I had a pretty shitty week, money wise. When money gets shit, your moods get shit, and each rejection you get from a customer dampens your motivation to chat to the next.
I had one show, so I at least HAD something. It was the same as last night, dead as usual... Maybe a little busier than yesterday by 5%.
What really brought me down was walking into a conversation about how much these British girls made on average in a night. It was like a turd on top of my cake for the night. They weren't bragging to each other, but it was more of a discussion. One said she made $1500 last night, the other said she makes $700 on average. I obviously won't disclose how much I make, but I make nowhere near a grand in a night (not frequently anyway!) and somewhere along the line in their conversation, one says something like "So guys touch your breasts, deal with it. It's part of the job".
It was like a slap to the face to me. Part of the job, yes it may be true. But I cannot stand a stranger groping my tits. It's a mere thing to most strippers, but for me it's so much more. It's so personal for me. Touching my tits is like letting a stranger finger bang me! It's so fucked up for me! Sometimes I wish I was cool with it. I wish it were a breeze for people to touch my tits.... But then again I think I'd lose my sanity, and I've let these horny sleaze bags take a huge chunk of my dignity away.
I guess that's probably why I'm not making $700-$1500+ a night. I'm not saying every girl that banks let guys do that, then again I'm not too sure because I don't like to invade people's businesses..... There's these girls that are just SO FUCKING GOOD at saying the right things as well, and that makes me boil with jealousy. But before I let my head explode from all the cray cray... I think back to my $19/hr job I had from when I was with my Hitler boyfriend, and how I had to get up so FUCKING early in the FREEZING FUCKING COLD mornings, in the middle of winter & slave away with tedious counting of stock (I was a stock taker counting every little fucking item in a store. I had to deal with nightmarish stockrooms and warehouses and holy fuck don't get me started). I had to deal with dust, dirt, hours of work and only 15 minute breaks. It was horrible.
With a little help from a friend, I've learnt that, at the end of the day, you shouldn't stress on what other people make, but focus on yourself. I on average, make more than someone's 5 day a week 9-5 job. I should be happy, I should be thankful for that shit. Self respect comes first, then money. Unless you're in some fucked up financial situation. I don't know, don't quote me.
This one chick annoyed me one night, she was huffing and puffing about what a shit night she's had. I didn't even wanna know how much she made, she tells me she ONLY made around $400. I understand, a lot of people make so much more than that, don't fucking get me wrong. In the stripper world, $400 isn't a lot to some people (maybe even most). It's a decent amount for me. I'll be happy walking home with that amount, no way would I be whining that it's ONLY that much.
But I can put myself in their shoes, if you owned your own business, and you were earning over a grand a week and you only made $500 the following week, you'd totes be thinking business isn't so good.
I guess I can't complain. I guess I don't have school tuition to pay off, trips to go to, not getting anything done, or anything materialistic to save for. So getting what I get on average should not bother me. At the end of the day, I have my sanity & dignity rather than a wallet-ful of greens & yellows and be all broken up inside. If someone was able to walk out the club's doors all normal and chirpy, big fucking props to them.
No way am I putting anyone down. I wish I could let people do so much more with me. If I was single and didn't give two fucks about sex & my body, I'd probably even escort and make a fucking fortune.
Saturday 29 December 2012
Friday 28 December 2012
Happy HO-lidays!
It's been such an eventful year for me, actually, it only started to get eventful the last few months left of the year. I only started to really have fun when I left my Hitler boyfriend.
I met amazing people that has helped me better myself, I've tried new things, found new love, as well as happiness (Fuck yeah!!) I couldn't think of a better place to be right now, I don't even remember the last time I was this normal. It was a total contrast compared to last year around this time. Anyway, onto my night at work......
Who fucking knew it'd be so DEAD on a Friday night. It was probably because it's just after Christmas and people are off on holidays, and keeping their kids (and wives) happy instead of gallivanting off into strip clubs ogling at titties all night.
My night started off with a decent podium, getting them cash tips and strutting my stuff to a 5 person audience. I eyed this one Asian bitch that partially fucked up my hair straightener in the bathroom. The straightener got caught on some plastic wrap, she witnessed this, didn't take the plastic off, but thought she helped by picking up the straightener and leaving it on the bench.
My friend happened to be there, but thought it was a GREAT idea to run the end of the straightener with fucking water, thus, a fucked up straightener that flickers and doesn't even heat up. Oh well.
This friend, or so I thought she was my friend (we'll call her Sally) the one that helped me kill my straightener, was acting real aloof since the last time I saw her. So I flaked out on her twice in one week. One was the night before her birthday, she reckons it's French tradition or something to have a pre celebration right before her birthday. She barely even planned this event, being very vague about the time and place followed by a "Oh I don't know, I'll see how I feel on the day". She doesn't respond to my messages for a whole week until a few hours before the event, and I've already made other plans. Second, was my fault. I had a family birthday to go to, and forgot to tell her that I wasn't gonna make it to our next planned meeting.
I've got to admit I've been a shit friend towards her, as I've flaked out a lot in the past, and have always pushed our appointments to an hour later. Maybe it's a great reason to not talk to me, but is it a good enough reason to not wanna be friends with me anymore? That's the vibes she's giving me anyways. Oh well.
