Holly’s Sales Training

---How to find your mojo back after a personal defeat---

Hey, my fashion fam! I'm sure you've read the breaking news, so you know what's going on. Sorry to say, but I'm real glum and bummed. In fact, I'm so downcast that I need your support! Please, help me track my feelings and work through this inner trauma. After all, this whole situation is super unfair! That's why I've opened the chatroom to talk things through. Hope to see you there: http://www.chattery.com/treschic

*TheSledgehammer: Don't let it get you down, Holly! You got style and skills for days! People change jobs frequently these days. It's no big deal! Nobody finds the perfect job on the first try.*

*Anonymous: No need to be down in the dumps, girl! You can always go back to college. Get your degree, create your own fashion line, and open a trendy store next door! You'll slay those Vondermorons. They're old-fashioned designs are uncool and outdated for a reason. They're no competition!*

Oh yay! That's so sweet, my Holligans. I knew I could count on you guys. And you didn't disappoint, for sure! The vibe in the chat was legit encouraging. And it worked! I really needed the pep talk. In fact, I feel so much better already. #PositiveVibes

*SirBelty: Yeah, well! Once again, it was obvious to everyone except you. But Of course you're a dumb dora who has to be told everything twice and needs to learn the hard way. Face it, you're not just young, dumb and cummed, you got more baby batter in your c**t than brains in your head. It was only a matter of time till you screwed up at work.*

*Anonymous: Cheer, Holly! Now you can focus on what your [sic] good at. Being a walking goodtime for old men.*

Oh wow! The vibe in the chat legit changed after a while. The more my mood lifted, the more the wolves came out. I guess they smelled blood when the conversation got more lighthearted. So, they started the teasing and dirty talking, which only made me buzzier and more excited. I sus that's a self-fulfilling prophecy right there. In the end, you guys legit managed to make me cum with your vulgar language! #ViciousCycle

Whatevs! The fact remains the same. I didn't see it coming. Not in the least! The firing hit me out of nowhere. No cap! I may have been blind in that eye, but it's still extremely undeserved. The injustice is blatant! In fact, it's the double standard that infuriates me the most. That's why it hits different! #InequityAversion

Anyway, I'm closing the chatroom now. I've got a few things to take care off. See you soon.

---How to persuade anyone of anything---

*Eagerrrl: Oh hun! Dont listen 2 the h8ers! U like bein submissive. So what? Thats totes okie! Just try not 2 get hurt. Oh n dont b concerned abt the size of ur t*ts. I m sure theres sum1 out there that will like em! Stay strong!*

Don't worry, my fellow fashionistas! Every day, I gain more experience in dealing with the haters. After all, you know what they say about opinions, right? They're like assholes because everybody's got one. We're bad-ass women, so we can't let it intimidate us. No way! After all, we need thick skin and staying power if we want to change the world. #HatersGonnaHate

By the way, I must admit that I'm slowly starting to embrace the way my legit loyalistas talk dirty to me. In fact, I feel like I'm getting into this whole sexting thing. To be perfectly honest, it makes me low-key proud that my blog attracts some real alphas and true machos. At the end of the day, these comments tell me that you think my narrative is fire! #TalkDirty2Me

But whatevs! It wasn't just my fashion fam supporting me. Tia helped a lot, too. She actually went out of her way to get me uncancelled by advocating for my reinstatement. More specifically, she brought up the subject when Mr. von Stein came to the Vonderstore for his weekly progress report. In fact, my blonde bae was waiting in the parking lot to intercept him before he entered the store and met his son.

Trust me, guys, Tia was doing the most with the Vonderstone uniform. She flexed the sexy style even though she was outside the store (aka wearing the myrtle green tank top tied into a crop top and the shiny black wetlook booty shorts pushed up into a camel toe). My busty bestie also donned my black matte knee-high platform boots to get the old man's attention. After all, it was the exact look the patriarch had chosen for me. Now, that's what I call commitment!

Let me tell you, I was literally on pins and needles all day long while I waited for news from my bae. When I finally got a message, my heart was pounding in my throat because I was nervous as hell! But it didn't stop at one text. In the end, I received a whole series of messages explaining what had happened.

