There are things I don't remember like...all my malevolent intentions...Thank you modest mouse side project of ugly cassanova for being the soundtrack to my evening.
Somehow this month is going by so insanely fast and I can't slow it down, but I really need to. I don't have enough time in the day to finish all my projects, or spend time with the people I want to spend time with, or make a gabagillion dollars, that I needed to make like 3 days ago. Le sigh, and there is always tomorrow...every strippers mantra, we live and die by tomorrow. However that's not what we are here for today.
Today I remembered and it's going to sound funny, that people come to the strip club to have fun. I know strange that I could forget that but when things become so routine you sort of forget why you do them or what your purpose in doing them is. I had sort of put myself in a rut of just going with the flow, forgetting that although these men may seem like the same men from the nights before they are different. I try to remind myself that everyone has something interesting about them, I forget, I get sidetracked thinking about my own stuff...till tonight, tonight was hilarious, tonight was a great reminder of individuals.
There was a group of african american gentlemen who came in, typically they don't like me I don't fit whatever I'm suppose to fit, but for some reason these guys, thought I was the baddest bitch, and they were vocal about it. It was so nice to hear that, and although I hear it pretty often that I'm super pretty or whatever, sometimes it's so nice to hear it from people you don't usually hear it from.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Monday, July 6, 2015
Interloper Insanity
This is the icing on the cake of my year...I mean it can get worse it can get way worse, so now it's just funny.
On the 4th of july this my interloper was suppose to pay me rent for the month that had happened (june) as that is how her rent structure is set up. (I'm writing this in 15 minutes so I can hopefully sleep, charcuterie sent me an email and pushes my buttons). She came home and sat outside the door and happened to hear +1 and myself venting our frustrations and voicing our concern for her general well being. She bursts in the door and proclaims "FUCK YOU GUYS, BULLSHIT YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK, FUCK YOU RED" I fully admit to talking about her behind her back. She starts yelling about how she's leaving and not fucking paying since I'm not staying...I remind her that's not how it works. I get her to calm down a bit and sit down and try to get her not to make any rash decisions. I leave her alone for a minute.
So I come back in her room and her back is turned to me so I leave her be for a bit...Then it dawns on me that she's probably up to no good and what do you know she is, she's doing something I very specifically asked her not to do in my fucking house....This is when all hell breaks loose.
Interloper is pacing my flat, fireworks are starting to go off and my dog starts to freak out. She starts crying and runs into her room. I ask her what's wrong she hits me with a "FUCK YOU RED I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOURE SUCH A BITCH, WHY DOES +1 KEEP GOING OUTSIDE? YOU CALLED THE COPS I'M GETTING ARESSTED AREN'T I!" I tell her she's not she hasn't done anything to get arrested for. I walk away...Thinking I can start getting ready for work, I should have thought like a child it would have been more productive.
I hear yelling and Interloper runs into the bathroom and trys to close the door screaming she's going to slit her wrists. I smash my way into the bathroom and see a knife in her left hand I get my arm through her arm and hand up on the back of her neck and start bending her hand like they teach you in judo and tell her to drop...she finally does, and storms off to her room...remember she's high on drugs at this point. So I follow her to her room and tell her she has a few options she can calm down, or I can call the police, she promises to calm down, then goes back to thinking the police have arrived and wants to know why there are so many people outside...It's the 4th imagine trying to explain a holiday to someone who's paranoid and hallucinating, it's pretty fucking hard. (Sidebar, my college roommates sister tried to stab herself with a kitchen knife over her boyfriend, and I've wrestled knives away from a few people at this point in my life.). We get her calmed down enough and I head to work.
I come home, she's sitting in her room pouting I ask her what's up. She stands up to check the window for creepy crawlies and cops, and as she stands up I see she's been sitting with a knife (face palm). I start telling her she needs to work on her life, she freaks out and says she's leaving, I demand her keys and she whips them at me grabs a wad of cash out of he bag (rent) and storms out with nothing. She runs to the neighbors house whom she's friends with...fine go I give zero fucks.
Fast forward to today, she needs her stuff I say she can come get it if she pays rent, she says it's in her purse...it's not I looked. So I hand her her purse and she says she needs her other stuff for work and I tell her no. She pushes her way into my apartment and I start doing the thing where I yell and clap my hands because I don't want to slap her for being such an immature inconsiderate bitch with zero respect for anyone. So instead I scream at her to take her shit and std covered crap out of my house. ( I say shit covered because I was looking for something of hers in the trash and thank god I put on gloves because she had taken some of her turds and put them in there HUMAN FUCKING SHIT IN MY GARBAGE SO MOTHER FUCKING GROSS). She screams "FINE FUCK YOU" then I ask her where she is going and get in her way and say no, and she says "I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T FUCKING MOVE I'M GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE" I think of how I can't miss work over a broken nose or a missing tooth and I get out of the way. She drags her shit in the stairwell. I give her a minute. Then I think...red you should be helpful she can't carry all that.
