to start the networking in my personal life. Tia and I hadn't seen them since we left for college, so it was about time to reconnect. Now, we plan to meet up in the next few days. #Reconnect

Remember my thank-you to Tia? It was fire! Since then, I've been picking her up from work on the reg. It's a lit way to stay in contact. Plus, she can tell me all about the newest Vondergossip. That's why I know that no frat boy has been seen in the store since I was fired, which my boo doesn't like at all. This development got us talking about our penchant for bad boys. Granted, it's so cliché that it's low-key embarrassing, but the heart wants what the heart wants, right? In our cases, that's the jerk among the bad boys. No cap!

IAC, we're not exceptions to the rule. Instead, studies have shown that women prefer men who behave in ways that are described as benevolently sexist. But here's the kicker! The surveyed women perceived benevolently sexist men as patronizing, but they still found them more attractive. Astonishing, but true! #ParadoxAF

Wtvr! Tia and I agree that the enticing thing about bad boys is the lack of commitment. They never seriously commit to us! Consequently, us women always have to chase them, which is a constant challenge and keeps things exciting! Weird, but true! Still, there's more to it! The attraction is enhanced by two additional factors. First, the jerk constantly makes us feel like we're not good enough for him. So, we automatically feel the need to prove him wrong to maintain our self-esteem. This makes us do stupid things! Second, we're wired to think that we can change any man, as if we're already practicing parenting techniques. Accordingly, nice guys don't need to be changed and are thus boring. Weirder, but still true! Looks like evolution played some dirty tricks on us women! #ChaseAndIntrigue

OK, my fashion fam! I know that was a lot of psychobabble and all theory is grey. But still, I feel like it has a lot of practical relevance. There's a lot of clues on how to handle your jerk problems, even if it's not a cure-all. At least, you can use it to sharpen your jerk radar. Bet! #JerkaholicsUnite

So, what do you say, my chic clique? Do you agree about a-holes finishing first? Maybe, I'm back for a chat later. But for now, I have to pick up Tia from work. G2G

--- How to spice up your life with spontaneity---

*Anonymous: Oh my fucking God... 'we got a penchant for bad boys'... what a load of horsesh!t! Admit it you hate it when your friend gets to do the things you wanna do, which is getting your brains f**ked out by a bunch of jerkholes. Your [sic] so self-centered! I bet Tia's sick of you cramping her style. You should take a lesson from her n learn how to properly satisfy bad boys, like deepthroat their dicks. Then you might have a chance scoring some bad boy boners. #LearnYourPlace #SoreKneesSoreThroat*

Oh ew! So rude, but (grudgingly) not entirely untrue! I'm not proud of it, but right now I'd do the most to get my brains screwed out. Talk about having a screw loose! At the end of the day, we're all libidinous vixens, aren't we?

Nywy, any kind of sexy action must wait! First, I got more important things to deal with. So, here's a public service announcement: I just about had it with Tia!

FYI, this is a grudge post. I'm so fed up that I need to vent my anger by writing it down to get it off my chest. For some time now, Tia has been incessant about following her heart and making spontaneous life decisions. At first, I was annoyed, then I got sus, and today I'm sick of it. #FedUp

All right, all right! Let's circle back to the moment I arrived at the mall to pick up my bae. That's when I found out that Tia had left early to run some errands. Since she was supposed to return soon, I decided to wait at the Vonderstore. As it turned out, I soon regretted that decision, bc Matt exploited the sitch by dragging me. He actually got a kick out of taunting me and calling me too stupid to keep a job. #EyeRoll

Oh jeez! A few secs were enough for him to get me in a rage. In fact, he rode me real hard (but sadly not literally, ftfy). And yet, he also let me feel that he had no more sexual interest in me. Been there, done that! Obs, that's his motto. I legit felt like he had tamed me hard and put me away wet. Ugh!

