04.22.05
Tuesday was the Corporately-sponsored meeting on "How to fuck your staff in the ass until they bleed and then convince them that not only that they like it, but that it is also good for them."
Wherein we were told that we couldn't properly fuck staff in the ass if we didn't 'buy into the idea' ourselves first.
Some of us felt like throwing up on the table at the thought of doing that to people that we like.
Okay, maybe it was only me.
I'm not really down with the ass-rape, you see.
I think you should gradually introduce a finger or two every once in a while, with plenty of lube, over an extended period of time, and then consensually engage in prophylactic hot anal action when the two of you are ready for it.
Apparently I'm in the minority there.
Wednesday was the day that Corporate held the individual meetings with a staff member, a member of store/salon management, and a member of Corporate management.
Wherein we took turns fucking each of staff members in the ass, albeit in new and different ways each time, and then made a semi-sincere effort to convince them that they were good little worker bees, and that this was a good thing for Corporate growth.
Some staff members peaceably accepted the violation as though they had been through this sort of thing before, and were unsurprised by the action.
Some staff members were notably shocked and clearly felt betrayed by being bent over the table like that, but seemed to accept it with defeat in the end. In the end. *snicker*
And some staff members said that they weren't interested in being ass-raped by Corporate, and that they would have to consider whether or not they could continue working for an establishment that endorsed pulling an all-day poop chute fuckfest on the people that work for them.
And guess who gets to spend the next aeon in Purgatory running around with a box of band-aids and some neosporin, trying to nurse everyone's boo-boos and hurt egos*?
Today was the day where the Dragon Lady came in to work and said she wanted to go get coffee with me, because apparently the people from Corporate that were facilitating the encounters felt that I wasn't buying into the idea enough myself, and she wanted to make sure that I was happy with my job and whatnot.
Apparently saying things like, 'The store hasn't been doing their part, but I also haven't been making sure that they've been doing their part, so we're all at fault, but it's being dealt with and will improve in the near future,' in front of the Vice President of Operations is passing the blame over on to the store, instead of expressing that there has been a failure to do certain things by all parties, and that those concerned parties are working together to remedy the situation.
And also apparently a not-so-subliminal way of saying that I hate my job. Which I don't. I hate some things that I have to do at my job, but that is also part of the price of being low-level management in a Corporate setting. I accept that. I just don't condone ass-rape is all.
*All those things I swore I'd never do again at work are now part of the things that I have to do everyday to appease the masses. Now I get to wash all the relaxer and color bowls because everyone will now be so busy that they can't do it for themselves. And I will have to stop everything to go answer the phone all the time now because everyone else will now be so busy that they can't do it for themselves. And if anyone has a client waiting, I will have to stop whatever I am doing and go check out and rebook their exiting clients because everyone else will now be so busy that they can't do it for themselves. I'm the manager and the assistant, all in one sparkly package!
I might wear black on the outside because it's the uniform at work, but now it's also because that's how I permanently feel on the inside when I am at work. Wow, I'm even more in touch with my 20-something art-poseur wannabe baby goth than I thought!
What's in your head?