So I head to the stairs and while she's shleping her shit out and down the stairs, grab her suitcase and take it down the elevator. She comes out the door and starts talking shit when she realizes that my apt manager is right there...So I help her take her stuff right down the way. Mind you shortly before this as she was trudging her shit out, I yelled at her that she was totally ungrateful, irresponsible with no forethought or consideration for others and that if I see her on the street I won't give her any change.
I feel like this great weight has been lifted from my life. I mean I still have to get rent and the money I loaned her out of her...hahaha or I just sue her for it, I mean I doubt I will get it but perhaps I can help her reach her bottom a little faster so she starts to seek out help. She's never had to deal with consequences when it comes to her actions.
Thoughout the past week I found out how many times she has called me a raging bitch, taking my food without asking, waltzed into my room to help herself to whatever. She also almost pawned some of my stuff because she thought I wouldn't notice. AND,AND,AND TO TOP IT THE FUCK OFF SHE'S BEEN MEAN TO MY DOG ACCORDING TO +1 whom I believe. I will not stand for anyone being mean to my pickoopie, that's the only thing I care about in the whole world
At the same time I feel like a horrible friend for letting her slide this far down a dark hole, but people are going to do what people want to do no matter what.
On the 4th of july this my interloper was suppose to pay me rent for the month that had happened (june) as that is how her rent structure is set up. (I'm writing this in 15 minutes so I can hopefully sleep, charcuterie sent me an email and pushes my buttons). She came home and sat outside the door and happened to hear +1 and myself venting our frustrations and voicing our concern for her general well being. She bursts in the door and proclaims "FUCK YOU GUYS, BULLSHIT YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK, FUCK YOU RED" I fully admit to talking about her behind her back. She starts yelling about how she's leaving and not fucking paying since I'm not staying...I remind her that's not how it works. I get her to calm down a bit and sit down and try to get her not to make any rash decisions. I leave her alone for a minute.
So I come back in her room and her back is turned to me so I leave her be for a bit...Then it dawns on me that she's probably up to no good and what do you know she is, she's doing something I very specifically asked her not to do in my fucking house....This is when all hell breaks loose.
Interloper is pacing my flat, fireworks are starting to go off and my dog starts to freak out. She starts crying and runs into her room. I ask her what's wrong she hits me with a "FUCK YOU RED I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOURE SUCH A BITCH, WHY DOES +1 KEEP GOING OUTSIDE? YOU CALLED THE COPS I'M GETTING ARESSTED AREN'T I!" I tell her she's not she hasn't done anything to get arrested for. I walk away...Thinking I can start getting ready for work, I should have thought like a child it would have been more productive.
I hear yelling and Interloper runs into the bathroom and trys to close the door screaming she's going to slit her wrists. I smash my way into the bathroom and see a knife in her left hand I get my arm through her arm and hand up on the back of her neck and start bending her hand like they teach you in judo and tell her to drop...she finally does, and storms off to her room...remember she's high on drugs at this point. So I follow her to her room and tell her she has a few options she can calm down, or I can call the police, she promises to calm down, then goes back to thinking the police have arrived and wants to know why there are so many people outside...It's the 4th imagine trying to explain a holiday to someone who's paranoid and hallucinating, it's pretty fucking hard. (Sidebar, my college roommates sister tried to stab herself with a kitchen knife over her boyfriend, and I've wrestled knives away from a few people at this point in my life.). We get her calmed down enough and I head to work.
I come home, she's sitting in her room pouting I ask her what's up. She stands up to check the window for creepy crawlies and cops, and as she stands up I see she's been sitting with a knife (face palm). I start telling her she needs to work on her life, she freaks out and says she's leaving, I demand her keys and she whips them at me grabs a wad of cash out of he bag (rent) and storms out with nothing. She runs to the neighbors house whom she's friends with...fine go I give zero fucks.
