I’ve been up close and personal with some real life devils wearing Prada.
My profession – public relations – is overrun with ego driven Miranda Priestlys with gangster-length rap sheets of complaints from staffers.
They make money for the company, so HR will often gloss over their “behavioral issues” by sending them to a people version of dog obedient school, where the ultimate goal is to get them to drop the condescending voice and making interns cry. It rarely works.
The idea of sending someone who works in a supposed “people profession” to “charm school” always seemed odd to me, akin to ordering a chef to take nutrition classes.