The plough girl - part eight
By Diana the Valkyrie
Olga, coconuts and the plough dance

Olga

Working at the "Rain of Gold" (which we jokingly called the "Golden
Shower") was fun, and I soon found places where I could bring guys
for a bit of pussycatting.

The emasculation of Flascetto had become widely known, and a couple
of other "big guys" had stopped coming to the Shower, which turned
out to be a good thing. They expected free drinks, but were wise
enough to avoid gambling at the tables. So they were just a burden
on the casino. And the actual castrator of Flascetto was never
identified. Maybe no-one tried very hard.

I noticed that a few guys would quietly cross their legs when I was
nearby. And I wasn't getting cracks about "girlie bouncer" any more.

Then the boss called me into his office. "Yes boss," I asked. "Call
me Simon," he said, "I want to promote you." "Sounds good," I said,
"tell me more." "I'd like you to head up the whole casino security
team," explained Simon, "the job gives you a pay rise of 60%,
and you get to tell the other security guys how to handle things."

This was something I wasn't ready for. I actually have no idea
how to run a team of security guys, but a jump in pay to $400 per
day sounded good, and I reckoned that I could ask Jim back at the
KittyKat how to do this. Or maybe Gary, who now felt that he owed
me big for saving him from that ambush.

So I accepted the job (and the pay boost), and Simon put it up on
the staff noticeboard. And then I thought, wait. Who was the team
leader before?  And what's his view of this. So I went to talk to
Richard Cross, the previous incumbent, and find out his take on me
having his job.

He was not pleased. No surprise there. Indeed, he looked rather
sullen.  "Replaced by a newbie girl," he said, "what did you do,
sleep with the boss?" "Ah," I said, "I should have thought of that
myself. But actually, I didn't. I think it's in recognition of me
taking down that leech Flascetto, and a signal to people like him
that they can't push us around any more. Not if they want to keep
their balls."

"Humph," he said. "Look, Richard, I'll talk to Simon. You'll be my
second in command, and you'll keep the same wages that you're getting
now."  He brightened up. "My take is this," I continued, "I'll work
on the strategy, you'll work on the tactics." "Huh?" "I'll set the
policies for the security team, you'll work out the shift schedules,
and say who does what, where." He looked a lot better. "And my
first policy changes are these. One, we pay women and men the same
amount if they're doing the same job. Two, we don't allow guys to
put their hand up the women's skirts, or any other kind of sexual
harassment. And three, the next time we have a vacancy, we advertise
specifically for plough girls."

"We can't do that," said Richard, "it's gender discrimination."
I suppose it is, at that. "OK, we make a big deal about wanting
people who can lift a 620 pound plough." "That we can do, but there
won't be any men who can do that." "Just so," I said.

So I told Simon, our boss, that Richard wouldn't be taking a pay
cut.  He made a face, but agreed. I didn't tell him about my other
decisions, I felt that I didn't need to clear them with the boss.

I told Richard to organise a staff meeting tomorrow, with the time
set for the start of the shift. And at the meeting, I explained
the policies that I wanted, and got the staff to buy into them.

Then I had a separate meeting with the technical staff, in which
they explained to me how they checked the statistics of the roulette
wheel, the blackjack tables and all the other ways that the casino. I
didn't really understand the mathematics, but it was good that they
were doing these checks. "If you find anything that looks naughty,
let me know," I said.

I talked to Richard, and told him, we need a break room. A place
where staff can go during break times, it isn't good enough for
them to just hang around the casino. Richard agreed, and went to
talk to Simon about it.

And then I went to talk to Simon about an idea that Mike had
suggested.  "Here's the thing. We put on some entertainment;
singers and suchlike, but we've go some in-house talent that we're
not using." "Who's that," he asked. "Me."

I explained the idea. I started with coconuts. "We get in a couple
of dozen coconuts, and every so often, maybe every hour, we do a
roll of drums to attract customers' attention, and I get up on stage
and crush a coconut between my thighs." "You can do that?" "I'm a
plough girl, I can pull a half ton plough through hard ground. Yes,
I can crush a coconut. Or a man's skull, but with coconuts it
isn't murder."

Simon shook himself. "Let's do it." So I told Richard to make the
necessary arrangements. "We'll let the customers check out the
coconuts, so they can see that isn't being faked." "Good idea. Let
them try to crush the coconuts themselves." This was going to start
from next Monday.

When I saw the new break room, I said "It's a bit bare. Could we
decorate it up a bit?" Richard asked, "What would you suggest?" "How
about a plough?" " "A plough?" "Yes, you can buy an old plough
on eBay. Clean it up a bit, remove the rust, and hang it on the
wall." "A plough?" he asked again.  "Yes," I said. "A plough
represents renewal and the start of production."  "OK, he said,
"a plough."

When the break room was ready, we had a formal opening after the
shift was over for the day. We had a coffee machine, a few comfy
chairs, and a refrigerator stocked with non-alcoholic drinks. The
plough was hung on the far wall, taking pride of place.  It wasn't
my plough, of course, but it was a constant reminder to me of
why I was there - in the long term, to revive Novovysoke. People
weren't getting any more time off, but their breaks would now be
more relaxing.

I did get asked, "Why a plough?" So I explained that this represented
a technological advance made thousands of years ago, that enabled
the agricultural revolution and spurred an explosive growth in human
population. Plus, if you look at it, it's a really ingenious piece
of equipment, and is so much more sophisticated than a simple spade.

Of course, I'm a big fan of ploughs and ploughing.







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