YMAK, but it took much longer than expected. When my boo finally returned, she told me all about a new store that had opened in the mall. Obs, she hadn't thought it necessary to inform me beforehand. Again, I can't even with this busty blondie! After all, it could be a job opportunity for me! But someone cheered too soon! It's a tattoo parlor. No job for me there. So not my vibe!

Nywy, Tia had decided to test it out. On a sudden impulse, she had gotten a new tattoo. No kidding! In truth, my bestie has always been a tattoo fan. When she sees some hipster dude with tattoo sleeves (preferably some bad boy DJ), she's swept off her feet asap. However, she's always been a bit prudent about getting her own ink. So far, she's only gotten four small tats (aka three stars behind each ear, a treble clef on her right inner wrist, and a bass clef on her left inner wrist). The stars symbolize her drive to always shoot for the moon and the clefs symbolize her love of music. #TattooLife

NTL, the days of thinking twice seem to be over as my bff is becoming more spontaneous and lively by the day. Accordingly, she's now sporting a brand-new tattoo that is a lot more prominent than her previous ink. It comprises flowers and vines that twine up her outer left leg. The floral tattoo starts on her instep and goes all the way up to her knee. I must admit that it looks quite elegant, even if the motif is anything but exceptional (no way I'm calling it basic, guys, bc I'm not in the biz of throwing my bestie under the bus). #ExpressYourself

FWIW, it gave Tia something new to present. So once again, all the smoke was on her. Dang it! As soon as she entered the Vonderstore, Matt had all but forgotten about me. Instead, he took an extra close look at Tia's tats (ofc, for professional reasons only). #AttentionHog

Trust me, it didn't get any better from there. To make matters worse, we met up with our high school friends right after work. Once again, Tia and her tattoo drew all the attention. Somehow, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was the homecoming queen, and I was the ugly duckling. That's a yikes! #SpotlightSaturday

AFAIC, I'm starting to feel like I'm getting outpaced and left behind by Tia's constant self-improvement. Call me insecure, but I've declared this phase of life my playground for personal growth. But I only see progress in one person, and it's not me! Accordingly, yesterday's meeting with our old friends was the final straw. By all accounts, I had my fill (or rather not enough of a filling, iykwim). And with that, I decided it's high time to let go of all the brooding that's not doing me any good. It's time to life my best life. Simple as that! So, no more excuses! #YOLO

Oh, my guys! Today was the day! I finally acted on impulse without feeling bad about it. I actually headed to the mall without a clear plan in mind. On a whim, I entered the nail salon. Remember, I'm painting my nails about two or three times a week, but that's so normal, right? Mosdef, it's nothing exceptional. That's why I wanted something bold and spectacular. #DramaBaby

And that's what I got! I actually did the most with the color, choosing dark cherry (aka deep red with a high-gloss finish). As the nail artist said, it's a very sophisticated shade that gives you the confidence to take on the world. However, you need longer nails to pull off dark reds. That's why my new nailtips are much longer than ushe. But wtvr! It lifts my spirits and gives me a good vibe. Even if it may look high-key glam and glossy, it makes me feel strong and confident. In the end, that's all that matters, right? #NailsOnFleek

CMIIW, but the first step is always the hardest. So, I was fiercely resolved to keep listening to my guts now that I had gotten the ball rolling. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, I drove straight to the Vonderstone HQ, even though I didn't have a concrete plan. Nonetheless, I was hell-bent on talking Mr. von Stein into giving me my job back (OK, maybe not just talking, iykwim). Believe me, I wasn't taking no for an answer. No way, I was leaving b4 I achieved my goal. Bet! #WinOrBust

For the win! I stormed into HQ bound and determined. I can tell you that my resolute attitude worked wonders, bc I was granted access to the exec floor asap. However, Mr. von Stein's assistant stopped me b4 I could enter his office. Does anyone else remember the woman who had rolled the clothes rail into the exec office for my role-play? Yup, that elderly lady! She made me wait for the company owner bc he was supposedly busy with some urgent business. So, I waited and waited some more until I realized she wasn't gonna let me meet with the patriarch, at least not at HQ. Epic fail! #DeathOrGlory

For the loss! The attempt to present my case in person had crashed and burned. No cap! It drastically dampened my joy over my beauty treatment. As a result, I returned home in a mood. Truth be told, I'm having a hard time seeing this setback as another learning experience. I desperately need a win and I need it fast! A hundo p!

