Wow, I just have to say wow. I've finally stopped shaking, I think that's good. I went into work at 4 to night, aiming to leave at midnight, seeing as how I have a final at 8 am. Well, it's seven and I've been home long enough to have a PBJ sammich and clean out my email box.
There were, quite literally, no customers, but the owner was in town, trying to rally his much needed nine girls. Riiiight.
So finally some guys come in, who are already a bit drunk. I get shoved up on stage much to my dismay. I hate the fratboy type, they look at me like I'm a joke. These ones were tipping, but they were talking about something, and it made me self conscious. No big deal, just gonna do my thing.
Well, I stood up on the tip-rail which is elevated at our club, about 1' high and 1' wide. Well, the one guy reaches up with a one, like I he was either trying to shove it in my drawers, or expected me to take it somehow. I politely grabbed it, and let it fall onto the stage. I grabbed the horizontal bar over my head, and went to swing my leg over when one of them stood up and as far as I could see, had his head damn near in my crotch. So I freaked, yanked my leg down and buried my heel in his chest. I stormed off stage, tried not to hit the bouncer who was relaxing by the fire. The manager asked what I was doing. Hmmmmm, this one is tough, I'm getting off stage. I told him what happened, and he went and talked to the guy.
Apparently, he was just trying to give me a tip. Where I don't know seeing as how if he stood up, he'd be about 2" from me. Anyway, it basically came down to everyone else acting like it was my damn fault. Maybe, but after all the shit that's happened, while the bouncers fucked off, watched it happened, etc, I finally acted in my own defense. If I thought Todd was even paying attention, perhaps I would have let things play out, and let him handle it.
Needless to say, after the shaking started to lessen, I packed up my shit and went home. I marched my ass right out the door and not a single fucker in that place made an effort to see me out. I was shaking the whole damn way home.
I'm about two seconds from having a long talk with the club owner. I'm tired of the cattle drive mentality to booking (9 girls on a Sunday, in a club that can handle about 15 on a Saturday?), the lack of security unless you're a choice girl, and the egotistical paid staff who claim they don't shake girls down on dead nights, but still do.
The best part though, was when one of the managers came during Saturday day shift and told my one coworker and I, that we were to take turns sitting on the stage, so if customers came in, we could jump up and dance. Uh, no, you don't pay me to dance for free for your video crack customers. Then, he wouldn't let us have break songs, so we got to go girl after girl leaving no time for dances, potty breaks, etc.
So today, I told another manager I was tired of being treated like, as Holiday put it, a "dimestore hooker" and told him what happened. Neener neener neener.
Ugh, anyway, I feel bad I booted that guy in the chest, but I feel pretty shitty I was ever in a spot that made me feel that was necessary. Just gotta wait till Saturday....then I leave this shithole, er fine establishment.
love and cookies
-smurf
psycho stripper bitch



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