So I went in tonight on a Sunday and Valentine's Day. I've been at my club for over 2 yrs, and while I worked many Sundays my first summer and caught some awesome clients just back from the Hamptons not ready to end their weekend, when the Wall St crunch came, I wasn't getting those whales anymore. So for the past year I've worked one Sunday and that was like a month ago.
I hardly work, I'm very bad at coming in. I've lost many a regular due to my lack of being there. One guy came in 5 times over a few months on the 3 days I said I worked and didn't find me till #6....
ANYWAY, my point is, I'm fucking lazy and I didn't really want to go in tonight. But do to all the helpful posts on SW (and a little personal text motivation via Sophia Star) I finally went in and got on the floor around 10pm when tonight we close at 2.
Tons of couples... if you know me, you know I despise couples. I come down and go right to the bar, a cute 6'3ish gentlemen eyes me on his way to the bathroom. I see him a few minutes later and he's all about me so I go over to him. Apparently we had a great night together in November. I can't remember for the life of me. He remembers me though and came in for the 2nd time ever last night with me in mind.
Wow this is long but point IS... I was not gonna go to work tonight. I had to kick my own ass and get lots of help. I dragged my ass in and had a 1k night because this guy came in hoping I was there. Not bad compared to nothing. I could have totally done way more even if I had approached any couples in the time I was out of the room, or hustled my guy even harder, but he came in like right as I got on the floor so I wasn't ready to rush him into VIP as I wanted to have a few drinks myself.
So go to work no matter what! You could do really well really easily.
Oh and we exchanged numbers to be more of a regular thing![]()



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) I finally went in and got on the floor around 10pm when tonight we close at 2.
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