Although It Depends On Who's Tasting It
Also, we here on the blog have been documenting the grim results of dictators who suffer from the 'disease' that goes with their position as top of the regime ladder: living in an information bubble, protected from any intrusions by grimy reality. In this tale we'll be covering both malicious compliance and someone living in a cocoon of entitlement. Art!
This is a 'cocoon of entitlement', apparently.
The tale is told by the Coordinator, HOtel Operations, hereafter CHOP, working at Events, Professionals, Occasions and Conventions Hotel, hereafter EPOCH. This was a very large, prestigious venue that dealt overwhelmingly with corporate and business occupancy during the week and with large events, such as weddings, at the weekend. Art!
The hotel's General Manager was Brittany. Brittany Lacking Adequate Means, hereafter BLAM. She dressed the part, and could spout corporate buzzwords at the drop of a Balenciaga, schmoozing with upper echelons, which seems to be how she got the job, as she knew nil about actual hotel operations at EPOCH, not to mention being utterly clueless about property management software, payroll, audit requirements or talking down angry guests.
Not that she let this disconnect bother her, as she shifted it all to CHOP, whom listed all the extra jobs she did with no extra pay: group bookings, vendor schedules, staff cover, complaints, VIPs, maintenance planning, preparing occupancy and revenue reports and - put a pin in this one - corporate audit preparation. Art!
Chop chop, CHOP
BLAM thus lived in her own little bubble, totally unaware of what happened on a day-to-day basis in EPOCH because she didn't have to: CHOP did it all for her.
Another reason for going the extra PROUD IMPERIAL MILE was that the currently empty Assistant General Manager position was due to be filled, and CHOP felt she'd be a shoo-in for the role as she was already doing it in practice.
Alas, no. The interviewer was BLAM, whom told CHOP they 'Weren't leadership material. Stop trying to do my job and just be a coordinator,' possibly shooting them down because they were so much better at being an unpaid AGM that they'd threaten BLAM's position.
O dearie me! BLAM was so fully insulated from having to do her job that she didn't understand what it involved.
Here beginneth the Malicious Compliance. Art!
That, of course - obviously! - is CHOP staying in their lane.
1) The Wedding Party Fiasco: BLAM had ignored 3 e-mails sent from a wedding planner about block-booking rooms at the weekend for a wedding party. Normally CHOP would have intercepted these and ensured the rooms were booked. No longer! When the thirty-strong wedding party turned up there were only 4 free rooms and BLAM had to spend thousands in moving guests to other hotels in order to free up enough rooms at EPOCH. Oooops. Art!
Bride don't look happy
2) The VIP Fiasco: BLAM had assured a VIP with an awful lot of clout would receive a top-floor suite, with complimentary wine and an 'artisinal' welcome basket with various cheeses and local delicacies. She did this over the phone and then completely neglected to inform anyone else, with the result that the VIP was treated like an NIP. CHOP had seen the post-it with the details scribbled on that BLAM had stuck to her own monitor, and would previously have sorted this out. No longer!
The furious VIP demanded to speak to BLAM, and then coldly tore a strip off her, before departing and taking his company's business with him. BLAM tried to challenge CHOP about not helping or doing anything, to which they clapped back, repeating the phrase about 'staying in your lane'. Which instantly deflated BLAM. Art!
3) The Medical Professional Conference Fiasco: Despite CHOP having warned BLAM about this event well before it happened, said notification had been ignored. As a result, there was no enormous hot buffet for the med pros when they came down for lunch, since the vendor who normally supplied such events had never received a purchase order. They demanded, and got, a very large discount for breach of contract. Art!
4) The Corporate Auditor Fiasco: We finally get to this one. 2 inspectors turned up, entirely unexpectedly for BLAM, as she had no idea that corporate would gently hint an audit was due in the next week. Prior to this, CHOP would have done all the chasing, ordering, organising and certification needed. No longer! BLAM had no idea what half the forms the inspectors asked for were, let alone where to find them. She pleaded with CHOP for help, to no avail. EPOCH failed their Safety, Administrative and Vendor Compliance standards. This, lest ye be unaware, is not good, not good at all, and can lead to GM's getting a disciplinary or being fired. It led to HR mounting an investigation. Art!
When BLAM tried to throw CHOP under the bus, her wild allegations of 'failing to help', 'obstruction!' and 'OUTRIGHT SABOTAGE!!' were rebutted by a solid paper trail of e-mails and notifications being sent to her - and being ignored.
The consequences of her gross negligence were that CHOP got the AGM role, since BLAM was moved many towns away to a small, budget hotel. Why not fired? Ah, because that way her employers didn't have to pay her severance or unemployment, which would have been substantial, just put her in an intolerable situation where she would either resign or be sacked for cause. Probably the latter as she had 0 hotel management abilities or knowledge.
Imagine saying to your other half 'Do you like the casserole? It's got that goose that laid golden eggs in it.'
Further To That Lid And The Memes It Has Generated
It's a good job for Putinpot that he doesn't use the internet, as he'd have been hard put to avoid seeing the hilariously creative memes that inventive folks have come up with about the exploding oil storage tank, and having a rage-induced stroke at his age would be bad.
This is one of the better ones. Art!
Gotta love the Ocker sense of humour.
Donold Trump Runs True To Course
As we all know by now, Mopey Dick The Orange Land Whale likes to swoop in and take credit for successes he's had nothing to do with, and to fob off on other bootlicking saps the failures he's created. Hence I believe Lutnick is going to be left holding the tariff baby when it all goes hideously wrong, as an example. Art!
DJ Tango is staying in the US whilst Judge Death Vance is delivering the cold hand of lethal terminality to the the talks, so Donold can avoid being blamed for when things go wrong. If, by some impossible happenstance, things end up alright, Fat Caligula will immediately bombard the airwaves and Truth Social about how it was all down to him him him. Well, Donnie Dorko, just remember that every passing day means the mid-term elections also draw closer.
Hmmm How Can I Say 'No'?
For the last few weeks Your Humble Scribe has been playing Youtube music channels whilst I compose BOOJUM! which helps the creative juices flow. I'm pretty sure there's AI involved in these hour-long instrumentals, just not sure how, exactly. Art!
Shades of the 3 Mustapha 3, one feels. Which is a good thing, before you ask. Waiter! A taxi for my uncle!
A Moment's Silence, Please
Thank you. We are honouring the British character actor David Daker, whom I know best thanks to his role in the BBC's premier dramamentary series 'Doctor Who', where he played Baron Irongron in 'The Time Warrior'. Art!
He looks dangerously close to smiling when his job was to be hairy and scary.
Jitterbugged off this mortal coil Sunday 21st June 2026.
