Managers

I have realized that the manager and assistant manager at my club are stupid. They don't know how to do their job the right way.

Right now the club has experienced a 50% drop in revenue in the last four months. How you say? The managers have stopped doing their job. (Actually they started stopping around the time I started working there... But now they have just decided to take a nap or zombie-style stare at their computer screens their whole shift.) The big boss has started to step in, but he hasn't added anything that has proven to be helpful. I think they need to get a bouncer and a dancer (both of whom are well educated) to run the place because we know how to do it the right way.

So while the managers are taking a big crap on the job, I'm working my ass of for one dance because lets face it, there's one guy in the club and I need that dance.

Merry Christmas. I have no idea how I will pay the fucking bills. Thanks for doing your job.

My New Year's resolution: Win the lottery and leave this fucked-up, hell-hole for ever and ever.

The Effect of Stripping

Never once have I hated myself... Now I do.

I Hate My CoWorkers

I'm sitting at work and I just found out that a good friend of mine unknowingly took my regular. This guy is/was a nice guy and would spend money on me just to talk. He's going through a divorce and has three kids. He liked talking to me because of my smile and the fact that I was genuine and cared about what he had to say.
Well a friend of mine and I shared this regular. This friend told me that my regular is now my good friend's regular. He paid me $75 a week just to sit and talk. I found out that he is spending $1100 a week in VIP on my friend because she's pushier than I am.

If I would have known he had that kind of cash to spend I would have been pushier too. I am so mad right now. I need that money and that was MY regular. You don't take a friends regular.

Just Barely

I'm working at a club that used to be fantastic. But in the last six months it has declined so much in such a short period of time. I used to be able to walk in and make $400 in five and a half hours without even trying. Now, I can't make that much money if my life depended on it.

Last night I worked my first double in months. Usually when I work a double I make upwards of $600. Last night I worked. I was on the floor the whole night and talked to EVERYONE. I only made $95 during the twelve hours I was there. I have never done so poorly. That's a little bit over minimum wage.

I can't afford to quit, and right now I can't afford to work either. It's ridiculous. I don't know what to do.

I'm thinking about travelling and seeing if there is better money in other areas that are still fairly close by. I'm trying to save for the future so that I can quit and have almost all of my senior year in college without stripping, but at this rate I won't be able to quit because I can't even make enough money to pay for my monthly bills.

I'm just really happy I have regulars and I know enough people to make it by.

Late Night

I've been up for almost 24 hours.

Jamie is in Florida right now. He's doing testing for the Marines. We always fall asleep together. Right now, I am completely incapable of falling asleep in our bed without him.

So, instead of sleeping I am watching the show Satisfaction. It's an Australian show about a brothel. I'm watching it and other than the fact the girl have sex, it's the same as my job. I like this show better than most portrayals of the sex industry because it's real.

I'm going in to work tomorrow for my first double since July. It won't be fun, but I have to work more often than I have been. It will especially suck because I fell and fucked up my knee... Knee's are really important when you're dancing.

Oh Mom...

It's the weekend after Thanksgiving and I'm at home with my family. My mother decided that we would go out for an after dinner snack at a sushi restaurant. The owner is a friend through the cycling community. When we got to the restaurant the owner came and chatted for a moment. After the dinner rush was gone the owner came and sat with us. We chatted for three hours. (Including an hour and a half after the restaurant closed.) At one point in the conversation my parents asked where he lived and he gave directions. He said "It's not classy, but the biggest landmark in the area is Big Earl's." I didn't know what that was, so I leaned over and asked my brother who said "it's a strip club." When I sat back up my mother was glaring at me. And the owner didn't make the situation any easier when he narrated what just happened and added to the end "it's a good thing you don't know what that is. It means you're on the straight and narrow." My mother glared at me even more.

Well, good to know my mother still hates me a little.

Haircut... Oh Crap

I was trying to think of a new post, and I was going through all of the posts I've written previously. There was a post a little while back about how my job is interfering in life, and a new example came to me.

Last year, about a month after I started stripping a girl and two guys came into the club. It was a kind of slow night so I sat around and talked to them. She stuck out in my mind for a couple reasons. First, she was very nice and sweet. Second, she and her friends biked there because they were preparing for RAGBRAI and because my little brother is a cyclist we had a lot to talk about. Third, she was the kind of person you don't easily forget. And fourth, she was the first woman I ever gave a lap dance to. I don't know why, but I remembered her name.

A year ago I went into one of the nice salons in town and scheduled a hair cut. It was my first time at the salon and I didn't know any of the stylists. I was scheduled with someone, and when I showed up she looked familiar. Oh crap!!! I figured where I had seen her around. At that time I was working in a store at the mall and saw a lot of people. Well while the stylist was cutting my hair we started talking and we ended up talking about RAGBRAI and I realized... I'd given HER a lap dance. 

I didn't bring her visit to the strip club up... you know cause it might of been awkward or something. I don't think she recognized me. It doesn't surprise me that she didn't recognize me. Mostly because she was so drunk that night that I would be surprised if she even remembered her first visit to the strip club.

I really can't go anywhere without seeing someone I've met at the strip club... Gross.