I didn't do particularly well at work any of the days I made it in this week. Not horrible, just not great.
I did have one customer who wanted to eat m&ms from between my toes. He was a foot fetish guy (and maybe and m&m one, too). At first I was like 'hell no,' but then I figured I'd rather deal with that than the usual gropeasaurus rex. So, I raised my price a bit (hey, gotta pay more for out of the ordinary shit) and off we went. It was weird, but not too bad. No regrets. It's funny getting the fetish guys, 'cause they often look nothing like you'd expect.
Tonight at work I'm going to be harassed by the bouncer, as he keeps harassing me about our next date. I just don't want to date him. Hell, I don't even want to go on any more dates with him, fancy free dinners and all. Gah. Such a shitty situation. Any suggestions on what to tell him without making our working relationship weird? I've already told him I feel weird about dating a coworker, and that I'm just not sure I want to be dating anyone right now, to no avail. What makes it worse is that all the other bouncers know about the mexican (who i'm pretty regularly sleeping with at this point), so I wonder if they told the bouncer about him.
Speaking of the mexican, we hung out this weekend and acted like drunks. It's one of those relationships (and I use that word extremely lightly) that is super fun, but probably unhealthy. Oh well. I'm not good at reading people, especially when I'm sloshed all the time, so I have no idea what's going on in his head (I'm not sure he does, either).
While I'm on the subject of men I've slept with, the ex decided to pop into the club Friday night...He's been doing that a lot lately. Luckily for me, I left 2 hours early that night, so I was literally doing my last dance of the night when he walked in. I went straight to the back after that without saying hello, and went home. Of course he had to send me some smart ass message. I really don't know what's going on in that man's head...
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Tuesday, December 21, 2010
life without work
I haven't been working much at all this month. I think i've worked a total of 5 nights so far...
I spent the whole weekend in Atlanta.
Saturday morning I went to my friend's graduation reception/lunch thingy. I got to meet her entire family. Very traditional southern. Super religious, super friendly, somewhat racist...delicious food-making abilities. After the lunch we were all supposed to go back to her condo (all being me and her friends; family not included) and drink in preparation for the night ahead, but graduating girl freaked out and decided she wanted to spend the rest of the weekend at her parents' house so she left.
Her roommate and I decided we were going to go out regardless. Ga tech kid came along, which was useful because the bar we went to happened to be charging a cover, but since he used to work there we got in for free. He also drove and bought us libations. Once the night was over he dropped my friend off and we went back to his place, per usual.
The next morning we went and got breakfast and hung out a bit and then I decided to meet back up with my friend from the night before and watch the Falcons game at a nearby venue. We arrived at said venue at 4:30 and left around 11:00. She used to work at another restuarant with the manager there so we got a few free drinks out of that. There was also this company christmas party thing going on, which started at 9:30. I suppose the courteous thing to do would have been to move downstairs as to not interrupt the party, but we decided to make things as awkward as possible and stay.
After we get home my friend is acting a little weird. I confront her about this weirdness and she confesses to me that she is with child. wtf. Apparently the guy she's been hooking up with impregnated her, so yeah. She keeps trying to call him to inform him of this, but because he's a doucheface he isn't answering his phone. She finally decides to text him the news. Nothing like finding out you knocked some chick up through a text.
Speaking of texts, the ex texted me the other morning. I hadn't texted or called him for over 2 weeks so I guess he was due. He acts annoyed whenever I contact him, but when I go too long without contacting him, well you know. I think he may have some sort of sense that allows him to know when I'm dating someone. It seems he always starts trying to talk and hang with me once I get with someone else. He has no way of knowing these things, though...
I'm still undecided about ga tech kid at this point. He calls me a lot. Almost every day. I usually answer about 1/3 of the time. Despite this he remains stoic and lacking in affect. I can tell he's bothered by my job yet knows that he doesn't have the standing to say much about it at this point. We'll see how that pans out. I like him when I'm drunk and couldn't care less about him otherwise. Maybe this will change with time.
I spent the whole weekend in Atlanta.
Saturday morning I went to my friend's graduation reception/lunch thingy. I got to meet her entire family. Very traditional southern. Super religious, super friendly, somewhat racist...delicious food-making abilities. After the lunch we were all supposed to go back to her condo (all being me and her friends; family not included) and drink in preparation for the night ahead, but graduating girl freaked out and decided she wanted to spend the rest of the weekend at her parents' house so she left.
Her roommate and I decided we were going to go out regardless. Ga tech kid came along, which was useful because the bar we went to happened to be charging a cover, but since he used to work there we got in for free. He also drove and bought us libations. Once the night was over he dropped my friend off and we went back to his place, per usual.
The next morning we went and got breakfast and hung out a bit and then I decided to meet back up with my friend from the night before and watch the Falcons game at a nearby venue. We arrived at said venue at 4:30 and left around 11:00. She used to work at another restuarant with the manager there so we got a few free drinks out of that. There was also this company christmas party thing going on, which started at 9:30. I suppose the courteous thing to do would have been to move downstairs as to not interrupt the party, but we decided to make things as awkward as possible and stay.
After we get home my friend is acting a little weird. I confront her about this weirdness and she confesses to me that she is with child. wtf. Apparently the guy she's been hooking up with impregnated her, so yeah. She keeps trying to call him to inform him of this, but because he's a doucheface he isn't answering his phone. She finally decides to text him the news. Nothing like finding out you knocked some chick up through a text.