OK, my legit loyalistas! That's it for now! I have to pick up Tia. Keep your fingers crossed that she doesn't make another unplanned trip. I so don't wanna wait in the Vonderstore again! No way, I can deal with another drag by Dickhead Matt. Ugh!

Wtvr! Do you think I made the right call with that Hail Mary, even if it failed? XOXO

---How to look fierce and act fearless---

*AnniDoll: Listen Holly honey, it's fine to have ambitions. But don't get c**nty again and rub it in people's faces. Others are less fortunate and have to work two low wage jobs to provide for their family or take care of others! You should do the same 'cause it'd be valuable experience. You can work as a geriatric nurse during the day (seeing that you like old men so much) and as a bartender at night.*

Oh, um, thanx for the advice! But I'm not so sure I completely agree with you. I think your job suggestions are partly fab (and partly crap, soz to say). I agree that the bar thing is lit, bc it's a step up from barista and waitress. I can defo see myself as a bad-ass barkeep! But I don't agree with being a hot nurse for old men. That hits too close to home right now. #InnerTrauma

But wait! I got a serious question for all my Holligans. I so don't get it! Why do you think I'm c*nty or entitled? So unfair! In reality, I'm legit nice and friendly. Swearsies! Can't you handle an independent baddie? Do I sound too much like a zoomer to the boomer? What is it? I'm at a loss here, so help me out, guys! I'm open to all improvements. Anything to promote my fab fashion fairground!

BTT, this is just a quick update, bc I can't talk for long. Even though I'm still hella frustrated, I know I need to boost my vibe! So today, I got out of my mom's house (or rather, out of her basement, which is my makeshift room during the gap year). Since it's Wednesday, I went to my yoga studio to do some exercise and get my mind off things. After all, that's the best way to lift my spirits. When I was done with my meditation, I headed to the mall to pick up Tia. I know I had been annoyed by all her attention-seeking, but that was water under the bridge now. Our friendship has weathered far bigger challenges. #VibeCheck

FAWC, I didn't spend too much time on my outfit bc bad mood! In fact, I just threw on a female sweatsuit. OK, fine! I admit, it wasn't just another outfit I found in the closet. Rather, it was one of the new fits I had bought in my latest efforts to create moda feroce. Taking a deep dive into Italian chic, I had studied what boujee baddies wear in Rome and Milan. Believe it or not, but I found that us donne feroce are world famous for rocking bold prints with attitude. Wig!

NGL, I couldn't help but buy the sweatsuit as soon as I lay eyes on it bc it was on fleek. You can say, it's an originale feroce! The two-piece comprises a white hoodie and white pants that contrast nicely with my jet-black hair. The material is polyester, so I opted for a skintight size. You know how us boujee baddies love our clothes form-fitting. Thanx to the stretchy material, I was able to go a bit tighter and still feel comfortable. Aside from the tight fit, the sweatsuit has long sleeves and long legs bc us dashing donne love to show curves but no skin. Remember how we always put a single flashy piece at center? In this case, it's wide leopard print stripes on both sides of the hoodie and pants. Yeet! #AnimalPrintastic

Just for fun, I had chosen golden accessories (aka hoop earrings and a charm bracelet for each arm) bc they perfectly complement the animal style. To add a new pop of color, I had opted for black sneakers. When I was halfway out of the house, however, I remembered that us donne feroce never go out in flats. I immediately corrected that mishap by packing the sneakers in my yoga bag and deciding on black peep toe high pumps with a 5.5" stiletto heel and 1.5" platform. The kicker? The pumps have leopard print embellishments on the ankle bows and platform tips that complete the whole style. So lit! #Flawless