Fast forward to today, she needs her stuff I say she can come get it if she pays rent, she says it's in her purse...it's not I looked. So I hand her her purse and she says she needs her other stuff for work and I tell her no. She pushes her way into my apartment and I start doing the thing where I yell and clap my hands because I don't want to slap her for being such an immature inconsiderate bitch with zero respect for anyone. So instead I scream at her to take her shit and std covered crap out of my house. ( I say shit covered because I was looking for something of hers in the trash and thank god I put on gloves because she had taken some of her turds and put them in there HUMAN FUCKING SHIT IN MY GARBAGE SO MOTHER FUCKING GROSS). She screams "FINE FUCK YOU" then I ask her where she is going and get in her way and say no, and she says "I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T FUCKING MOVE I'M GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE" I think of how I can't miss work over a broken nose or a missing tooth and I get out of the way. She drags her shit in the stairwell. I give her a minute. Then I think...red you should be helpful she can't carry all that.
So I head to the stairs and while she's shleping her shit out and down the stairs, grab her suitcase and take it down the elevator. She comes out the door and starts talking shit when she realizes that my apt manager is right there...So I help her take her stuff right down the way. Mind you shortly before this as she was trudging her shit out, I yelled at her that she was totally ungrateful, irresponsible with no forethought or consideration for others and that if I see her on the street I won't give her any change.
I feel like this great weight has been lifted from my life. I mean I still have to get rent and the money I loaned her out of her...hahaha or I just sue her for it, I mean I doubt I will get it but perhaps I can help her reach her bottom a little faster so she starts to seek out help. She's never had to deal with consequences when it comes to her actions.
Thoughout the past week I found out how many times she has called me a raging bitch, taking my food without asking, waltzed into my room to help herself to whatever. She also almost pawned some of my stuff because she thought I wouldn't notice. AND,AND,AND TO TOP IT THE FUCK OFF SHE'S BEEN MEAN TO MY DOG ACCORDING TO +1 whom I believe. I will not stand for anyone being mean to my pickoopie, that's the only thing I care about in the whole world
At the same time I feel like a horrible friend for letting her slide this far down a dark hole, but people are going to do what people want to do no matter what.
At the same time I can't let myself fail because of someone else needs me to go with them. I can't have someone in my house that does drugs and doesn't see a reason to quit.
She does have some redeeming qualities, she listens something. Okay neckcramping and getting strange half dreams going so time to get some real sleep and not a nap.
This girl, doesn't have a ged, doesn't know what one is.
She's obsessed with Kimkardasian. She never cleans anything I have started to clean up the make-up smears that cover my apartment.
Long story short she's super cray, does not care about care about anyone but herself and that's questionable. She's getting a whole chapter later on the crazy shit she did.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Summer, summer, summer time...I think I have titled a blog this before.
So today I was enjoying one of my favorite summertime activities...and observing a tinder date at the same time. I was talking to a good friend of mine a non-stripper (crazy I know I have non-stripper friends). Anyway we were talking about what I've been up to and the writing I've been doing lately. I text her the other day and she had deleted my text somehow a while ago so I said I was Red, because I am Red. She was out with another friend at the time and couldn't think of who "Red" was...she said "who's red" out loud and the friend she was with we will say V said..."you mean Red from The Mens Room? I love her"...So V thanks for listening to me on the mens room I really appreciate it, and yes you should come down and see me sometime.
Today was sprinkled with delightful little surprises, like embarrassing myself to no end when I should have kept my mouth shut.
Also...A delightful surprise of a really wonderful Indian gentleman, I am not even kidding right now. I was walking the floor tonight slowly like I always do, lining up in my head whom I'm going to prey on I mean approach next, and I catch an Indian man looking at me and really trying to get my attention. I did what I usually do which is ignore them/him for a moment. I finally walked up to him, and he was so sweet, didn't waste a ton of my time, he didn't try to renegotiate dance prices(that), he just agreed to get a dance. I laid out the rules like I always do. Low and behold this man who statistics would say would be a total jerk was so polite and nice it was great, it was the most pleasant surprise I've had in a while when it comes to talking to new Indian men. Faith renewed...right here all it takes is one good one, where as one bad kid can ruin it for the whole class when it comes to chewing gum or whatever in elementary school. As an adult and in my industry it's the exact opposite all it takes is one good one to erase all the bad.
Also just as an FYI so I can get it off my chest, and on the record.
Nev, last night was telling me about her relationship issues, and I was trying not to get into it, because I had overheard it like 5 times by then. Somehow and I thought she said this to drag me in, she said that her Mr. had threatened to "start talking to me" to get back at her. She asked me not to do that to her because it was just kill her. The thing is I would never, in one million years of a number of dollars do that ever. I would never helps someone cheat on their significant other. I would also never, even after they were broken up hook-up with anyone I work with's SO, or XSO, everything about it is so incredibly wrong with that it breaks like the highest rule of girl code. Not that this fact matters he is so not my type or someone I would be attracted to. Personality is a huge thing for me and someone who threatens their lover with interactions with someone they find a threat is not someone I want anything to do with. Even if that wasn't a thing still not my type, I don't even have a type, but he's really not someone I would be into.
