Oh dreary me!

That was two bottles of wine, one strange moustache and an a rant we regretted in the morning, wasn't it!
Under the circumstances I think somebody was right to send Le P45 to the frock creating genius.

 I don't work for the company involved but I can see their counter in The Hall of Plenty. I guarantee that when their sales drop like a bomb, the Gate Keeper will whisk in wanting to know why. And you know what? It won't be anything to do with events in France, it will be the consultants fault. It always is. When the customers verbally attack them for the recent headlines, that will also be the consultants fault. Like a character from a Soap Opera, people find it hard separate us from the House that owns the brand. They think we have hot lines to the folks that run the companies we work for and that direct feed back is welcome. On some level it is, 'Don't you just love your new uniform?' is a question we are always asked. And the direct feed back is, 'Yes of course.' Because it really doesn't make any difference if we do or we don't love those nylon, thrush-creating tight pants. Or if that weirdly cut jacket and top combo makes the generous of mammary gland look like the have mono-boob.

The money we earn goes into the pot to hire these highly strung darlings of the fashion world. And frankly some of them are utter gob-shites. Who can forget one designers sneering at shapely woman? That cost a few bob at the tills. And when a model shows less than model habits, what happens? Mothers steer impressionable teenage girls in the opposite direction of the merchandise they represent on the high street.
Personally I think a smidge of the money earned should go into keeping the artistic types grounded. A little  touch of intervention may have avoided such a wine soaked rant, that looks pretty goaded, in the first place.

Now I feel I must justify the phrase, 'pretty goaded' before anyone accuses me of anything. (Cliff's fan scared me!) Firstly, when somebody chooses to show you something on camera you only see what they wish you to see. Nobody knows what went before that piece of footage to cause such an outburst, good or bad, but the people present. Some of the people present that is, I suspect the small one with the weird tash hasn't got a clue.
Secondly, as a person of certain interests, I suspect the personality involved is more than aware of the number of homosexuals, gypsies, Polish Nationals, Russians and mediums that were also lost in WW2. under the circumstances he was alluding to and given the nature of the genius, I am willing to bet it is not the most shocking thing he has ever said. None of what was said was excusable, drunk, alcoholic, baited whatever, but I do think somebody should have removed him from that situation.
Why? Because we do not have lots of money and what the 'faces' of our brands do affects our pay packets.

A little more care at the top and a little more understanding at the bottom, please.

Competition Winner.

We have a winner!
It is a story that takes the absolute biscuit of Consultant experiences. I shall say no more until we have edited it as suitable for this blog. In the meantime I would like to thank everyone who sent me their stories. We are simply astounded by  the variety of ways people can be horrid to those of us in the service industry.
For anyone who didn't get all the famous retailers at the side of the page, they are ; Arkwright and Granville (Open All Hours.)  The Shopkeeper at the Fancy Dress shop. (Mr.Benn) Mr. Rumbold (Are You Being Served.) Mrs. Lovett (Sweeney Todd.) Rita and Mavis (Coronation Street.) Willy Wonka (Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.)  Mr. Sainsbury (Sainsbury's) Mr. Humphrey's' (Are You Being Served.)

All personal favourites of mine, I revel in my eclectic taste.
Thank you and join us soon for our guest experience.

Mole X