Here is the Irony of Girlfridayz

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A shared thought can help others navigate. I also wanted to develop AI since I am of a knee height. You can find out why in the second sentence. I always find coding fascinating, and I coded in Pascal and C++. When I was a kid living in France.

Then I did not keep with the practice and had other interests growing up, and the robotic industry was barely nonexistent.

For instance: "in 1958’s The Revenge of Frankenstein he shows genuine concern for the patients of the poor hospital he controls, in contrast to the Baron as portrayed in Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed (1969), where Cushing is a ruthless megalomaniac who utilises blackmail, rape and murder to terrorise those around him." Victor Frankenstein-Wikipedia.

Then life happened, and after missing out on the 1988 Olympics in Seoul because I lost the French tournament in Badminton, and in the last set playing for France, the score was 2/21.

I was so devastated, despite the encouragement to continue and pursue what was perceived by my family and the outside audience as my young professional career was cut short.

I went to the UK to nurse my wound and took an au pair job, which was perfect to keep busy and forget the defeat. Fred was divorced, and his wife went to America with his only daughter. He was distraught and was happy to have me around, and was potting around me.

I did my job, cooked, cleaned and went to school to learn English, but when I was going out with my friends, he dropped me off at the house party or rave and waited for me to come out to bring me back home.

I thought that was nice of him, and he did not have any ulterior motive that seeing me as a substitute for his lost child. After 1 year, I moved back to France and went to college, I was 19 years old.

That experience taught me a huge lesson to never give up when the going gets tough. I finished college and went to Martinique to live with my sister Marilyn at 19 years old.

She told me when I was at her house, "Don't think it will sand beach, party - you need to work for your food and money, nothing is free in the world." I replied, "Oui, Marilyn, j'ai compris."

I took up a job selling door-to-door English books to the West Indies of Martinique island audience, who always asked me 80% of the time what was in the book.

I always said The Queen's English, I guessed. I am here to sell it to you, not to read it to you. Some pep replied, "That rude, misses." I retorted, "No, it is not, I don't know what's inside, I was told to sell you the book."

I was successful at selling because some people wanted to learn the Queen's English and happily bought the leather binding series. My sister Marilyn had lavish taste, and she had champagne roof parties on her estate. Or a champagne bath party, I bathed in champagne that was fabulous, new, weird, but intriguing.

At 21 years old, I left my sister to come to live in the UK to learn the Queen's English. Because I figured out that if people asked me again what was in the books, I ought to learned it from the UK where Queen Elizabeth lived.

Here I share a vulnerability with you, and you must be careful for your safety when reading this: I went to a party with a group of friends to a club. Gordon, 40 years old, asked to party with us and we said yes. We were drunk as skunks, and we went to my friend Jerry's to sleep. Gordon followed us.

He asked Jerry if he could crash at his crib because he lives far and will leave in the morning. Jerry said yes, and the bed arrangement was that I slept alone in his mother's bed, my friend slept with her boyfriend in his room, and him with his girlfriend in the guest room. He told Gordon he could crash on the settee.

During the night I thought I had a sex dream but after awhile it felt way to real and I woke up to find Gordon raping me in my sleep. I pushed him and screamed the house down and he put his hand on my mouth and continue raping me. My scream where effective because Jerry rushed into his mum's bedroom and grabbed him off me.

My friends arrived in the room and we threw him outside the flat and beat him until he could not move. When my rage stopped after I tried to kill him but did not, for the violation of my body, rapping while sleeping, taking advantage of my drunken state. He had the guts to tell me "I going to report you to the police for assaulting and beating me, you fucking bitch". I replied "go ahead mother fuckers who are they going to believe -- you just rapped me, justice served on your way old man, if you don't want to die early."

Side note: since then, I don't drink alcohol or take any recreational drugs. I learned my lesson at 21 years old from this unfortunate misfortune cured me from drinking alcohol, because if I were not drunk, he would not have taken advantage of me. I never blamed myself because I was able to see it was not my fault, and I never reported it. Up to now, I don't drink, and if I do, it is one drink only.

My love of coding and trying to develop code in AI didn't materialise, but I always secretly love voicing it on occasion. I got another au pair job with Miss Ryley of Wandsworth, London, and she was a toxic employer who was egotistic because she was a successful black author.

She used the fact that my English was abysmal because I was learning the language. But instead of teaching me or sending me to college, part of the au pair deal job. She thought I was her maid and tried to enslave me, had me work from 6.00 am to 11.00 pm every day, looking after her two bratty, no manners kids who thought they could do anything with the au pair.