Side rant...
I'm also really tired of this club, it feels like I should be doing better, like being hot would be worth something but it seems like it's not here...That being said I think I'm going to go back to traveling between here and PDX a little bit more. I feel like when I travel it reminds me of my worth since Dejavu has a tendency to brainwash us into thinking that we must work for them, and we must pay them a crazy amount every night, and that there is no where else to work, and that we aren't that attractive or smart...Yup I need a break. PDX I'm coming for you...If I can force myself to, DAMN YOU BRAINWASHING!
Today was sprinkled with delightful little surprises, like embarrassing myself to no end when I should have kept my mouth shut.
Also...A delightful surprise of a really wonderful Indian gentleman, I am not even kidding right now. I was walking the floor tonight slowly like I always do, lining up in my head whom I'm going to prey on I mean approach next, and I catch an Indian man looking at me and really trying to get my attention. I did what I usually do which is ignore them/him for a moment. I finally walked up to him, and he was so sweet, didn't waste a ton of my time, he didn't try to renegotiate dance prices(that), he just agreed to get a dance. I laid out the rules like I always do. Low and behold this man who statistics would say would be a total jerk was so polite and nice it was great, it was the most pleasant surprise I've had in a while when it comes to talking to new Indian men. Faith renewed...right here all it takes is one good one, where as one bad kid can ruin it for the whole class when it comes to chewing gum or whatever in elementary school. As an adult and in my industry it's the exact opposite all it takes is one good one to erase all the bad.
Also just as an FYI so I can get it off my chest, and on the record.
Nev, last night was telling me about her relationship issues, and I was trying not to get into it, because I had overheard it like 5 times by then. Somehow and I thought she said this to drag me in, she said that her Mr. had threatened to "start talking to me" to get back at her. She asked me not to do that to her because it was just kill her. The thing is I would never, in one million years of a number of dollars do that ever. I would never helps someone cheat on their significant other. I would also never, even after they were broken up hook-up with anyone I work with's SO, or XSO, everything about it is so incredibly wrong with that it breaks like the highest rule of girl code. Not that this fact matters he is so not my type or someone I would be attracted to. Personality is a huge thing for me and someone who threatens their lover with interactions with someone they find a threat is not someone I want anything to do with. Even if that wasn't a thing still not my type, I don't even have a type, but he's really not someone I would be into.
Side rant...
I'm also really tired of this club, it feels like I should be doing better, like being hot would be worth something but it seems like it's not here...That being said I think I'm going to go back to traveling between here and PDX a little bit more. I feel like when I travel it reminds me of my worth since Dejavu has a tendency to brainwash us into thinking that we must work for them, and we must pay them a crazy amount every night, and that there is no where else to work, and that we aren't that attractive or smart...Yup I need a break. PDX I'm coming for you...If I can force myself to, DAMN YOU BRAINWASHING!
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Man, I always give in...
The following post is just an example of how I'm totally unreasonable and a little crazy, and little bit bitchy. Also how I have spent many nights at work texting with someone who didn't get me trying to explain my point of view and only having it come out negatively but I can't let things go sometimes...So I guess that's a new goal to let things go.
Below is a comment left by an anyonomous person. I've numbered the things I'll be talking about.
Below is a comment left by an anyonomous person. I've numbered the things I'll be talking about.
maybe it would be better to acknowledge that (1)people have positive traits also instead of only dwelling on their failings. So many of your posts are simply cutting people down. (2)The Indians who grope, (3)the guys who treat you badly, (4)Philly. It used to be fun to read your blog, (5)now it is only crying about how everybody treats you unfairly. I'm reminded of how when a person points a finger there are three fingers pointed back at herself.
1.Alright...I try to say something I like about everyone.
2. Indian men who grope...How exactly am I suppose to find the good in a man who decided that I'm not a person but I'm an object that doesn't deserve any respect and that they can do whatever they want, because of the occupation I've chosen. That's like me going to amazon, giving someone a wet willy, a weggy, demanding that their pay be dropped and they somehow put me in charge of drone delivery, then doing it again, and again, after they swat my hands away and say no politely, then when they say no not so politely. Honestly I do complain about this a lot because I'm really hoping at some point people read it and talk about it and it eventually gets around that it's not okay...and yes if I make it a little funnier they might read it, and talk about it a little differently. Anyway back to the point...it is never okay to try to grab my boobs, give me a tongue bath, trying to touch any mucus membrane my eyeballs and nostrils included, all while telling me they don't want to pay for standard dance because it's too much and they want all these crazy extras and don't want to pay for it even if it were on the menu which it is not. There are quite a few Indian men I do like, and I should talk about them more often. Incedentally I'm not going to say that the gentlemen trying to get all up in my biz with out my permish had a super nice pager.