Speaking of texts, the ex texted me the other morning. I hadn't texted or called him for over 2 weeks so I guess he was due. He acts annoyed whenever I contact him, but when I go too long without contacting him, well you know. I think he may have some sort of sense that allows him to know when I'm dating someone. It seems he always starts trying to talk and hang with me once I get with someone else. He has no way of knowing these things, though...
I'm still undecided about ga tech kid at this point. He calls me a lot. Almost every day. I usually answer about 1/3 of the time. Despite this he remains stoic and lacking in affect. I can tell he's bothered by my job yet knows that he doesn't have the standing to say much about it at this point. We'll see how that pans out. I like him when I'm drunk and couldn't care less about him otherwise. Maybe this will change with time.
Friday, November 12, 2010
I'm a poor whore
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.
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.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
We can dance!
I made over $3,000 at work Thursday night, all in about 45 minutes.
Obscenely wealthy people are insane.
The guy from whom I acquired my wealth dropped 30 grand in about an hour. $30,000. That's a year's salary for a lot of people.
It's surreal having a guy just hand you a hundred dollar bill every few minutes for no reason. It makes the money seem...fake or something. Too bad I had to tip out $900 or I would have went home with $4000.
I'm glad I chose not to leave early that night; especially after my first vip's credit card got declined ($400), and my second vip kept asking me to 'just touch the tip' for an extra $100. What a crazy world I live in.
On another note, the 30 grand guy made the dj play safety dance on loop for about 30 minutes. I never want to hear that horrible 80s song again.
Even so, I'm still going in tonight as planned. My friends think I'm crazy and should take the rest of the week off but they don't understand. It's a sickness. A compulsion. I could make $10,000 at work in a night and I'd still want to go back and work my usual shifts. Anyways, if I make $500 or more tonight then I'll have made $4000 this week working only 3 shifts. Awww yeah.
The ex texted me the other morning. Of course the number just showed up as a number since I deleted him from my contacts list but I still knew who it was. I don't understand what his problem is.
Well, I see a lot of new clothes and a new laptop in my future.
Obscenely wealthy people are insane.
The guy from whom I acquired my wealth dropped 30 grand in about an hour. $30,000. That's a year's salary for a lot of people.
It's surreal having a guy just hand you a hundred dollar bill every few minutes for no reason. It makes the money seem...fake or something. Too bad I had to tip out $900 or I would have went home with $4000.
I'm glad I chose not to leave early that night; especially after my first vip's credit card got declined ($400), and my second vip kept asking me to 'just touch the tip' for an extra $100. What a crazy world I live in.
On another note, the 30 grand guy made the dj play safety dance on loop for about 30 minutes. I never want to hear that horrible 80s song again.
Even so, I'm still going in tonight as planned. My friends think I'm crazy and should take the rest of the week off but they don't understand. It's a sickness. A compulsion. I could make $10,000 at work in a night and I'd still want to go back and work my usual shifts. Anyways, if I make $500 or more tonight then I'll have made $4000 this week working only 3 shifts. Awww yeah.
The ex texted me the other morning. Of course the number just showed up as a number since I deleted him from my contacts list but I still knew who it was. I don't understand what his problem is.
Well, I see a lot of new clothes and a new laptop in my future.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Still broke
So I really wanted to work tonight but I don't think I'm going to be able to. My...STD...is pretty visible and so yeah...probably not good for business.
I was suppposed to move in to my new place today but due to extenuating circumstances (one roommate is in Augusta and the other is at her parents' house with the flu), I'm not.
The Ex wants me to go with him to a show tomorrow night and I don't know. I feel like our history is a bit weird and after all our knock-down-drag-out fights it would just be awkward. Maybe not. I certainly can't be having any sexual relations with him until I get to the doctor, not that I would anyway, but at least I have an excuse. All that said I'll probably go because I need some people to hang out with and there was a time when I had feelings for him so maybe they'll return.
When I got back to the states I had a ton of text messages and a voicemail from a customer of mine who is obsessed with me. I don't know how to deal with this guy. One one hand he gives me lots of money and it's one of those guaranteed things, but he's seriously getting annoying.
I did my nails nice, have a hair appointment Tuesday, and I think I'm going to try and tan this week so at least I'll be looking less like a hot mess than I have been.
God-there's so much I want to buy and I just want to go to work so I can make some money!!! At times like these I seriously regret cutting things off with Rich Old Dude. Fuck.
I was suppposed to move in to my new place today but due to extenuating circumstances (one roommate is in Augusta and the other is at her parents' house with the flu), I'm not.
The Ex wants me to go with him to a show tomorrow night and I don't know. I feel like our history is a bit weird and after all our knock-down-drag-out fights it would just be awkward. Maybe not. I certainly can't be having any sexual relations with him until I get to the doctor, not that I would anyway, but at least I have an excuse. All that said I'll probably go because I need some people to hang out with and there was a time when I had feelings for him so maybe they'll return.
When I got back to the states I had a ton of text messages and a voicemail from a customer of mine who is obsessed with me. I don't know how to deal with this guy. One one hand he gives me lots of money and it's one of those guaranteed things, but he's seriously getting annoying.
I did my nails nice, have a hair appointment Tuesday, and I think I'm going to try and tan this week so at least I'll be looking less like a hot mess than I have been.
God-there's so much I want to buy and I just want to go to work so I can make some money!!! At times like these I seriously regret cutting things off with Rich Old Dude. Fuck.
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