Work has been slow lately. Post holiday season is always pretty rough-but it'll improve.
I was stalking around (I'm a firm believer that everyone does this) on myspace and noticed the popularity of self-descriptive lists on profiles. Most lists look something like this: I am witty, courageous, helpful, dependable, funny, on and on with every cliche positive trait ever 'invented'.
Give me a fucking break. I don't look at your profile to find out that you're helpful-matter of fact, I already know you're a selfish cunt, so spare me. I'm on there to find out who you're dating, who the baby daddy of your unborn child is, who's commenting on your wall, and to look at skanky pictures of you and your drunk skanky friends.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Drinkers Beware
Monday night started out like every other Monday night at the club. Slow, too many girls, cold as fuck, no where else I'd rather be!
Around 12:30-after maybe 4 shots, I guess I started to feel unwell and wandered into the dressing room. Then I proceeded to vomit in the trashcan and pass out on the floor. In addition to calling and texting some people (looking at my phone records most of the numbers I attempted to dial didn't even exist). Someone came and picked me up (off the floor and from work) and I woke up 4 or 5 hours later to throw up again. I remember very little.
At first I assumed I had just drank too much, but after some deliberation I've decided I was probably slipped some GHB (you know, affectionately known as date rape drug) some time during the night. There's no way I would react like that to only 4 shots (over a 3 hour period). I went from fairly sober to vomitting and passing out in a matter of minutes. It happens more often than it should at these sorts of establishments (and regular clubs as well) and I've heard many stories from girls about being drugged at work.
I going to go ahead and assume that the 'doctor of internal medicine' may have been the culprit. Creepy old prick who left pretty suddenly with plenty of cash in hand. I also (stupidly) let him order me a shot while I was in the bathroom.
If anyone actually reads this-remember-NEVER leave a drink unattended in the presence of strangers (or even creepster friends). I don't even understand the mentality of someone drugging a stripper at the club. It's not like you can molest me out on the floor with dozens of people and big strong bouncers lounging around. So be careful everyone-GHB isn't as fun as you may think!
Around 12:30-after maybe 4 shots, I guess I started to feel unwell and wandered into the dressing room. Then I proceeded to vomit in the trashcan and pass out on the floor. In addition to calling and texting some people (looking at my phone records most of the numbers I attempted to dial didn't even exist). Someone came and picked me up (off the floor and from work) and I woke up 4 or 5 hours later to throw up again. I remember very little.
At first I assumed I had just drank too much, but after some deliberation I've decided I was probably slipped some GHB (you know, affectionately known as date rape drug) some time during the night. There's no way I would react like that to only 4 shots (over a 3 hour period). I went from fairly sober to vomitting and passing out in a matter of minutes. It happens more often than it should at these sorts of establishments (and regular clubs as well) and I've heard many stories from girls about being drugged at work.
I going to go ahead and assume that the 'doctor of internal medicine' may have been the culprit. Creepy old prick who left pretty suddenly with plenty of cash in hand. I also (stupidly) let him order me a shot while I was in the bathroom.
If anyone actually reads this-remember-NEVER leave a drink unattended in the presence of strangers (or even creepster friends). I don't even understand the mentality of someone drugging a stripper at the club. It's not like you can molest me out on the floor with dozens of people and big strong bouncers lounging around. So be careful everyone-GHB isn't as fun as you may think!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
If all el$e fail$...
I made a shit-load of money this past week (Sunday, Monday, Tuesday) so I've been in a pretty decent mood. If all else fails, money will put me in a good mood.
Did a VIP with two guys and another girl in one of our small VIP rooms-was absolutely hilarious. Both guys (young ones) were very drunk and mine was pretty fucking attractive. And I wasn't even drunk like I usually am when I find customers attractive.
Both my friends ditched me and our New Year's Eve plans last minute in order to pursue their own agendas. Whatever; I've known for a while now that I have pretty shitty friends.
School starts in a week.
I can't wait to work this week and hopefully make tons of money!
Did a VIP with two guys and another girl in one of our small VIP rooms-was absolutely hilarious. Both guys (young ones) were very drunk and mine was pretty fucking attractive. And I wasn't even drunk like I usually am when I find customers attractive.
Both my friends ditched me and our New Year's Eve plans last minute in order to pursue their own agendas. Whatever; I've known for a while now that I have pretty shitty friends.
School starts in a week.
I can't wait to work this week and hopefully make tons of money!
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