3. Guys who treat me badly... I just skimmed my blog, and I think what I complain about more is how I'm tired of the club treating us badly, there being no customers, there being no increase in marketing, but an increase in the amount of rent we pay to them. I talk about how I am annoyed that gentlemen don't want to dance with me and my confusion about it and what I can do to change, or how I can be more attractive while I'm at work...mind you I don't run around complaining about how someone told me no because I don't give blow jobs, let alone cheap blow jobs...again I don't think I complain about guys treating me badly unless they actually do something like get dances and not pay for them. Also I think I'm allowed to complain about being ripped off outside of work, since while I'm at work I almost never say I'm having a bad time I make it a point to say I'm having a good night, or a great time, or whatever I'm always positive. Again some of the ways I spin things could be a little funnier.
4. Philly...oh philly. There are a lot of good things about her. Philly has taught me a lot of great lessons over the course of dancing...someone will lie to you to get whatever it is that you have. Also that the things I have or the people close to me, are things people want, or people they want to be associated with, or that they will stop at nothing to get them including totally betraying their best friend, therefore teaching me to do what's best for ones self regardless of wether or not it means getting rid of some people around you...especially if you will be happier. Also to hustle, to ball hard and to hustle hard. That people in this industry who seem fake probably are. I could go on and on about philly and the things I've learned from her, the things I love about her. I'll totally write another blog post about her and how great she has been over the years, seriously some of the most valuable things....ugh I can't type I'm falling asleep.
So...my life is not bad, at all, I love it, and all the girls I work wit
4. Philly...oh philly. There are a lot of good things about her. Philly has taught me a lot of great lessons over the course of dancing...someone will lie to you to get whatever it is that you have. Also that the things I have or the people close to me, are things people want, or people they want to be associated with, or that they will stop at nothing to get them including totally betraying their best friend, therefore teaching me to do what's best for ones self regardless of wether or not it means getting rid of some people around you...especially if you will be happier. Also to hustle, to ball hard and to hustle hard. That people in this industry who seem fake probably are. I could go on and on about philly and the things I've learned from her, the things I love about her. I'll totally write another blog post about her and how great she has been over the years, seriously some of the most valuable things....ugh I can't type I'm falling asleep.
So...my life is not bad, at all, I love it, and all the girls I work wit
A post to remind myself what to write about tomorrow or the day after that or the day after that.
Sri Lanka is hilarious, and felt like getting into stripping was kind of like going to prison.
Blondie...and the discussion with Faint about new girls coming into the club and the rotation that always happens.
How I need to quit writing this stuff at night.
The new Magic Mike movie...after I see it.
Man...I've got to quit letting people get to me so easily. I have to remember that right now I'm writing, to write, to get it all out right now. I need to remember that I decided that I wasn't going to censor/ customize my writing for my audience. If I was doing that I wouldn't be writing at all again, and leaving everything in drafts. That at times I'm going to get some negative feedback, writing is like dancing, not everyone is going to like me everyday. Sometimes I need to think about who my comments are coming from, and remember that not everyone knows what I sound like, or knows what my inflection is like, and that it may not always be as funny to them as it is to me. Also that people may not know the back story of everyone which I also need to start writing out, and maybe describing what my relationship with them is like for a little back story.
Description of strip club patrons...maybe with horrible illustrations****
A New survey not given to everyone, only every some random number between 1 and 10 determined though excel random number generator to make sure the data is unbiased...ideas.
1. How would you describe yourself?
1a. Draw yourself?
1b. I'll draw you.
1c. Lets play add on, on a portrait of you and or me...if I have a slow night or they want to spend a ton of time together.
2. Your favorite thing to do
3. Your least favorite thing to do.
4. Favorite place you've been
5. Favorite color
6. Favorite Food
7. Proximity to strip club
8. Occupation
9. Favorite animal/ what animal would you be
10. On a scale of 1 to 10 how uncomfortable are you right now
10a. Would it change if you were in your underwear.
11. What's your favorite joke.
12. Blondes, brunettes, or redheads.
13. T or A
14. Random....What's the best strip club you'e been to.
Obviously this list needs some work, however I need some sleep, I'm totally twerking on the day shift tomorrow/today.
Blondie...and the discussion with Faint about new girls coming into the club and the rotation that always happens.
How I need to quit writing this stuff at night.
The new Magic Mike movie...after I see it.
