I warn him to ‘keep it together’ and I try to word it well enough as to be sensitive to male fragility and not overtly bossy.Īnd of course, he is a man, knows better and doesn’t listen. I ask him if he is 100% sure that he wants to left at the club. I decide to cut my losses with my spotty-baby employee. This is after work hours, I cannot tell a grown man what to do. He is firm about it that he is having THE BEST TIME.
“I do not want to go home now” he tells me. I can’t help but wonder why Phyllis did not assist her Grandson in getting on some Rocutane (like the rest of us). He barely has any facial hair and still struggles with a bit of acne. I am worrying about the HUSTLER wannabees (watch the film) – I can see them in the club and I know they are waiting until Ed gets to vodka number 6 and loses his dignity and sense of self. It’s when you know any sense has left the building. I have seen that look on men way too many times. I can see the animal in his eye, we have gone too far. It is getting late now and I can see that he is enjoying himself way too much. It is nearing midnight, it is time to go.Ĭome of Ed, I encourage him, we need to get going. I also need him to be focused for business tomorrow and not be crying about the old Phillis. Beyond my cat coaster, I can be nice like that. We head to the ‘club’ and I buy him a few dances.
So, being the great manager I am, I did what any other manager would do, and I took him to Spearmint Rhino. He tells me he has never been to a strip club before. Very excited one moment, next crying about the dead Granny, (who’s name I have found out was Phillis) or mindlessly shoving chips in his mouth while staring out the window at nothing really at all.Īt check in, I notice he picks up a Strip club ‘flyer’. We arrive in LV and I am exhausted of Ed’s moods which are similar to that of a toddler. I bite my tongue and I do not mention how this money wouldn’t even buy a nice Chanel but I am expensive and dark like this, not everyone understands my humour. IT’s not to be sneezed at he tells me, and he is right. Ed has only slightly cheered up and tells me he got a bit of money from his dead granny, a total of £6K. The week rolls around and we are on that evening flight out of Gatwick. And now, thank God, I can get back to my busy schedule which includes (but is not limited to) eBay bidding and painting my nails. He seems a bit perkier and I think now I have done my job in being the supportive manager. “It is your first time and I know you will love it” I cheerily say to him. I tell him that our trip to Vegas next week will cheer him up.
I want to say this, but do not, for HR purposes of course. I want to say : “Well, that sounds very dark for you, but I really do not have time for a crisis, because, I ABSOLUTELY need these cat coasters. “What’s up Ed? Do you need something?” I reluctantly ask. I can tell that he wants to talk to me about something but I am fixed on my eBay auction and I do not have the capacity to engage in anything else.