I FUCKING LOVE MY JOB!

I do, I really do love it. I love talking to people. I love when my faith in humanity is restored though the people I meet at work like Mr. Manhattan, or airplane guy, yoga guy, irish guy, asian guy, semi-annual D. Women like Bullet who I couldn't live without at times, I'm so lucky to have her as my best friend. The professor, well I mean I didn't meet him at work, but I think that it's part of the reason we are friends. H who I adore. I know I've missed some folks but it's late.

HOWEVER NIGHTS LIKE TONIGHT MAKE ME HATE MY JOB.

I was told tonight by a sir that I was the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in real life, then asked me for 2.5 songs for 40 dollars. I hate when people tell me silly things and then try to low ball me. Compliments don't pay my bills. I wish they did, I could dole out compliments to all my bill collectors all day.

I hate when people try to put their fingers in my mouth.

Although I appreciate any money someone spends on me. I know how hard people work...at least as hard if not more hard than I do. HOWEVER on nights like tonight when it's slammed all i had tonight was the one dance one off. I don't know what I was doing wrong, but everyone (basically) bought one dance...it was awful. I hustled my ass off, I'm exhausted from trying so hard.

I hate when I'm walking by someone and they grab my arm so hard that they make me lose my balance.  Putting a death grip on my ass.

I hate when dudes gyrate. Let me do the grinding, you are throwing off my whole game. Sit the fuck back and relax if you could dance you would have been a stripper trust me I've met plenty of male strippers.

DON'T MOTHER FUCKING LICK ME. I HATE IT, I'M A GERMAPHOBE. Lick me again and I'll rip your tongue out.

DO NOT PULL AT MY CLOTHING, BECAUSE YOU CAN'T SEE WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE.
It makes me want to punch you. If you want me to wear something specific email me or tell me some time, unless of course it's illegal then...no

Do not try to top from the bottom it's not okay, and it makes me want to show you what a real dom looks like you little bitch

Please stop pulling my underwear' up my ass, and over my hips, it's not the 90's and I don't like weggies.

Also if you ask me again how much to touch I'll be pulling out pinking shears and saying it's a finger every time...you programers are going to have to get creative with how you work.

Do not haggle the price with me, it's not negotiable. It is what I say it is, and it's insulting when you tell me how pretty I am and how much you like me, and then tell me i'm not worth TWENTYfuckingDOLLARS. You have no idea what an ego blow that is.

It's been a long couple of months get ready for some more rants followed by one good night and some other good stuff. Hang in there readers I promise it gets better.