July 01, 2015
Today has been a bit of an odd, weird day. First: It’s Wednesday (good name for a movie…present self says, “Not really. Try again.”) and I normally do not work on Wednesdays, but the District Manager (DM)…we’ll call her Bee was going to show up today and so they needed a Stylist to open the store since Bee and the Manager would be busy discussing things.
Bee reminded me of someone who is overly intense and overly serious–in other words a “professional.”
She was all smiles and buddy-buddy, but I could tell she had a heart of ice. She was so icy. I felt mentally numbed and my creativity and freedom sucked out of me.
An Athena in flesh–ready to defend the Patriarchy and Corporate means and goals–a business soldier sent out to give her opinion and for her opinion to be taken seriously.
Sorry, lady Bee, you’re going to have to earn my loyalty.
I wanted to ask her about the sweat shops in China making our wedding dresses.
When the wedding store refers to China: See here, it’s made in China, but that doesn’t mean the quality is poor. (At least that’s what they might as well say.)
She says to me so serious, “I see here not every bride purchases a veil. Why doesn’t every bride have a veil? Why doesn’t everyone apply for a credit card?!?! We should be doing our best…!”
Our best to what?
Bee had drank way too much cool-aid.
If the bride doesn’t want a veil, what do you want me to do about it?
Find out why she doesn’t want it, of course. Pry your nose into every detail of their lives–get to know them so you can take their money!!!
Credit? Debit? No problem.
We want numbers so that the store is quantitatively measurable. And then we will make quality judgements based on the data.
Get Happy! Life is about to be simplified and reduced to below, average, or above a pre-defined goal!
Yay!!! Life is so easy to fix!!!!
I wanted to laugh in her face and tell her that her job is a joke. While she was talking, I stared in amazement. Is she for real?
She probably thinks fun means roasting a salmon and eating on fancy fucking China plates.
She makes me want to rebel.
Dammit. I can’t find my weed.