The manager's best friend was in, causing a whole lot of shit. He tried to DJ and did a shitty job, then cussed at us girls when we complained. My reaction?
"Look fucker, I don't care who you are, you will NOT talk to me like that. You are NOT our DJ. I have done that job and let me tell you, you know it's bad when the customers are complaining about the shit music."
Well, that went over well. He bitched to said manager who told me to "never talk to his friend that way again".
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To this I said:
"Yanno what? I was justified. The customers that YOU and I are supposed to be catering to are bitching because YOUR friend is playing shit music. I've done that job and honey I've done yours too. If my friend EVER disrespected MY employees? That would be my new worst enemy. How unprofessional! I am NOT just some dancer who knows nada about my own elbow, ok? You need to get your priorities straight!"
His response was that said best friend was also our club's marketing guy.
"What marketing? We have nothing as far as marketing goes. All this club has is word of mouth" says I.
What a pair of fucktards.



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