We learned a lot on ‘The Apprentice Martha’ this week. We learned that Westin is run by Mr. T., popcorn machines are the next big thing and we learned that when furnishing a room, furniture is the key component.

I have to say, Martha is making a nice name for herself in reality. Last week was one of those totally illogical and egregiously unfair maneuvers that raises eyebrows and the interest level. Weak pun intended, she played the trump card and showed that rules were meant to be broken. Quite honestly, she rendered them completely meaningless. If I’m left in the loft, I don’t know how much credence I’m placing on who I take along into the boardroom. As unfair as it was, I can’t blame her. “Fake it ‘til you make it” sounds harmless enough, but it was said in the wrong company. In the wrong hands, it can be loosely translated in English to read “Be a complete fraud until you have some semblance of talent.”

Unfortunately, Martha is falling into the same trap that has befallen the Donald. She’s shipping out the most talented cast members because they flopped on one task. Last season Trump had nothing to work with as the big guns stepped up early and blabbered in front of Gene Simmons and went bye-bye.

This time around, no big guns were booted as some dead weight disappeared like the ottomans. The task was to renovate a Westin suite. Primarius went with an entertainment theme complete with games and candy and a popcorn machine, which they treated like their first born. They mentioned it every sixty seconds. As for colors, they went with prison grey to make Martha feel more at home. Their bathroom wallpaper was so egregious, it somehow made me claustrophobic. You know those movies were people are trapped in a cement chamber and the walls are closing in on them? That’s the sensation I got by looking at the wallpaper. One thing I’m not looking for in a bathroom experience is to feel like I’m being buried alive. But that’s just me.

Matchstick spent six hours to come up with a “concept” for the suite. After six hours of impassioned discussion and a near fist fight, “F.L.O.W” was born. It stands for, “For leisure or work” which just as easily could have been “W.H.N.C.” for “We have no concept.”

The bright side is that since it took six hours, it left plenty of time to furnish the joint. Bethenny was left a heaping nine minutes to furnish the entire suite. The Crate and Barrel guy had the “Looks like I’m not slipping out of here five minutes early tonight” face going as she purchased half the store. Leslie felt she picked out excellent pieces. I’ll guess we’ll have to take her word for it.

As the clock ticked down, Charles, the C.E.O. made an excellent observation, “Where…ummmm…Where does somebody sit?” It turns out, the delivery guys got into the relaxation of the whole “F.L.O.W” concept and were nowhere to be found.

I got to give Leslie a TON of credit. She stood in front of the big wigs of Westin, and presented a suite with absolutely NO furniture. Here was her spin. “What is it you really want? You don’t want fluffy sofas cluttering up the place do you?” How she kept a straight face is beyond me, especially since one of the suits had a six inch Mohawk and said his name was VD (at least that’s what I deciphered after three rewinds).

In the boardroom, Dawn got nixed for her negativity and for subjecting the team to her eye boogies after over sleeping. Leslie caught slack for six hours of nothingness and Bethenny failed to deliver any furniture when she was given close to ten minutes to compete her task, plenty of time.

Although much of that was unheard because Primarius kept randomly shouting out, “Popcorn machine! Did you see the popcorn machine?!? We had a popcorn machine! It made real popcorn! Buttered!”

Dawn’s negativity and the fact that she hates work with unbridled passion was just enough to send her packing.