I hate the DJ I had to put up with tonight. I seriously cannot stand him.
I worked until around 12:30 last night. This morning, I got a call from the day manager, who asked me to come in because there were no girls. Okay. I went in, danced for every customer and took a break after two hours. One customer was a grabber who used every line ever to excuse him touching my boobs after I told him not to. I finally said "I don't give a fuck. Touch me again and I will hit you." Dude had the nerve to ask for a hug afterward.
I went back in at 9 and the DJ insisted on playing evetything but what I asked him to play. I finally complained to management after he just flat out refused to even come close to my genre and played gangsta rap instead, with every other word being the N word. Honestly, I find that kind of thing offensive, along with heavy references to drugs, booze and misogynistic crap. I finally complained and it still didn't improve much.
He's the DJ for the Grand Opening. I think I might back out of doing the feature and not even bother to work. I'm sick of this guy.



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I wanted to put 2-3k in a special savings account every month for the next few months until I have enough for the boobies + a month or so off's worth of money for expenses. Now i have to back-pedal. Lol. Dammit!



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