Man...I've got to quit letting people get to me so easily. I have to remember that right now I'm writing, to write, to get it all out right now. I need to remember that I decided that I wasn't going to censor/ customize my writing for my audience. If I was doing that I wouldn't be writing at all again, and leaving everything in drafts. That at times I'm going to get some negative feedback, writing is like dancing, not everyone is going to like me everyday. Sometimes I need to think about who my comments are coming from, and remember that not everyone knows what I sound like, or knows what my inflection is like, and that it may not always be as funny to them as it is to me. Also that people may not know the back story of everyone which I also need to start writing out, and maybe describing what my relationship with them is like for a little back story.
Description of strip club patrons...maybe with horrible illustrations****
A New survey not given to everyone, only every some random number between 1 and 10 determined though excel random number generator to make sure the data is unbiased...ideas.
1. How would you describe yourself?
1a. Draw yourself?
1b. I'll draw you.
1c. Lets play add on, on a portrait of you and or me...if I have a slow night or they want to spend a ton of time together.
2. Your favorite thing to do
3. Your least favorite thing to do.
4. Favorite place you've been
5. Favorite color
6. Favorite Food
7. Proximity to strip club
8. Occupation
9. Favorite animal/ what animal would you be
10. On a scale of 1 to 10 how uncomfortable are you right now
10a. Would it change if you were in your underwear.
11. What's your favorite joke.
12. Blondes, brunettes, or redheads.
13. T or A
14. Random....What's the best strip club you'e been to.
Obviously this list needs some work, however I need some sleep, I'm totally twerking on the day shift tomorrow/today.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Listen up my fellow strippers at LD's
Tonight a little bird dropped a very important nugget of information in my lap concerning dirt in our club, and whom has been alerted to it.
That being said it is highly important that everyone is on their best behavior. Rumor has it shit is about to get extra real really soon.
I'm really hoping this actually nugget of info reaches the people it's suppose to and that the people that deserve to be negatively affected are.
That being said it is highly important that everyone is on their best behavior. Rumor has it shit is about to get extra real really soon.
I'm really hoping this actually nugget of info reaches the people it's suppose to and that the people that deserve to be negatively affected are.
Takling shit about other strippers, blanketing opinions that I'll probably regret soon
Dear Modest Mouse, I'm sorry I borrowed your lyrics a little bit, I hope that's okay. You've been my favorite band for almost 15 years.
Anyway, tonight was one of those nights I didn't want to go to work, but I didn't want to be at home. I don't want to be at home very much right now at all anyways. My interloper and friends (name of a terrible sitcom on abc this fall) are driving me crazy. Especially since all of a sudden I can't find 5 david yurman pieces and a tiffanys bangle. I'm really hoping it's just misplaced at the moment and that moved the bag they were in last night when I was tired and that they were not being scallywags and absconding with my finery. Which reminds me I'll be heading to the pawn shops tomorrow to try and find them...after I turn this place upside down. Regardless of that having someone in your home all the time is really hard, especially when I really want to be alone, or i expect my popsiciles to be in the freezer, or my cereal to be mostly there, waking me up because her cohort has annoyed her. I hate being at home right now...I also love knowing that she happens to talk about me behind my back saying what a bitch I am...Yes I am a huge bitch, it's a well known fact, it's basically the 1st chapter in the book of red. I wonder if I'm such a huge bitch why she stays.
This whole blog post is about what a bitch I am, how much I love work, happiness and it's correlation to work. Maybe this will be a multi-part post...If I remember
All of these factors lead to me want to escape by going to work. Baby and I were talking about it tonight near the end of the night, work has become our escape even though we aren't making a ton of money right now. (Dear #StripperDeites fucking help) Work is were our friends our, we don't have to stress about the same things we have to stress about in the "real world". So for a few brief hours it's a total escape. Even if you want to stress about things outside of work you have to get over it pretty quick or you can't work. Luckily I/we work somewhere, where we can talk about what's going on with some of our closest friends who know our deepest darkest secrets, and our most rational and irrational fears. Although it generally prevails that we all like each other (which is crazy when you think about it 15-50 women all together competing for money based on what they look like(sort of), our knowledge of anything and everything, and the cut of our jib.) sometimes it happens that we don't get along.
