So I worked for a few hours on Saturday night. I went in at about 11 and left at about 4 a.m. I did okay but not as good as I hoped. I think it was because me and this other girl decided to do doubles. For those of you that don’t know what that means, it’s the theory that it’s easier to sell a dance with four tits instead of two. It works out okay. We tell the guy that we’re going to give him two songs, two girls for $80. In reality we end up doing one song a piece while the other one sits there. It works out well except for the fact that it’s not as easy to get someone to rip $80 out of their wallet as it is $40.
Recently I have been receiving some emails from readers interested in dancing at the club I work at. Let me start off by saying this… The club I work at has anywhere from 100 – 200 girls working on the weekends and anywhere from 30 – 70 girls at night. Everyone knows what type of environment they do well in. Some dancers don’t like to work in clubs that run a lot of girls. If so, this club is not for you. In addition, if you are not an aggressive dancer who really comes to work to make money (not the kind of girls that think $200 is a good night, “If I can just make enough to pay my phone bill, I will be alright”, type of mentality) this club is not for you. The girls that come from the chain I work at are very aggressive, pushy, and don’t take no for an answer and if you are not as aggressive they will steal your customer and work circles around you. So if you are not a “hustler” this club is not for you. If you don’t like to give full contact dances, this club is not for you. This is not a club where you dance in front of them and the bouncer stands there waiting to reprimand them for touching you. Most of the inquiries I have received realize after talking to me that this is not a club they choose to work at. Besides, why would I want to tell someone where I work so there are more people working there? I am not going to benefit from it so why should I share? So if you have been waiting for an email regarding this information… It’s not coming. Thanks in advance for your understanding.
I am going back to work tonight. I will blog again tomorrow. I just wanted to put something down since I haven’t written this past weekend. See you soon!
I stayed home from work tonight. Paul and I went out and had “date night”. You know, where we act like we’re going on a date but we’re really not. We went to Texas Roadhouse and then to see Fast and the Furious 4. I wasn’t impressed. The plot was weak. Most of those movies after the first one generally were. You don’t really have to have a brain to watch or even understand the plot. Those movies are basically eye candy. Girls dressed like strippers and fast, souped up cars. Gee, that’s a new concept in America. New marketing scheme: Tits and muscle cars. It’s actually a shame that everywhere you look now there’s sex. Beer commercials, billboards, movies, music, books, magazine covers, clothing, and so on. I realize it’s how I make my living but I’m making money off of it. What about the horny people that are part taking in it? It’s a damn shame. I was watching something on the Comedy Channel the other night and I swear to you they said “Fuck” on cable television. It wasn’t a movie channel. It was regular cable that your kids watch. What is the world coming to? You can’t even send your kids to public school for a day without worrying the teacher is going to abduct/molest/physically abuse your child. Or that the child won’t get bullied to the point of suicide. Of course it’s become quit popular in America to shoot up schools. Kids now just bring guns to school. Then you have to worry about the pedophiles lurking around the places where kids would be after school. Crosswalks, bus stops, trolling down the road at 8 mph while they gawk at your kids. Women are on tv killing their own kids. Sandra Cantu was killed by her Sunday school teacher. WTF?
That brings me to another question… Have we always had women sociopaths (and I don’t mean a sex industry worker) or are they just now starting to emerge? There seems to be a growing trend ever since the woman killed her kids a few years ago by letting them drown. Her name escapes me but I want to say it happened in Texas. What is happening in our society that is causing these women to behave like this against their own children? I am surprised nobody else has brought it to the public’s attention.
Well, enough philosophy from me tonight. I am going to try to go to bed. My sleep schedule is so messed up now. I’m like an insomniac. When I lay down all I do is think about what I need to be doing. I feel restless. When I wake, it’s hard for me to go back to sleep. If I lay down in the middle of the day intending to take a nap you can forget it. Why does this happen? Does anyone else have that problem? Is it part of being nocturnal or years of sleep deprivation? Past alcohol consumption? Well, guess I am turning it in for the night.
So… California didn’t quite work out. Matter of fact, we never left. It seems as if his “boss to be” went on a drunken rampage and got in quite a bit of trouble. That was great. Especially considering our airline tickets were nonrefundable.
So here I am again… In South Carolina. Paul and I got an apartment and moved in. He found a job a few weeks ago. He seems to be liking it okay. He’s snoring right now while I’m blogging.
