In September of this year it was six years ago that I started my combined education and training. Maybe one or the other will find my train of thought, which came to my mind about this extraordinary smell, crazy or even crazy, but I just can't help it, I have to put it digitally on paper.
Let's start all over again. On 01.09.2013 I started my combined education and training. Each one of you, including myself, will remember his first working day, which on these following days and weeks, was a time with many impressions - at least a little bit. I got to know all my colleagues. I was welcomed warmly and friendly. The first days weren't without it. The retail trade - especially in the furniture industry - demands a lot. At the time I began, however, not all the colloquia were present. A colleague had a two-week vacation. I was curious to see who else would come. The other colleagues grinned at me with a mischievous grin, slightly naïve, still somewhat childish 18-year-old, who passed his Abitur only a few months ago, and said: "You'll get to know her soon", Was that now good or bad?
The fourteen days of vacation were over and the colleague entered the lounge a few minutes after I arrived at the branch. She was small, but radiated an incredible self-confidence. Her clothing style was casual, offensive, but despite her age of almost fifty years, exactly tailored to her. A pair of jeans with one or two holes, a black leather jacket, a watch with a bright red dial, skull earrings and a casual short hairstyle. My first impression: An experienced, offensive and above all self-confident woman whose looks pierced you. As already announced to me, it was the trump card when you no longer knew how to proceed with difficult customers. Her aura ate through the whole room and before I could adapt to the situation, there was a proper rebuke about my work clothes right at the beginning, which was by no means screaming, but loud, self-confident and determining. This determination with the self-confident, loud, but by no means hysterical voice was simply intimidating. But why am I being turned into a sow by a colleague who is running around with skulls in her ears, shrill watch jewellery or torn trousers? Quite simply: She can do it, she does it and she doesn't care what others think about her. She's above all things. When she enters the room and automatically attracts all eyes to herself, she is not uncomfortable at all, because now she knows that she can steer and influence situations and so she becomes a whole head taller
The first days with her were exhausting. She felt everywhere. If I ran double ways, because I forgot again to take garbage or other things automatically on the way to the camp and to make my ways as efficient as possible, she got this, stood already behind the next corner, behind the next door, behind the next carrier of goods, in order to explain to me again determiningly and above all clearly what went wrong. However, this always happens with style, always at the right moment, never in front of customers, and never abusive. Honestly ... i didn't want to work there anymore. I was just scared of that woman. As soon as she came near me, it just didn't work out. Money fell to me, I forgot some of my tasks, while assembling furniture I broke screws and as soon as she was near me, the customers demanded the most complicated things from me, so that she also noticed how I did not solve the situation on my own. I made three crosses in the calendar, when it went for two weeks, this time for me, into the vacation.
But two weeks were quickly over again. I was astonished when I realized that my fear colleague was not working that day. What a pleasure. But then, during the lunch break, the door to the lounge opened. I'm sure anyone who entered it could imagine. Sweat beads ran down my forehead, because the room was already soaked with an aura that I never missed. But unlike the rest, there were no reprimands, no improvements and no admonitions. A conversation developed that was very pleasant. As pleasant as it was, one could still feel her very offensive presence, the glances that pierced one decisively. This time, however, everything was on a tolerable level - available, but pleasantly dosed. I noticed that I was dealing with a very experienced woman who is not so bad at all, but who was washed with all water and never showed weakness. You could get many tips from her, confide in her, and even talk about very intimate things that a young adult would rather not like to talk to his parents about. Most of the time she even looked directly at you where your shoe pinches without you having to say it. She thematized it and simply decided what to talk about now. So it took a few weeks, if not a few months, to realize that the woman, so austere, offensive, surrounded by fear, could emanate an unbelievable intimacy that everyone liked to take care of - not only me, but also customers you saw for the first time who willingly revealed their secrets. I've come across a manipulative co-worker who will give the get-to-know-you phase between you and her a threatening atmosphere - if you meet her then - that is somehow everywhere and leaves no room for error because everyone will be spotted right away. It takes her a while to show you her sensual, charming, understanding, helpful side. She wins your symphathy, your trust, but she's always one step ahead of you. She's got you in her hand, even if she's nice and sweet to you. You don't think so? Well, every now and then, in addition to her warmth, there comes out in her what scared and respected me so much during our first encounter. But these moments of fear are no longer a permanent condition. They are short, but they don't lose their effect at all, but bring you back to the ground of facts as soon as you think you are on the same wavelength with her, because you don't - really.
In the end, I can only say - after all, we are a forum for perfume enthusiasts - that this colleague would never need Tom Ford's "Black Orchid" perfume. Why wouldn't she? It's very simple. She is the black orchid.