*Hey my bae! Met the boss today. When he parked, I walked up to his car n knocked on the side window. He immediately lowered it, so I straight up confronted the ole dude. Good start, right? Leaned in n told him he'd never find more competent n skilled coeds than us. He agreed asap.*

*What a rotten bastard! He had the balls to ask if I tripped over my tongue cos we're more like cunty n stupid ho-eds. So I hit him with the facts to prove he got no grounds to fire you. Told him you only used the storage room once for banging. I screwed around in there a lot more. Yet he didn't fire me! That's what you call differential treatment!*

*Oh man! The ole fucker totally twisted my words. Told me I should be fired too. The cheek on the dirty ole dude! He left me no choice. So I unleashed the arguments that matter most. Pulled down my top n showed him my pair of killer skills. No dude can resist the power of titties, right? Sure thing, it worked!*

*Okay, my bae! Let the ole fucker play with my terrific titties. As cherry on top, I showed him what an epic throatjob feels like. Sorry to say, but it only worked to keep my own job. Real sorry, Passionista!*

*Gotta bounce! The boss' car needs an interior cleaning.*

Oh my god! I couldn't believe what I was reading. This couldn't be true! Impossible! It must have been a dream. I'd wake up any second, right?

Of course, I didn't wake up because it wasn't a dream. As if! It was the cold, hard reality. What a bummer! I actually had to read the messages several times to fully grasp their meaning. As a result, I became increasingly unhinged. This was madness! There was only one rational explanation that made sense. Tia was joking, right? She was playing with me. That must be it! Weird flex, but OK! #SuspensionOfDisbelief

Not gonna lie, I spammed Tia with text bombs because I was low-key panicking. But she took her time to respond. Dang it! I can't even... with my scatterbrained sis!

As I was going crazy, I tried to distract myself as much as possible, so I found myself browsing the blogs of like-minded subs. I finally got clarity when my bestie sent me a voicemail that spelled it out plain and simple. And it got me all worked up because it was the opposite of what I wanted to hear. In truth, it only confirmed my worst fears. There was no way around it! I had to face the music! Blocking out the facts wasn't gonna help me, even if it sounded like a great coping mechanism. #RealityCheck

Holy smokes! Mr. von Stein was a legit hard-ass! He remained resolute and stuck to his decision, even when it was bad for business! Nobody had a better sales record than me! So, it seemed ill-advised! Besides, it was my first workplace transgression. What about second chances? After all, young employees need to make mistakes to learn, don't they?

Whatevs! The news from my busty boo left me more frustrated than ever. There was only one positive aspect to this whole affair. Tia had stood up for me! She had done her best to help me. It was little consolation, but she truly was my best friend. No doubt about it! #BffThroughThickAndThin

Nevertheless, I was low-key jealous. Tia had failed to get my job back, but she still had the honor of feeling the boss' boner. So unfair! That's why I began to imagine the scene in the boss' car, even though I didn't want to. Dang it! This was high-key depressing, and yet it made me hella horny! What a dissonance! Fortunately, I received another text before it got any worse. This time from Mr. von Stein himself. Lucky me!

*What's your bag, pussycat? So you're sending your friends to do your bidding now? Gotta say, that chick with the big fat tits, she's something. The way she strutted up to my car decked out in your hooker hoofs looked fucking choice. Tho, you still beat her in the cameltoe department.*

*Irony's lost on you millenitards, innit? Leaning into my car like a true street hooker n arguing HR practices with me. That shit was hilarious! You're breastie's lucky, tho. When you look that hot, you don't need to be smart. She soon realized what was up when I pulled her fat fucking fleshcans out. Those heavy hooters dangling in the car n her ass hanging out in the parking lot. That was far out!*

*Sure enough, your breastie's no wildcat that needs taming. The fine fox was all cheery n giggly when I tested the dairy farm n groped her milk fountains. Hell yeah! She didn't resist when I pushed her down n fucked her face hard n deep. Blondie certainly knows how to deepthroat a cock. You should learn a thing or two from her, silly kitty. Never had such a blast on a parking lot before.*

*Fun fact? The big tit chick almost came when some people walked by n commented on her barely clad ass hanging outta my car. Laughed my ass off right there! But there's a drawback, as always with you millenitards. You breastie made quite the mess with all that throat slime on my car seat. So I sent her to the car wash to clean that shit up. You should have seen her pout. Hehe!*

