Users… And bitch ass customers who complain.

28 05 2008

Okay. So I said Monday. I lied. Again.

Tonight I felt like everyone was testing me. I feel used right now. My “best friend” is the first one I feel uses me. I do a lot of shit for her and don’t get anything in return. She had a trick take us to the Waffle House after work. When the waitress asked if it is going to be on one check he laughed and made a remark about me having my own money. I am frustrated tonight and had enough of everyone’s shit so I told him he could take the free water and lemon I ordered and shove it up his ass. Then I went and sat in the car. Then I left. I told my friend I was leaving and she said she was going to stay there with him and eat. She tried to reassure me that he was “joking”. I told her I didn’t give a fuck and that I wasn’t in the mood to be played with. Some friend. On top of that there’s still that sixteen hundred and fifty dollars that is up in the air. I assume I might as well write that off as a loss.

Then I did three hundred dollars worth of dances for a guy. He could only get out two hundred. I didn’t think he was going to be able to get the rest so I suggested that he borrow it from his friend. He agreed and I thought his friend had the same understanding. When I asked him for the hundred dollars the dancer he was with got all shitty. I wanted to take my shoe off and beat the brakes off the bitch. It would make me feel better. I can say I’m honestly not afraid to do it but I don’t want to deal with the reprocussions as I am trying to work and save money. Anyways I got my hundred dollars off his credit card. Then he gave me three hundred more and told me I didn’t have to dance for him. Then his fucking friend went to management and said I was harassing him for money. I was under the understanding that he was going to let him borrow it and that’s the only reason I asked his ugly ass for shit. So management made a comment to me about the situation and I explained it to them. I am already on thin ice because I just got my job back. Fucking asshole customers. I hate them. Can’t live with them, can’t pay the bills without them.

I am frustrated, exhausted, and angry. I am sick of being used by the people around me. I must have stupid written on my fucking forehead. I must look like an idiot. People must look at me and say, “She looks really fucking dumb. Let’s see how far we can push her.” It seems I have my own car and take everyone else to do everything they need to do. They don’t offer me gas money unless I make it a point to ask. I am disgusted with the human race as a whole. Maybe one day I will go postal. Then all of you can read my new blog: Prison: An Ex-Stripper Turned Convict’s Story From the Hole. I am not sick of life. I am sick of the people in it. Greedy mutherfuckers. I realize it is 90% my fault because of the people I let around me. I think it is better to be solo and stay to myself. You can eliminate a lot of problems this way. But it gets lonely. But that’s how they sucker you in. The loneliness. That’s what planet earth is. An atmosphere of people feeding off of other people’s loneliness and weaknesses. Like my dad used to tell me, you don’t have any friends. That’s true. People are usually your friend because they can benefit in some way. I am sick of this club, customers, pimps disguised as management and club owners, and I am sick of paying payout. I think tomorrow when they ask me for my payout I am just going to tell them to go fuck themselves. So until next time…


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29 05 2008
JB

wow I feel ya good blog, I wear my heart on my sleeve alot some fucker always comes along to rip it off and do a little diddy while its laying on the floor it doesnt pay to be nice because someone will shit on you for no reason I wonder why I dont have a mess of friends because they all do this to you, I try to keep exclusive company even then they’ll chisel something off of you after a while. I really feel everyone in the end will turn your kindness against you.

P.S. If You do go postal I’ll send you tampons and cigarettes while your locked up.

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