---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 They're old-fashioned designs are uncool and outdated for a reason.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!*