Taking Tia home, she couldn't stop babbling about the newest gossip. Unlike me, she was in a good mood! Obs, it had been the first time since my firing that a couple of fratboys had stopped by the Vonderstore. They had discussed the upcoming holiday with Matt. I know what you're gonna say, guys. There's no holiday on the horizon. But you're way off the mark! The 'steaks-n-blowjob day' is upon us. Cringe alert! #BJWellDone

N2S, the store manager had to take advantage of the sitch. To demonstrate his dominance, he ordered Tia to make plans for this sexist invention. As you can imagine, his top bros were more than eager to help my bae with suggestions to make it an extra special day. Does anyone else feel super jealous when reading this? I do, for sure! Mosdef, it's another notch on my boo's belt. She got the job, the attention, the jerk with benefits (and even the boobs). What do I have in comparison? Nothing! It feels like our gap year is going in opposite directions and I don't like it at all. This sucks balls! #JealousYet

All right, my fellow fashionistas! I know what you're saying. Less whining! And with good reason! After all, I got the fierce resolve and the plan for success. Everything is ready and in place. Now, I need to finish what I started, so I can reap the rewards. It's that simple! Nywy, the next blog post will be less complaining and more action. Promise! BRB

---How to be a great business host and make everyone a guest---

*TrophyDoll4U: Oh babe! I luvvv steak n bj day! What bout this? Steak while blowjob day! Let Tia invite her man n three of his bros to bbq. Shes gonna give long n deep blowies to all the dudes from underneath the table while they eat their well-deserved steaks. Oh, n shes gonna catch all the cum n gaggic sauce in a bowl. As desert T-Bae gonna serve sum cream. Shes gonna use the cum n gagup to make a special frozen throatgurt for herself while the dudes eat ice cream off her boobs. Oh my gosh! Now, Ima fingering my pussy cuz want it myself. Hihi!*

Oh wow! Dolly, my girl! This is weirdly specific, but also insanely hot! I gotta admit that I edged while imagining Mr. von Stein throwing this type of party as the adult alternative to his son's silly steak-n-blowjob day. Sadly, that's not gonna happen, at least not with the current state of affairs. Sigh!

Oh gawd! I'll never cool down if I keep imagining myself kneeling under the table. So, guys, let's take a deep dive into the home life of a fierce fashionistas. Buckle up, bc there was a big surprise waiting for me when I arrived home after dropping Tia off. A hundo p!

First, though, I'll give you a short description of my mom's house (bc details duh). It looks a lot like those 90s sitcoms I grew up with. In fact, it's a two-story, two-bedroom craftsman-style house with two bathrooms and a basement. You enter through the front porch and come right into the living room with your typical one-sofa-two-armchairs combo (fyi, the furniture is so old and worn that it totally fits the 90s style). At the other end of the living room is the kitchen, which is your usual built-in kitchen with an added kitchen table. #MyHomeIsMyCastle

On the right side of the house is the garage where my mother parks her car. As it's quite big, it also serves as a storage room for all the things my father left behind when he moved out. The second floor comprises two rooms and a bathroom. The left room is the master bedroom, which my mother uses as her bedroom. The right room is my child's room from b4 I moved out. These days, my mom uses it as a studio bc painting is her new hobby (I know, it sounds high-key fancy but OK). Since it's cluttered with canvases and painting supplies, I couldn't move back in there. So now, I live in the basement (yeah, yeah, guys, I can't wait for your comments about millennials writing from their parents' basement).

LSS, my mom hasn't done any renovations or refurbishments since my parents divorced and my dad moved out. The only thing she changed is my room. Go figure! That's why the house is pretty much stuck in the aughts. The newest thing in the house is the highspeed internet connection my mom needs for all the online shopping. At least, it's real helpful for my très chic tales, isn't it? #Boomerburg