I stayed three days with the bitch and that was too much. I called my agency and told them in franglais type of new language that I did not come to the UK to be abuse by a crazy black bitch who had no manners and devilish practice.

They moved me and removed her from their database of possible placements. I learned another life lesson one must adapt to the law of the country they live in. It is a must to do your homework to save your ass when danger come.

I ended up in Islington with the Fancett family. They were lovely people with an alcohol habit; the father, Paul, was working for BT as an Engineer, and the mother, Stephany, was working from home as an accountant for small businesses. They were fairly successful, had their dwelling and two children, a boy, Tom and a girl, Emma.

Emma was a child and helped me speak English, and Tom was a toddler, and I was looking after him. I used to take them on the tube to the London zoo to see the animals, despite Paul and Stephany saying that they shouldn't go outside Islington.

I thought it was too restricted and thought the kids should widen their knowledge and stretch their minds. Seeing the sand pit and the park was all they were allowed to see, and I had a grandiose vision.

Side note, I left Le Havre because the town was too small.

Paul Fancett took it upon himself to help the au pair learned English. I had the best teacher one could get. He told me to put down my dictionary and open my ears, and listen to the conversation around me. He told me to relax and say to yourself that you can speak English and you already know how to.

I thought ok, he must be right because he said this in English, not in French, and I find myself saying ok. I was not too sure I understood, but I was open to learning. Stephany who wanted a French au pair, was happy to perfect her French with me.

Paul, on the other hand, fired English at me relentlessly. I began to listen, survival mode kicked in, and my brain registered the new language, which felt familiar because I had learned it in France when I was in college.

I began to speak franglais and mix English and French until I got it and lost the French; It took me 3 months to speak basic English, and when they enrolled me on an English course for foreign students at King's Cross College, I was an excellent student by their standard and I got my profeciency in English Advanced (C1): meaning an individual can understand complex arguments and express fluently and precisely. But my pronunciation was abysmal, and a learning process.

I started speaking with an associate language method as I realised some English words are the same as French words and mean the same thing. The Fancetts were impressed, and Paul stepped up the learning, and I learned Cockney language, "A dog with a bone", pub language, rude English, cussing, the whole repertoire of the English Language.

I was fluent in English after one or two years, and the Fancett family was nice because when they went on holiday, they sent me back home on holiday in France to my family. I stayed two weeks and returned to the UK. It was a change from the Ryley of Wandsworth -- A breeze.

I told them after two years that I had found another job as a barista working for a pub. Paul was not happy for me, he thought I left them in the lurch, even if the job was starting in 4 weeks, giving them plenty of time to find a replacement au pair.

He had a rage and threw me out, the neighbour took me in. Stephany did not agree with the move and paid me compensation for the unfair treatment by her husband.

I never felt guilty, in hindsight I realised that as long as he was teaching me English, he thought he was in control, I lost 20 kilos of weight, and he was enormously impressed, so he bought me a little black dress as a present for the achievement, who got his wife jaleous because she was mighty please that I was fat too it felt conforting to her and when I decided to lose the weight because English larks where calling me fatty in street for their pleasure, it became a problem to her and started argument with her husband as she thought something else was happening.

I ended up in a homeless hostel in King's Cross, London, because the neighbour could not keep me any longer. I was getting benefits, and they were giving me £10 a week after taking all the benefit money for food and a shared bedroom space with about 8 beds and for good behaviour, you could get the single room.

The woman there where a sex worker to supplement their income and tried to convince me to join the game, and it was good money. I replied no I value my body and it is a temple not to be used by a village and added I am fucking jocking, mate don't it take badly.

The boss of the group of sex workers, the hardcore woman (The Madam) replied, "You ok, do you, angel?". I took a job at Wendy's selling burgers and fries to their customers and doing double shifts to earn enough cash to leave this place. My friend Sly gave me a Jaguar, which I refused because I could not drive, and he was exporting cars to Germany and got a lot of cash.

He gave me £1000 to leave the hostel, and I went to leave with my friend Didi, who was working as an au pair for a French family. I kept my job at Wendy's and was able to move into a room in Clapham South nearer Morden, and this was the start of unlawful evictions by unscrupulous Landlords. I never got told to move because of rent due, but because of family coming to visit and I had to move. I quickly learned to ask to be rehoused to another property if they had another one.