I did this double show with this cool funny chick named Lily with 2 custies, we were only about 10 minutes into the show, and one of the custies thought it was a great fucking idea to put his mouth on Lily's crotch. We were like, you have to leave now, if you're not out of here in 5 minutes, I will get security to get you fucking out of here. It was more on Lily's part with all the talking, as the dude I was dancing in front of was well behaved... Kind of. Except he won't stop trying to touch my feet. But that was the early curtain drawn to our little double show.
LOL oh yeah, I was talking to this cunthole that was as sure as the sky was blue that he can make me sleep with him. I forgot in what time frame he said, but he was so confident. Made me fucking laugh. He thought he was good looking, and had everything going for him. Maybe he's rich, and can probably fuck bitches. Who knows. But he was not good looking. Not to me anyway. He was like an average faint looking chubby Kanye West. Not ugly, but please, I don't know who the fuck was stroking his ego, because it was all up in my face from the first few words he said when I spoke to him earlier.
I don't know what's with customers that like to say they'd give X amount of money to you without doing anything but sit there and talk to them, or if you'd just have a chat with them outside the club. Everybody has got to learn, and I've certainly learnt before.
Nothing serious happened to me, but I once got a cab ride to and from my club to have some fucking Chinese food, and a stupid attempt to get me back to his hotel room to "wait for my bank to transfer $1000 into my account, so I can give to you". I kinda felt like I wasted my time, as well as risking my safety for it all!! Obviously, I never got the money. No I wasn't spastic enough to go up to his hotel room. But I at least had some Chinese takeaway? LOL. He looked a little seedy as well, but I guess greed got the best of me for a little while.
I just can't wait for this weekend to be over so I can enjoy my new years celebrations. Man I'd really wanna have a bite to eat, but it's 5am, and probably not wise to munch on something before I go to bed. To be a fat fuck, or a skinny bitch? Hmmm....
I met amazing people that has helped me better myself, I've tried new things, found new love, as well as happiness (Fuck yeah!!) I couldn't think of a better place to be right now, I don't even remember the last time I was this normal. It was a total contrast compared to last year around this time. Anyway, onto my night at work......
Who fucking knew it'd be so DEAD on a Friday night. It was probably because it's just after Christmas and people are off on holidays, and keeping their kids (and wives) happy instead of gallivanting off into strip clubs ogling at titties all night.
My night started off with a decent podium, getting them cash tips and strutting my stuff to a 5 person audience. I eyed this one Asian bitch that partially fucked up my hair straightener in the bathroom. The straightener got caught on some plastic wrap, she witnessed this, didn't take the plastic off, but thought she helped by picking up the straightener and leaving it on the bench.
My friend happened to be there, but thought it was a GREAT idea to run the end of the straightener with fucking water, thus, a fucked up straightener that flickers and doesn't even heat up. Oh well.
This friend, or so I thought she was my friend (we'll call her Sally) the one that helped me kill my straightener, was acting real aloof since the last time I saw her. So I flaked out on her twice in one week. One was the night before her birthday, she reckons it's French tradition or something to have a pre celebration right before her birthday. She barely even planned this event, being very vague about the time and place followed by a "Oh I don't know, I'll see how I feel on the day". She doesn't respond to my messages for a whole week until a few hours before the event, and I've already made other plans. Second, was my fault. I had a family birthday to go to, and forgot to tell her that I wasn't gonna make it to our next planned meeting.
I've got to admit I've been a shit friend towards her, as I've flaked out a lot in the past, and have always pushed our appointments to an hour later. Maybe it's a great reason to not talk to me, but is it a good enough reason to not wanna be friends with me anymore? That's the vibes she's giving me anyways. Oh well.
I did this double show with this cool funny chick named Lily with 2 custies, we were only about 10 minutes into the show, and one of the custies thought it was a great fucking idea to put his mouth on Lily's crotch. We were like, you have to leave now, if you're not out of here in 5 minutes, I will get security to get you fucking out of here. It was more on Lily's part with all the talking, as the dude I was dancing in front of was well behaved... Kind of. Except he won't stop trying to touch my feet. But that was the early curtain drawn to our little double show.
LOL oh yeah, I was talking to this cunthole that was as sure as the sky was blue that he can make me sleep with him. I forgot in what time frame he said, but he was so confident. Made me fucking laugh. He thought he was good looking, and had everything going for him. Maybe he's rich, and can probably fuck bitches. Who knows. But he was not good looking. Not to me anyway. He was like an average faint looking chubby Kanye West. Not ugly, but please, I don't know who the fuck was stroking his ego, because it was all up in my face from the first few words he said when I spoke to him earlier.
I don't know what's with customers that like to say they'd give X amount of money to you without doing anything but sit there and talk to them, or if you'd just have a chat with them outside the club. Everybody has got to learn, and I've certainly learnt before.
Nothing serious happened to me, but I once got a cab ride to and from my club to have some fucking Chinese food, and a stupid attempt to get me back to his hotel room to "wait for my bank to transfer $1000 into my account, so I can give to you". I kinda felt like I wasted my time, as well as risking my safety for it all!! Obviously, I never got the money. No I wasn't spastic enough to go up to his hotel room. But I at least had some Chinese takeaway? LOL. He looked a little seedy as well, but I guess greed got the best of me for a little while.
I just can't wait for this weekend to be over so I can enjoy my new years celebrations. Man I'd really wanna have a bite to eat, but it's 5am, and probably not wise to munch on something before I go to bed. To be a fat fuck, or a skinny bitch? Hmmm....
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