Sometimes you just get lucky...

I showed up to work late tonight. I wasn't expecting it to be paticularly lucrative, and I was correct. Oh well that's not what this story is about.
On of the girls I previously worked with walked past me on the sidewalk and started going off about how hot I am. It's a true story I'm not horrible to look at. I yelled something back at her about how  she has a nice ass.
Later in the locker room, she bursts in the door, and starts in about how stunning I am and how great of a person I am, and how I should travel for work again. She is absolutely right I should.

It got me thinking about how incredibly lucky I am to work with a group of women who are supportive and open. How I really do feel bad for people who don't have a work enviorment like mine. Ther are lessons in teamwork they just don't teach you in school that happen in the strip club. Someday I'm going to write a book just about the lessons I learned, and sell it to major corporations to help with team building excercises. I am so glad that I made the choices I did and decided to have a temporary lapse in sanity to become a stripper.

I have been talking about it a ton lately, but really when I was younger i was sooooo wound up.  I was horrible to be around. This job has taught me to mellow out even when surrounded by chaos. It also taught me to really not take shit, to know when to throw words, or when to really throw punches.

Sometimes you just get really lucky.