*Always said my SUV will come in handy one day. The spacious back seats are perfect for banging a big tit bitch. There's enough head space to let the fine fox ride my cock while I motorboat those fantastic fleshcans. Also enough room to lay Blondie on her back while I go apeshit fucking those heavy hooters n shooting my pearly gift all over her face. Hell yeah!*

*As grand finale, I showed your breastie some tricks from my youth. You ever heard about hangin' a B.A.? It's when a car full of guys pulls up to another car n one of the guys pulls down his pants, bends over, n sticks his bare ass out the window. In this case, it was the big tit chick letting her bare ass hang out n me going for a spin on the parking lot. Haven't felt so young in a long time.*

*Gotta say, Blondie knows how to safe her job. Too bad you weren't there to work you're ass off n do the same. Too little, too late. Everybody knows life sucks, right? So suck it up, buttercup!*

Oh my gawd! I must have been in the wrong movie! There must have been a conspiracy going on! Any second, the next message would clear it all up. Tia and Mr. von Stein had teamed up to prank me, right? This had to be it!

But it wasn't! In the end, it was neither a joke nor a prank. Instead, the old-school owner was dead serious. The truth was simple! Tia had kept her job and I had lost mine. Those were the facts, I swear! #IrrefutableTruth

To make matters worse, I got the messages from my boss while surfing the net, so I was horny as hell. I'm not proud of it, but I made myself edge as I read the texts over and over again. To be honest, I was so jealous of Tia. It should have been me experiencing this adventure and not her. The injustice was real! #IrreplaceableTalent

Sadly, my bae's failure to persuade the big boss killed my vibe, so I wasn't in the mood for anything. As a result, I stayed home for the next few days. Truth be told, I was more dejected than ever. So, I spent most of my time surfing the net and posting new stuff on my blog. You've probably noticed the flood of sexy pics lately (not that you guys complained about it).

Yeah, I know, guys! My 'très chic tales' have come a long way from the haute couture I posted in the beginning. Now, my little blog is mainly about glamour models and fitness influencers. Sure enough, there's a lot more skin to be seen, but there's a reason for that. Firstly, I needed a distraction after that epic fail. Secondly, these women are trailblazers in their own way. You could say, I'm legit building a chic clique here! After all, someone's gotta get the ball rolling. I hope it inspires others to be as bold and brave as us independent baddies. It's a win-win for everyone, don't you agree, my Holligans? #ChicClique

Anyway, you can trust your favorite fashionista that this is only temporary. Soon enough, I'll be back to update all my couture connoisseurs on the latest buzz, I promise! After all, I don't discriminate on my blog. I wanna provide a platform for all arts and lifestyles, kinks and trends. That's the way forward! #Evolution

But I'm digressing! After sitting at home and sulking for a few days, I've started looking for a new job, albeit reluctantly. After all, it's a long time until the next semester, so I need to keep the cash coming in. Too bad, the other retail stores in the mall (or the commercial district) aren't hiring right now. I sus, my job reference is doing me no favors, either. Looks like my abrupt dismissal from Vonderstone is a legit red flag. #GenderStereotypesInHiring

Just so you know, the prospects of getting a job at a fast-food chain or restaurant aren't much better. With so many businesses closing, a lotta workers have found new employment in the service sector (like baristas and servers and so on), so the positions are filled. Not that I actually see myself working as a waitress! But you know what they say about any port in a storm, right? So for now, I'm keeping my options open. #BeggarsCantBeChoosers

I must admit, though, that I haven't really put my heart and soul into these applications. Frankly, I just want my old position back at Vonderstone. It's not a dream job by any means, but I've grown accustomed to the store and its clientele. Advising customers was fun and I had taken my first career steps towards designing my own fashion line. After all, I was on my way to being responsible for the next visual merchandise strategy. Plus, it was legit nice to work with my bae. Long story short: it was one of the better jobs out there. Hands down! #StayWithWhatYouKnow

Too long; didn't read! All told (or rather all whined), life ain't lit at the moment. Nevertheless, there's something good about the whole situation. I've suddenly got a lotta free time that I can use in many creative ways to grow and evolve. I bet you've got plenty of suggestions, guys! So, feel free to slide into my DMs.

