It is 4:45 am at the moment. I am one of those people who have trouble sleeping if I am royally pissed. I left my phone in the dressing room at work and anyone who would care is asleep anyway. So, I apologize in advance if this is long winded and whiny.
I want to say that anyone on here who has worked with me will agree that I am a nice person. I try to be diplomatic even when I am dealing with assholes. They don't deserve diplomacy, but that is how I am. However, you cannot reason with some people. So a lot of times, I am wasting my time.
With that said, do not mistake for a minute that I am weak and will take garbage from anyone. Maybe I won't be waiting for you in the parking lot after work. (I can't fight worth a damn if my life depended on it anyway. I am tiny and girly. Violence isn't my style either.) Maybe I won't cuss you out to high heaven.
I sure as hell will not allow to be treated like crap. You will hear about it. I will be classy and civil about it when I do tell you. I won't forget that you are a bitch or a dick either. The next time you need a favor or something, I am probably not going to agree to it. I will be weary of you, and you have lost my trust.
I am currently working out of town in a club that is dishonest about tip outs and taking dance percentages. Being in a position where I do not live here and they pay for my accomodations, puts me in tough spot. Maybe some people would stand their ground and not give a rat's ass where the chips fall... I am not willing to cause myself a lot of grief over 5 dollars here and there.
It is the principle of the matter. Dances are 25. We get 20 and the club gets 5. You pay the club their portion after you are done giving the dance(s). Well, they arbitrarily decide that you were in there for 5 songs when you were really in there for 4.
After saying something like, "Are you sure? I was pretty sure it was only 4." The manager glowers at you and insists it was five and that you need to pay up. I don't really want to a get in an argument that could lead up to a write up or some disciplinary action over something petty.
I am not going to blow 500+ for a last minute ticket elsewhere. I already have my ticket booked on a specific date. So, if I got fired or something... That would be pretty bad. So, I pay the five. The five that SHOULD be mine.
Then there is the issue of tipouts. On top of five dollars off of every dance, it is ten percent of your entire night's earnings. Yeah, you read that right. Yet on several occassions when I handed them ten percent, I got the following bullshit:
"You should've made more than this. You should've made more on stage. This can't possibly be all you made. That would mean you didn't make but (insert dollar amount here) on stage. You need to hand over five more dollars."
So really they want 15 percent. First off, they don't know what anyone makes on stage. They can claim they can go look at the camera's but that doesn't shit. Can the camera zoom in that close? I mean really?
So the other night I was forced to tip out as if I had made $600 when I really only made $535. I actually threw in a couple extra bucks and gave them 55. I guess that wasn't enough. Apparently, the 5 dollars out of every dance and the alcohol sales are not enough either.
There has been drama at the club over the last few weeks with other dancers. None of it having anything to do with me. For example, one of the girls was arrested from the hotel they put us up in. Ever since, the staff has been acting bitchy/uptight towards everyone. I don't particularly care for this either. The last time I was up here, everyone was really nice.
The icing on the cake was tonight. I playfully slapped a customer as a joke. Remember, I am tiny and girly. My slap is like nothing. The customer flew off the handle at me. Called me a bitch however many times and told me to step the fuck off, etc. I was stunned. His friend was shocked as well.
I get the bouncer and he ends up giving me a lecture. He didn't even want to hear what happened. I quote him as saying, "I don't give a shit." He tells me if I put my hands on anyone again I get fired. Really?!
I explained myself regardless. He was all like, "You can't just let anything go can you? You had to tell me anyway!" Well yes. I would think I am allowed to give an explanation. Especially, if you are going to tell me what I did was a fireable offense.
Girls are in the dressing room smoking weed. He is fully aware of this by the way. A few months ago two girls beat up another girl in the dressing room for mouthing off. Oh and one girl kicked another girl on stage three weeks ago.
The last time I was up here, a girl got in trouble for leaving with a customer. She was also giving extras. Guess what? She was suspended, but then she was back. So what does someone have to do to get fired around here? I guess a discussion on whether your little hand can actually hurt someone and a demonstration going horribly wrong will do it.
Yes, the customer and his friend were telling me I could kick someone's ass if I wanted to. I told them no and that I have hands like a small child. Then I asked, "would you like to see?" I slapped him and it didn't even make a noise. His friend laughed at how lame it was. He went fucking insane.
I was even asking him, "Seriously, did that hurt?"
"No! I don't give a fuck! Don't ever fucking put a hand on me again! I don't like bitches like you. You fucking bitch! Step the fuck back. You get away from me!" Blah blah blah blah blah.
I get fired? Why wasn't HE kicked out? Speaking to me? Seriously? I must be dancing in the goddamned Twilight Zone. Smh. I honestly feel like if I acted like some of the crazier bitches that have worked here... They wouldn't seem to think they can walk all over me. At the same time, those crazy bitches have been fired.
I think once my time is up, I will not be coming back to this place. They still owe me a reimbursement check from the last time I was up here too. If it wasn't for the money being decent... I would've gone home a long time ago.



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