Saturday was my first night back. Back into the chaotic and lovely world of strippers. The new club seems promising, as far as number of customers, but the quality of said customers is not what I'm used to.
I was a mediocre stripper last night. My hustle was weak, but luckily the party atmosphere of the club made it impossible not to sell dances.
The other girls pretty much ignored me (thankfully), and management seems fine. It's interesting how clique-y strip club employees can be. I suppose it's like that at any workplace, but I can't really say seeing as I've never held a 'normal' job long enough to notice.
The poles are a goldish brass color, which I kind of hate. They also don't extend all the way to the ceiling, making them seem unstable. Not like I can do any pole acrobatics or anything, but I'm concerned for the other girls' well being.
The best part about working again is the money. Even though I did far from well, I still made more in my single night of titty shaking than my roommate makes in a week. Not like it's a contest or anything...Those crisp, or folded length-wise, dollar bills just make me so happy.
Another nice thing about this club is the lack of fixed schedules. At the last club I worked at we had to determine our schedule (3 days minimum) a week in advance, which frankly pisses me off. If I wanted to work on a schedule, I'd go work at the fucking post office.
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