I went to detroit today, to sit down with the manager of CLUB I WONT DISCLOSE(VEEEEERY nice upscale club, ETC. ETC.). the manager i wont disclose the name asked me a couple questions, gave the club background, gave me the rundown of the club, fees, caberet liscense info, info on my valet parking, etc. This was at 2pm during day shift. Day shift was PACKED. $$$$$ KACHIIING!!!
So he put me on the schedule, blah blah blah, tour, rules, basically wholr nine.
So i left, but my whole purpose of coming to detroit was to make some money that day. So i went to COBRAS downtown. It was a small brick building. I walked in side asked could i work for the night....they let me work for the night.
The club was small, everything was in one spot...but i was on a money mission.
Omg the hostility in the dressing room was CRAZY. ....lets fastforward. There were only about 3 people in the club but they werent trying to spend.
I only made $14 dollars on stage and its $25 tip out. I wasnt gonna leave until i made the extra money, but if there is no one in the club WHO TF AM I GONNA HUSTLE?!
So i was honest nd told thr house mom this, and she went to the dj (her husband) and told him i refused to pay her. So the dj came to me and demanded i pay him his money. First of all watch your mouth when your talking to me, its not what you say its really how u say it. So before i could reflex on him i went to the owner/manager and reminded him that he told me i could pay when i made it sincr it was my first day. The manager agreed with me while the dj was right there in front if us. So the dj proceeded to LIE and say i made more than what i said i made, and that he saw my money, and he also tiped me $10. So i calmy looked at him and asked him "since you were pocket watching exactly how much did i make since you know?" He couldnt answer me and i TOLD the manager that i will pay the rest of my tip out with my fee tomorrow.
I said more things to the dj but i cant remember because i kinda blanked out. But the manager was ok with it.
The house mom is a female dog to say the least. I could tell since i was the new girl ppls attitudes towards me were nasty. But that has nothing to do with my performance. Dancers also kept asking me if i was leaving before night shift. Uuuhm thats not your business, dont worry about my money or hustle.
The house mom or dj couldnt even look into my eyes when they were talking sh#t. Little p#ssys. I hate liars.



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