Hey everybody, so I have been a lazy poster, as my friend who is visiting Thailand reminds me of just about every day. Hey, friend!
Last weekend kinda sucked, and I haven't been working this week. Last Thursday I barely made tip out. It was really frustrating because we didn't have very many customers, but at the beginning of the night we only had 4 girls, so it was manageable. Well, we ended up having 9 dancers, so basically the place was overcrowded with hustlers. I made maybe $20. So not worth it. I decided I'm not going in on Thursdays anymore. Also, this was my friend's night to drive, but she ended up getting too wasted so I had to drive her car. I was pretty pissed since this happens on a regular basis.
Friday was... a little better? Well, not really considering it was a Friday. How do I manage on Monday to make almost 3x the amount that I make on Friday? I made around $150, which sucks. You might be thinking "Really, bitch...you're complaining about only making $150 in one night?" But think about it, you'd be pissed to if you were working your ass off on the pole half naked shaking your boobies in random guys' faces all night. Don't I deserve a little more than that? I'm tall & skinny & pretty. Conceited, I know, but it's just the truth.
Another thing my friend did to piss my shit off on Friday: stealing customers. Okay, it was only one customer, but still. Fuck. There was a bachelor party that night & these dudes are obviously gonna be spending money. I was talking to one guy & then my friend came over. Here's how the conversation went:
Her: Will you order me a shot?
Me: Sure, can I borrow a garter? (note: mine got stolen the weekend before & I haven't replaced it)
Her: Yeah, go grab it out of my bag!
Me: Okay, I'll be back in one second. (we were sitting right by the dressing room)
Her: I'm gonna sit with him. (looking me straight in the eye)
Me: Don't...
Well when I came back, my so-called friend was sitting with this guy who I had been working on for a good 20 minutes. Needless to say I didn't buy her a drink. She was all over him & he was sooo into it because she's good at turning up the slut, especially when she's shit wrecked. So yeah, I didn't even try to confront her then. I just went to the dressing room, dumped the rest of my flask of vodka into my water, & started bitching about her to a couple of the other girls. Sure, talking about her wasn't the most mature thing....but HELLO, SHE STOLE MY CUSTOMER (who by the way ended up buying lap dances, and I later found out, fingered her and ate her out in VIP). Anyway, wouldn't you be pissed, too?
I didn't mention before that I did NOT carpool with her that night, because I was still peeved from the night before. Another friend & I went in early, so by the time she texted me about when we should head in I was already there. Later, she was so fucking wasted that she could barely even stumble out of her stripper thong & get tip out to the bar. Well, obviously she couldn't drive.
The manager was like "Karma, are you gonna take her home."
Me: "No. She's not my responsibility & I'm not her babysitter. I didn't drive her so I wouldn't have to deal with her bullshit."
..."Okay, well do you want to set up your schedule for next week?"
"No, I can't come in til next weekend. I have a test Friday." (which is true)
Yeah, so basically last weekend was pretty much bullshit.
Oh yeah, and my friend ended up quitting. I'm quietly celebrating.
Money made after tip out: $142
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