Tonight I was in the bathroom with nev, fiddling on my phone, and Versailles knocked on the door, nev asked her to wait a minute, versailles started tapping her toe impatiently, I can't remember the exact conversation at that point I don't know if I said something or if she did, however nev said she would hurry up or that she didn't need to act like that or something and Versailles was super annoyed, nev and I leave the bathroom. Versailles makes that Agh sound and slams the door like a 17 year old trying to punish their parents, I am not a parent and I was annoyed and tired and in a generally bad mood, so I kick the door open and proceed to say...Are you doing this thing, this paticular thing...What if I am?...You don't need to be fucking rude, I get that you want your privacy, I totally get it but that was fucking uncalled for...You know what red, whenever I need to use the bathroom you either come in and don't respect my privacy(which is true I do, do this sometimes, but I'm working on it, which no one knows because I don't make it known, hence the #tweetsfromthemensroom then I don't have to interupt anyone and I have my own stall and no one banging on the door, or disregarding the fact that the garbage can is in fromt of it to keep it from flying open and opening the door spewing the contents of the rubbish unless one jumps up from the toilet and catches it hopefully without having piss run down their leg, it's choosing the lesser of two evils at times. Or sometimes you ask them to wait a second and they can't hear you so they open the door to say "what" which makes zero sense to me.)...Still you don't need to be a fucking bitch about the whole thing...whatever fuck you...you know what bitch just so you know I picked up your fucking make-up bag and put it on top of your fucking locker after you were talking about people fucking stealing...I didn't leave my fucking make-up bag out...Yes you fucking did...She storms out of the locker room slamming two doors and talking about what a fucking cunt I am...at that moment I seriously considered dumping her make-up bag out...but I didn't.
I know this seems like a strange way to tell someone you did something nice for them and it was, and I know it seems like this escalated really quick...and it did...It all started earlier in the night when I actually got to work. I walked back to my corner to get ready and Nev and Versailles were taking up the whole space, and both of them were bitching about something. Versailles doesn't know what volume her voice is at most of the time, and it annoys the shit out of me. I was super tired when I got there so I put my head down for a minute and the two of them talking about whatever the fuck they were talking about annoyed the crap out of me and kept me from getting a 15min power nap in...which I then put another 10 min on and in the following 10min Versailles needed to get in her locker and apparently I was in the way, so she screeched "Red" to which I responded "FUCK SERIOUSLY" because I was basically asleep and I instantaneously realized that my efforts were pointless...So it was all building up.
When she came back in from stage she was slamming her locker and stomping around. So I stepped between her and the exit and said...I'm really sorry I yelled at you, and I told you so on your make-up bag...Thanks, I'm sorry too. Then we had the conversation that's in parentheses above. The thing that gets me on this is I seriously think that in a way Nev loves this kind of drama, as I looked up a couple of times I caught her in the mirror intently watching what was going on, and had this tiny little approving smirk on her face, eventually she chimed in about the bathroom conversation.
The girls I work with crack me up, I'm glad Versailles and I worked it out, I'm still waiting for the day Nev and I get into it, I know she doesn't like me, I think she tolerates me, I think she tolerates me because we have worked together for years...she once wanted me to catch her as she hoped off stage this was in my heavier days since I'm sure I looked sturdier at the time...Jumping at someone who is wearing 7+ inch heals and expecting them to catch you is a terrible idea, luckily no one died, obviously since it was quite some time ago and I'm still alive and writing this. Anyway that girl has a mouth on her and I'm not scared of her but I'm expecting it will go like most verbal things in my world...badly I as exhibited above at times do not know what to say, I could have called Versailles out on a bunch of shit right then and there but I didn't think it was a good idea...hence the "I picked up your fucking make-up bag bitch, your welcome". Nev however I'm not so sure we've worked together a long time and we both have dirt on each other. GVS strikes again.
Speaking of Dirt stand by for my next blog post...Ladies I work with it's important.
Anyway, tonight was one of those nights I didn't want to go to work, but I didn't want to be at home. I don't want to be at home very much right now at all anyways. My interloper and friends (name of a terrible sitcom on abc this fall) are driving me crazy. Especially since all of a sudden I can't find 5 david yurman pieces and a tiffanys bangle. I'm really hoping it's just misplaced at the moment and that moved the bag they were in last night when I was tired and that they were not being scallywags and absconding with my finery. Which reminds me I'll be heading to the pawn shops tomorrow to try and find them...after I turn this place upside down. Regardless of that having someone in your home all the time is really hard, especially when I really want to be alone, or i expect my popsiciles to be in the freezer, or my cereal to be mostly there, waking me up because her cohort has annoyed her. I hate being at home right now...I also love knowing that she happens to talk about me behind my back saying what a bitch I am...Yes I am a huge bitch, it's a well known fact, it's basically the 1st chapter in the book of red. I wonder if I'm such a huge bitch why she stays.