My days are lonely. I pretty much sit at home while he’s at work pondering up my next culinary work of art for the evening. I take the time to cook him good meals. I won’t lie, I like the way he praises me for being a wonderful cook and a great wife. That’s the only reciprocation I need. I also try to be considerate of him. I mean, if I were to go work ten hours and come home and he had been sitting at home all day I would like to think he would have a meal cooked for me. I sleep in until about ten. Then I get up, drink coffee, and work on homework. I may go to the gym or go for a walk outside if the weather is nice. I clean the house and make sure the laundry is done. Around five thirty I start dinner and take a shower and straighten my wavy mess I call hair so I won’t have to rush later on before I go to work. I like my lonely days at home by myself. I miss Paul but it’s nice to reflect and work on my homework in silence. It enables me to devote at least three hours a day dissecting source codes, studying, completing my homework, and teaching myself programming languages. I just started Java. Guess what? I like programming much more than I originally thought I would! I’m getting somewhat good at Java. From what I understand most languages are similar in the way the code is written. I hope to be efficient at using SQL, Java, and C++ by the time I graduate or soon thereafter. Who knows? I may be a well paid web designer for catharticlament.com one day! I’m sure my self esteem would take a beating but as long as I’m compensated monetarily it wouldn’t be much different than dancing right?
Speaking of Paul, I am happy with Paul. He is not selfish and it’s simple to keep him happy. We get along well. He pretty much goes along with whatever decisions I make and is happy just being with me. He is open minded so I don ‘t ever have to be afraid to talk to him about anything that’s bothering me. He doesn’t have any bad habits. He’s not moody. He cleans up after himself. Yep… I think I’m pretty lucky.
While I am at it… Let me take a moment to address something. From here on out I will not be taking any requests to rearrange my work schedule or calendar to accommodate anyone’s desire to come see me at the club. Quite frankly, it just never works out to my benefit. There have been instances in which I went to work only at someones request and they didn’t even show. Now this hasn’t happened to me only once. Here’s an idea: If you really want to come see me, then JUST FUCKING DO IT! Shock the shit out of me. Maybe I’ll drop dead. But no longer will I go out of my way to accommodate people who don’t have the decency to do what they suggested to me and that is — show up! Sorry, folks. I just don’t have the patience or the time and I don’t want to end up making voodoo dolls to execute my revenge. So I just decided that the best thing for me to do is to let these people stop driving me crazy by enforcing a No Schedule Change Policy for myself.
Moving right along…
I will start reporting my stripper/customer stories again soon. I saw a pretty good stripper fight in the locker room a few weeks ago. No blood but they used… You got it! Shoes! The choice weapon of all time! Stilettos go down in the Stripper Hall of Fame as being “Least likely to be used for its original purpose.” Ah, stilettos… They can make loud clapping sounds, make you look sexy, compliment your outfit, make you taller, and are a great way to fuck up someones face. The more anger you have, the taller heel you need. If you’re an angry person you are probably more prone to initiate or provoke a fight. Since you’re going to be kicking lots of asses when you’re shit faced drunk (or are too inebriated to fight) stiletto heels make great attack devices. It’s almost like a brick but kind of like a knife. You can push the heel up to someones throat as the two lovely ladies in the locker room demonstrated. If you are in fact too fucked up to fight and think you can only get one lick in, you’d better make it a good one. Short of a bullet or an actual stab wound — what better way to make a lasting impression upon a skanky, pilled up, drunk stripper bitch? The best part is they’re extremely mobile so you don’t have to be in the immediate proximity of another bitch (who’s probably just as drunk, if not drunker) than you to cause bodily harm to her. I could go on and on about the benefits of wearing stilettos but you get the general idea. I am giggling because in my head I can see the late night infomercial. If I ever market the idea I’ll get the ShamWow guy to do it. He’s fucking annoying. It makes me mad listening to him. That kind of anger will cause viewers to go out and buy a pair “Just in case” someone pisses them off. While listening to him they’ll be thinking, “If I did have one of those stilettos I’d nail this guy in the cocksucker.” Almost like subliminal messages but not really.
Well, now that you know nothing worked out the way I planned it to and I’m still dancing we can all laugh and move on with our lives. Till next time…
P.S. Want to hear something funny? When I ran the spell check on this particular blog “fucking” didn’t need any editing but “skanky” wasn’t in the dictionary. Go figure.
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