Another Night Another post

tonight we were drinking in the back and one of the girls was drinking tequila and I wanted her to try a vodka...then was like "I'm just over here switching dicks" It's the funny things we say to each other and the funny things that happen in an evening that keep us going...Like I had a customer who was a carpenter who I had a 20 min conversation about the usefulness of hotglue...which is very useful. I really think I need to start a podcast or, youtube channel just to get everything out and going. However it's hard. Can one use crowdfunding websites for that? Also it is worth it? Also the company thinks it's time to panic and is raising our rent and how we make money it's making it quite hard. Anyway Working on getting out, getting into marketing so any help from you folk is helpful. Also if I haven't spoken with you. I'm trying to be a better friend and in doing that I'm taking space from people because I don't want to hurt them...I also have a new phone and don't know how to use it.

My first trip in an ambulance

So with being a stripper comes the added benefit that everyone thinks you are a drug addict...sorry kids not today and not that day. It started out like any other day I went for a job interview since I'm looking for a new job...they basically told me to fuck off, I went to the nordstrom bar to get a drink. I complimented some middle aged overweight white man with thinning hair on his jacket, and then said I had no interest in talking to him because at that time I was trying to write a blog that now in drafts. Anyway friend of a friend with the bartender so I went around the bar leaving my drink for just a moment and with the middle aged man with this back to me...to hug my friend, put down a $20 slammed my drink and dashed out of nordstrom...the only indicator something was wrong was that I twisted my ankle on the way out. I jumped in a cab and came home...My best friend was here we were suppose to have drinks and talk about the interview, I immediately started freaking out and kicking things and said I needed 5 minutes alone. I started crying they came over to hug me and I guess I let out three breathes and passed out with no breathing and no pulse and no I didn't take anything. I woke up for a second in my hall to some emt's shouting my name and I couldn't get my name out and said I took nothing because well I took nothing. Anyway my bestie made the call to put me in the ambulance and we head down the hill they thought they were going to have to go across since they thought they were going to have to paddle me...luckily they didn't. However those guys are good, they can get an IV in while in a moving vehicle. So I get to the hospital they run a bunch of tests...cannot wait for the bills on those, and there were no opiates no nothing, I'm in great health besides the in and out of it thing. After 7 hours in the hospital and me yelling at people to shut the fuck up no one gives a shit they are addicted to heroin I was free to go, I took a cab home. I slept a whole day, and luckily for my best friend I'm here to tell the tail had they gone to get vodka I'd be a ghost typing...But I'm not I'm just a normal stripper typing.

do you speak....

Sundays are always funny you never know how they are going to go. either really good or really bad. Tonight was one of those in between nights, where the conversations were interesting. I met an author righting a novel and some gentlemen that spoke french so I was able to practice my french and talk about writing. I think the most interesting part of my night was talking about time travel, if you would change things, if you would advise yourself of anything if you could tell yourself about future heartache and avoid it. Would you tell yourself your soulmate was standing in the room, would you tell them to talk to you instead of letting them run away if you knew that it would save you years of heart ache. Or do you need those years of heart act to appreciate your soulmate, could a younger you handle that even in a friend. Would I even have been a stripper, I mean fuck yeah of course I would it's part of who I am, but would you tell yourself your best friend was 10 feet from you...Or would you fear for the ripple effect. I say go hard and go back to your dimension chew some bubble gum and kick some ass.Tell your best friend not to give you the dj finger because you are better than that and she should know it.

Big Wig Visit.

Nothing funny happened, expect for being really tired. That was the highlight of my night I was super tired again at sodo...I have to stop being tired at sodo. I keep thinking about jobs I should be applying for work sny thing like that. Most excitement getting to see the big wig's honestly they are the reason I keep with this club, they prove we are more than just cattle. The reason I keep going back even though we have a luis. Like upper management is the fucking shit at my clubs, there were all these pimps in tonight and the ceo bee lined it over and was like what the fuck and still made time to talk to me it was awesome. People forget the core values of this company because middle management like luis fucks it up so hard for everyone. I need to write them all a mass text or email or something. They truly are the reason I keep coming back. E always makes time for me.I really appreciate them.

Little Darlings...has a suicide plan let me tell you what it is.

According to management we must work for 8 consecutive hours without a break we will be charged our full rent without any negotiation. Anytime we take a break it will be subtracted from our hours worked and if for some reason we come in under 8 hours there will be no negotiation on the rent owed. This is also inclusive of extra days worked like I'm scheduled Mon, Tue, Wed. If I came in on time those days and blah, blah, blah, I would also have to come in early on any other days I decided to work. I would have to be there for the required 8 hours. First off this is a violation of our rights in the following ways. by LUIS Alone. It says in my contract that I am able to wear whatever I like last week I was about to sell a dance and I was in my street clothes LUIS screamed at me that it wasn't allowed and I needed to change. You cannot tell a contractor what to wear. We are also required to charge a standard rate for our dances and say a person buys dances and a vip room and they are paying for their dances they already had with their card and their upcoming vip room if they run their card for $400 we are required to be marked for an hour vip room meaning the club takes 100 from us. So they would be taking an extra 100 from us and the 140. Although we are allowed to legally charge whatever we want for dances and rooms... but apparently regardless of what our contract says luis is going to do what he wants I understand thinning the herd of the non money makers but lately we've had a total of 10 customers in a day. We were trained that each customer should only have enough to buy one dance sure thats 300 dollars and I would make 160 however if there are 30 girls how are we all suppose to make 140? We can't so the club is basically pushing us to under cut each other on dance prices or what we are willing to do. So girls will start doing extras just to pay for rent, and then we will start under cutting each other on extras prices. It's fucking with the supply and demand and changing the market equilibrium. It would be more effective for the club to post signs saying they will be closing the club on a certain day all contracts will be terminated and we should make other arrangements. It also makes no sense that it would be sent down from the higher ups when they are giving discounts on rent to other clubs. I think luis may have lost his mind or at least his respect for what we as dancers do and how hard we actually try.

I need a miricle right now

and I got one it was the end of the night and a dapper gentleman came in usually dumber than a box of rocks but not this one. He knew what he wanted and he wanted a room for an hour...with me...that rarely happens these days. I walk him back to my usual room do my usual dance and I look up at him with this cheshire grin and these eyes that glow. Rarely do I get butterflies but I think I'm going to puke. we stop and talk he's actually charming a first, not handsy, and our hour is up.

how about I grab your dick a little harder

Lately red hasn't been feeling like RED MOTHER FUCKERS. Till last night this Indian man came in and wanted to negotiate a dance. We all know I don't do that. So I asked him what he thought a fair price would be he said In Houston you could make out, and touch whatever for $30. This is bullshit I know girls in Huston and that far from true. So I reached down and put his dick in a vice grip. So much so he apologized, and I asked if I come to his job ask him to write code for free and more of it, he of course said no. At this point he wants me to let go of his balls and my hand was getting a cramp, he said his friend had the money, so I grabbed his hand and we went on a little adventure to find him. Turns out it was broke dick's last day in the country...I convinced him he had quite a story to tell back home. He admitted the dance was good but I assume it's the last time he's going to be negotiating dances again