This whole blog post is about what a bitch I am, how much I love work, happiness and it's correlation to work. Maybe this will be a multi-part post...If I remember
All of these factors lead to me want to escape by going to work. Baby and I were talking about it tonight near the end of the night, work has become our escape even though we aren't making a ton of money right now. (Dear #StripperDeites fucking help) Work is were our friends our, we don't have to stress about the same things we have to stress about in the "real world". So for a few brief hours it's a total escape. Even if you want to stress about things outside of work you have to get over it pretty quick or you can't work. Luckily I/we work somewhere, where we can talk about what's going on with some of our closest friends who know our deepest darkest secrets, and our most rational and irrational fears. Although it generally prevails that we all like each other (which is crazy when you think about it 15-50 women all together competing for money based on what they look like(sort of), our knowledge of anything and everything, and the cut of our jib.) sometimes it happens that we don't get along.
Tonight I was in the bathroom with nev, fiddling on my phone, and Versailles knocked on the door, nev asked her to wait a minute, versailles started tapping her toe impatiently, I can't remember the exact conversation at that point I don't know if I said something or if she did, however nev said she would hurry up or that she didn't need to act like that or something and Versailles was super annoyed, nev and I leave the bathroom. Versailles makes that Agh sound and slams the door like a 17 year old trying to punish their parents, I am not a parent and I was annoyed and tired and in a generally bad mood, so I kick the door open and proceed to say...Are you doing this thing, this paticular thing...What if I am?...You don't need to be fucking rude, I get that you want your privacy, I totally get it but that was fucking uncalled for...You know what red, whenever I need to use the bathroom you either come in and don't respect my privacy(which is true I do, do this sometimes, but I'm working on it, which no one knows because I don't make it known, hence the #tweetsfromthemensroom then I don't have to interupt anyone and I have my own stall and no one banging on the door, or disregarding the fact that the garbage can is in fromt of it to keep it from flying open and opening the door spewing the contents of the rubbish unless one jumps up from the toilet and catches it hopefully without having piss run down their leg, it's choosing the lesser of two evils at times. Or sometimes you ask them to wait a second and they can't hear you so they open the door to say "what" which makes zero sense to me.)...Still you don't need to be a fucking bitch about the whole thing...whatever fuck you...you know what bitch just so you know I picked up your fucking make-up bag and put it on top of your fucking locker after you were talking about people fucking stealing...I didn't leave my fucking make-up bag out...Yes you fucking did...She storms out of the locker room slamming two doors and talking about what a fucking cunt I am...at that moment I seriously considered dumping her make-up bag out...but I didn't.
I know this seems like a strange way to tell someone you did something nice for them and it was, and I know it seems like this escalated really quick...and it did...It all started earlier in the night when I actually got to work. I walked back to my corner to get ready and Nev and Versailles were taking up the whole space, and both of them were bitching about something. Versailles doesn't know what volume her voice is at most of the time, and it annoys the shit out of me. I was super tired when I got there so I put my head down for a minute and the two of them talking about whatever the fuck they were talking about annoyed the crap out of me and kept me from getting a 15min power nap in...which I then put another 10 min on and in the following 10min Versailles needed to get in her locker and apparently I was in the way, so she screeched "Red" to which I responded "FUCK SERIOUSLY" because I was basically asleep and I instantaneously realized that my efforts were pointless...So it was all building up.
When she came back in from stage she was slamming her locker and stomping around. So I stepped between her and the exit and said...I'm really sorry I yelled at you, and I told you so on your make-up bag...Thanks, I'm sorry too. Then we had the conversation that's in parentheses above. The thing that gets me on this is I seriously think that in a way Nev loves this kind of drama, as I looked up a couple of times I caught her in the mirror intently watching what was going on, and had this tiny little approving smirk on her face, eventually she chimed in about the bathroom conversation.
The girls I work with crack me up, I'm glad Versailles and I worked it out, I'm still waiting for the day Nev and I get into it, I know she doesn't like me, I think she tolerates me, I think she tolerates me because we have worked together for years...she once wanted me to catch her as she hoped off stage this was in my heavier days since I'm sure I looked sturdier at the time...Jumping at someone who is wearing 7+ inch heals and expecting them to catch you is a terrible idea, luckily no one died, obviously since it was quite some time ago and I'm still alive and writing this. Anyway that girl has a mouth on her and I'm not scared of her but I'm expecting it will go like most verbal things in my world...badly I as exhibited above at times do not know what to say, I could have called Versailles out on a bunch of shit right then and there but I didn't think it was a good idea...hence the "I picked up your fucking make-up bag bitch, your welcome". Nev however I'm not so sure we've worked together a long time and we both have dirt on each other. GVS strikes again.
Speaking of Dirt stand by for my next blog post...Ladies I work with it's important.
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