This week was a vortex of suckiness.
Monday I made just over $200.
Tuesday I lamed out and didn't even go to work!
Wednesday I left with $150.
Thursday my grand total was...$300!
Holy fuckballs. I wrote a fat check to the Georgia Department of Revenue this week to the tune of $900 and I wanted to buy a new laptop this weekend. I guess I'll work tonight and tomorrow and try to scrounge up $1000 between the two nights.
I know exactly why I haven't made any money, too. Tons of tactical missteps. I'll have a guy call me over and instead of going over and sitting with him I go talk to a regular (who doesn't spend money) or one of my stripper friends. Then about 7 minutes later I'll see him go to vip with another girl.
I don't even get too angry or care too much about this. I'd rather not do vips to be honest. If I could consistently make $300-$400 a night without ever doing vip I'd do that. Unfortunately that's not usually possible these days. I do remember when I first started if you worked the floor all night you could make $500 of floor dances alone.
Hell, on the first thanksgiving I worked I made almost $700 off the floor alone. I need to get back to that!
I'm feeling like a fatty blob mess today because my diet has really slipped this week. On Wednesday night I ate potato skins at work that were covered in cheese, bacon and sour cream. Along with a hefty dose of alcohol.
Last night was the worst. I had a huge piece of cake before work. Then 6 or 7 shots of vodka at work and a redbull that wasn't sugar free. Before I left, I ate a snack bag of lays potato chips. Then I smoked a ton of fucking weed when I got home and knocked out an entire bag of ranch doritos snack mix. Not a snack sized bag, either. I threw the bag away without even looking at the calories because holy fuck, I know it was a lot. Today it's vegetables and calorie free drinks for me.
Apparently the ex is living near me again. We had a short conversation yesterday in which I was informed of this move. Not sure at this point how or why it matters.
Then I got an email from the ex last night talking about communication and a link to an article talking about the psychological differences between men and women with regards to communication. I have a feeling this email was somehow prompted by our earlier conversation, but maybe I'm just being self-absorbed.
The ex always sends out these emails after we have any kind of conversation or argument. He'll send them out to his entire contacts list though, so I don't know. This last email had slightly more palatable content than usual. I'll take evolutionary psychology bullshit over law of attraction new age bullshit any day of the week.
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Friday, November 12, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
On developing a personality
Worked monday, tuesday, wednesday, and thursday of last week. Complete and utter shit, every. single. day.
Monday was sad. I don't even remember it very well. Left at 1:00 with just over $200. Was able to drive home.
Tuesday was...slightly better than monday. Old asian man came in but didn't spend as much as usual. Left at one with just under $300. Once I got home I decided to polish off a bottle of vodka because I was mad about work sucking. Then I decided to email both colorado guy [sorry :)] and the ex. I'm pretty sure I also attached a picture of my boobs to the email. Sometimes I swear I'm 16 years old.
Wednesday I got trashed. The beginning of the night held promise. I made tons of money on stage and everyone seemed to love me. Unfortunately I drank. A lot.
My night in drinks went something like this:
~Two shots at the bar, stage.
~Sitting with a customer, three more shots.
~Friends join me-share two vodka redbulls.
~Share a hennessy cranberry with a friend.
~Join up with friend who is celebrating her birthday and drink a shot of patron.
~Random table, one more shot of vodka.
~Table with cute black guy-one shot of patron.
~Back to the bar for one more vodka redbull shared.
~Drink total: 12
Very unable to drive home.
I also remember hitting on my manager and maybe the bouncers. Of course they had to make fun of me all night thursday for being a lush.
Me and the birthday girl ended up splitting a cab and she crashed at my place. She was trashed and arguing with her hood rat boyfriend over the phone all night. He beats the shit out of her pretty regularly.
Thursday I took it easy on the alcohol. Did maybe 2 shots all night. Left early with just over $200. Acted really out of it all night. I think people probably thought I was on something.
I was talking with the bouncer who's in love with me (wants to fuck me) and he basically told me that I have a shitty personality and that I was born tall and skinny and pretty and get by on my looks so I never had to develop a good personality. For the record mr. bouncer, I like my personality and think I'm hilarious so I don't know what you're talking about.
I barely made a grand last week and worked four nights! Four fucking nights. It's weeks like these that make me feel like this job isn't worth it. I just have to remind myself that I made over 3 grand in one night a few weeks ago and that's how this crazy job goes.
Monday was sad. I don't even remember it very well. Left at 1:00 with just over $200. Was able to drive home.
Tuesday was...slightly better than monday. Old asian man came in but didn't spend as much as usual. Left at one with just under $300. Once I got home I decided to polish off a bottle of vodka because I was mad about work sucking. Then I decided to email both colorado guy [sorry :)] and the ex. I'm pretty sure I also attached a picture of my boobs to the email. Sometimes I swear I'm 16 years old.
Wednesday I got trashed. The beginning of the night held promise. I made tons of money on stage and everyone seemed to love me. Unfortunately I drank. A lot.
My night in drinks went something like this:
~Two shots at the bar, stage.
~Sitting with a customer, three more shots.
~Friends join me-share two vodka redbulls.
~Share a hennessy cranberry with a friend.
~Join up with friend who is celebrating her birthday and drink a shot of patron.
~Random table, one more shot of vodka.
~Table with cute black guy-one shot of patron.
~Back to the bar for one more vodka redbull shared.
~Drink total: 12
Very unable to drive home.
I also remember hitting on my manager and maybe the bouncers. Of course they had to make fun of me all night thursday for being a lush.
Me and the birthday girl ended up splitting a cab and she crashed at my place. She was trashed and arguing with her hood rat boyfriend over the phone all night. He beats the shit out of her pretty regularly.
Thursday I took it easy on the alcohol. Did maybe 2 shots all night. Left early with just over $200. Acted really out of it all night. I think people probably thought I was on something.
I was talking with the bouncer who's in love with me (wants to fuck me) and he basically told me that I have a shitty personality and that I was born tall and skinny and pretty and get by on my looks so I never had to develop a good personality. For the record mr. bouncer, I like my personality and think I'm hilarious so I don't know what you're talking about.
I barely made a grand last week and worked four nights! Four fucking nights. It's weeks like these that make me feel like this job isn't worth it. I just have to remind myself that I made over 3 grand in one night a few weeks ago and that's how this crazy job goes.
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