---How to turn setbacks into triumphs by being proactive about it---

*Dicktator69: Boom! Way to go, chicas! For sure, your bae knows how to look out for you. She got groped, publicly humiliated n facefucked like a pornstar - just for you. And what did you do in return? Showed some gratitude? Did you even say thank you? Nope! Hollier-Than-Thou's too fine for that! For real, she's a way better friend than you. Here's an idea: Ask those big boss' buddies to teach you some fucking manners. Gangbang training session in 1, 2, 3! Bam!*

Oh sheesh! I didn't realize my behavior was so controversial. It goes without saying that I thanked my bestie! In fact, I picked her up after work, took her to an after-work party, and bought her a cocktail. How's that for gratitude? But it wasn't even necessary! We've been best friends forever, so we don't need superficial gestures like that. Tia knows that I've got her back, just as she's got mine. Mosdef!

*Eagerrrl: Oh hun! We've talked bout good manners n teaching old dogs new tricks before! But this time it's on you. Sorry to break it to you, but it's the truth! I don't agree with the other commenter. You shouldn't 'get gangfucked' but you need to learn some common courtesy. You got off to a great start so don't let the patriarchy derail you. Don't give us strong women a bad name. Keep it 100, grrrl! I believe in you!*

Oh, wow! This is legit a hot topic! I didn't realize I'm such a controversial blogger. So, does that make me a legit influencer? Whatevs! It definitely makes me unique, right? Still, you've got a point, girl! Lately, I've been letting my temper get the best of me way too often. In fact, it's gotten me into real trouble! I guess, that's a good thing to work on in my free time! #Hellcat

By the way, I'm happy to tell you that I've already found an awesome use for my time. I've been reading up on career advice from professional coaches and trainers. They give a pretty good list of ways to turn setbacks into comebacks. After all, setbacks occur in everyone's life, so it's nothing special. All that matters is how you deal with them and overcome them. That's why I'm adding 'keeping a cool head' to the list. #WontBackDown

All right, details! So, here's the list: The first piece of advice is as simple as it's obvious. Live in the present! There's no point in thinking about the past, is there? After all, I can't change what happened, but I can control how I use my time in the present. For this to work, I need to stop brooding and overthinking every detail. Instead, I need to be more spontaneous and follow my instincts. That's why I haven't been procrastinating or calculating expenses lately but spent quality time on shopping tours and spa sessions. It's well-deserved if we're being honest, and legit helps me to chillax. #FeelGoodManagement

The second tip is just as plausible: Learn from failure! Since I don't want to repeat my mistakes, I've been thinking about the causes for my lack of personal and professional growth. Actually, I feel like I never understood what fashion was all about at its core. That changed with my recent experiences as I realized that the world of fashion is all about being unique and provocative. It's about taking risks and pushing boundaries to find new trends and styles. #ChallengeNorms

To be honest, we fashion designers can't stay in our comfort zone. We must go to uncomfortable places because that's where we make new discoveries. As innovators, we've gotta be brave and bold while trusting our instincts. Anything else is just treading well-trodden paths. In this regard, I had always taken a completely wrong approach. Frankly, I always played it safe with my elegant outfits and chic accessories. There was nothing fierce about my fashion. Instead, I was just another pretender varying details but not daring to go all out. #BoldIsBeautiful

That's exactly where the third piece of advice comes in: Work on a goal! Even if we have the passion, it's not enough to make our dream come true. To legit achieve something, we've gotta do something and actively work on it. In that regard, I was intent on making some necessary changes. I was fiercely resolved to make this experience as real and as daring as possible. #BeTheChange

The fourth tip builds on this: Think of possibilities! To get things done, we need an action plan. That's why I went straight ahead and set myself a first goal. Putting it into action, I did my last shopping trip in completely different places than I usually do. In many ways, I had only recently discovered the benefits of figure-forming materials like shiny latex and figure-enhancing shoes like platform heels. Accordingly, I bought a bunch of wetlook leggings and booty shorts in varying length and colors. I also own a range of exceptional stilettos and knee-high boots with different heel heights now. #ShinyNewToys

As you see, guys, the shopping binge was my first step towards implementing the final piece of advice: Look at the big picture! I've thought long and hard about my personal reasons for becoming a fashion designer. In truth, it has always been my motivation to celebrate my heritage. So, I needed to refocus on my Italian roots! As a result, I'm now determined to advance Italian chic by pushing the envelope. My goal is to create a fierce 'moda feminina', I swear.