Gentlemen, I want answers. Our quarterly earnings are in the garbage, and I expect one of you overpaid three-martini-lunch layabouts to have a good explanation why my family’s home-decor company is bleeding money like a physician of high standing using proper, modern medical techniques against female mental illness?
So, what’s to be? Can anyone in this boardroom tell me why sales of our signature terrifying yellow wallpaper are down?
Edwards, I’m looking at you. I didn’t put you in charge of the Smouldering, Sulphuric Interior Design department for you to try to pass the buck on this one.
For 133 years, our iconically sprawling, flamboyant yellow wallpaper design has defined an entire company. My great-grandfather started this business with nothing more than a dream, unquestioned male decision-making, and an inheritance that he took the burden of handling for my great-grandmother, who was… unwell.
And now, for some unknown reason, people don’t want to buy our wallpaper? Are you all claiming that the public no longer has an interest in unclean yellows? Have dull yet lurid oranges fallen out of fashion?