These shenanigans took place 17 times until I got to live in Brixton with the father of my first child, who put me homeless because I was pregnant, I was 24 years old. I was temporarily rehoused in Clapham North, and after that, permanently in Southwell Road, and I had 2 children 4 years later.

In hindsight, I learnt so many lessons along the way. I met good and bad people, but they shaped my resolve and life choices. My partner was not the best guy that one could get, and he taught me a new set of lessons due to his shortcomings brought on by his upbringing.

We separated, and we remained amicable because I am amiable, and he was not used to that, therefore, he held onto kindness...In hindsight, if I had listened to my intuition instead of going against my better judgment, my life would have been very different.

Hence, Girlfridayz's spychology model of consumers' wants and needs was created on 28/11/22, depicts neatly these innate behaviours traits of your customers in a neat pyramid shape part of the Amable Selling Method, finished on 25-4-25, which you must take into consideration when selling products or services to your audience.

On a side note: visit La Booktique for business and marketing books, do you see the irony? I was selling English books in Martinique to customers, and I am the author of 34 business and marketing books, and 1 fiction book, Paula and the Bugs, formerly known as The Bathroom, a bug's story.

The Bathroom Fight: A Bugs Story is a book by Patricia Trisha Amable that tells a whimsical tale of a real-life encounter with a parasite that burrowed into the protagonist's toe. The story, though based on a true event, is told with fictionalised bug characters and a humorous, nonsensical tone, as described on Amazon. The book explores a real medical issue, Cellulitis, in a lighthearted and imaginative way.

Based on a true story

The story is inspired by a real deadly event involving the protagonist, Paula, who contracted Cellulitis after a parasite burrowed into her toe while exercising in Southwark Park.

Humorous and nonsensical

The book uses fictionalised bug characters and a lighthearted, nonsensical tone to tell the story, making it engaging and entertaining.

Explores a real medical condition

The story is centred around Cellulitis, a serious infection caused by bacteria, and the protagonist's fight to regain her health.

Lived to tell the story

The book attracted amazing reviews worldwide, and even a reader told me to contact Pixar to do something about the bugs story part of the book. The updated story can be found in Paula and the Bugs, as I wanted to distance myself from the horrific bug infections and it was purging to give you the second helping under a change of title.

AI arrived and full lengh humanoid are amongst us better looking than Frankenstein monster, I only developed 9 business tools calculators in Javascript and several widgets that you can see and use on Girlfridayz Limited coded by me using Javascript after having taught myself Java and HTML but I learned Javascript at uni in South Bank University in Southbank which is one of London's prime residential areas.

Girlfridayz podcast sums up a decade of dedication to bringing to the UK small businesses useful business and marketing powerful curated business and marketing listening content for business growth, including Girlfridayz business blog providing a wealth of expert knowledge to UK small businesses, and even international students drawn some useful information to complete a piece of work for their studies.

Spotting opportunities that others don't see, I managed to advance extensively the Marketing and Business industries, mainly in customer acquisition and retention, with 25 theories in customer acquisition and retention, which include our Competitor theory model, Gap Reduction theory, the Star Sales Principles, The TIME Matrix and Amable Selling Method which are our biggest breakthrough and Mega theories brought to the world in this centuary and deserve recognition for the consistency in bringing to the world one or two theories model per years through visualisation and meditation in my hot water bath, occasionally at my desk since 2018 to 2025.

The Irony of Girlfridayz is a celebration of our achievements and serious events that change the course of our lives. Trisha Amable is the founder and creator of Girlfridayz Limited, which has had its share of adversities. Our business name was stolen by Anna Grover of Wolverhampton, West Midlands, in 2009.

I was so naive and distraught, I gradually lost many customers to her and ended up terminating Virtualgirlfridayz in 2012 and worked as a service manager for Millenium Home. This story gave us an award when we restarted Virtualgirlfridayz on the 5th June 2015 after the care homes closed in 2014.

On 2016 September 2 we got a Limited status and trademark in 2017, then in 2018-2019, we won The Be Mogul Award: The most inspirational Influential Black Business in Britain.

This recognition of overcoming my theft and restarting my online businesses galvanised me to build the foundation of girlfridayz, girlfriday into an industry leader, world-class dual step-by-step empire hub providing everything a startup business needs from start-up to its growth with services that meet any startup where they are in their business growth.

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I hope you enjoy reading our ironies over the years and tribulations, as well as successes.

Trisha Amable

Founder, CEO of Girlfridayz Limited

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