Okay, so I decide to swallow my pride and go back to my old club. I'm desperate for money, and can't afford to be a snob.
Getting my job back was easy, I left on good terms, just in case.
I walked in last night, hoping there was an opening on the schedule, which there was--several of them. And I'm wondering why girls would not show up on a Fri night? I found out though.
There was a decent-sized crowd there, but they were all playing pool or sitting at tables or generally not tipping. I went in with my normal goofy,happy attitude, talked to the people I remembered from when I worked there previously, had a few drinks, and got on stage for the first time at 9:30. I made six dollars on a 20 minute set. Keep in mind this is a stage only club, so either you make money on stage, or you go home broke.
Well, I just chalked the first set up to it being early in the night, and I still had 2 or 3 sets left, no big deal, right? I walked around and chatted with everyone and got "we missed you" from the regulars and "you are so beautiful" or "the best dancer I've seen" from the rest. Sounds promising...
The next 2 sets I made about $19 total and then I was done early.
I walked out of my house with $23, spent $18 on a cab there, $5 on a drink. Then I spent $5 of my $6 from the first set on another drink, because there wasn't anyone to buy me a drink yet. I spent about $3 at the 7-11 on the way home and the cab driver cut me a break and charged me only $10 for the ride home. I now have $6 to my name.
When I left, it was because I thought I was too good for this low-class redneck bar(it's full bikini and stage only) and could make more money somewhere else. Which I have. The problem is that I don't have a car, and I have a stalker situation with my driver, so I need to work closer to home. I convinced myself that I needed to stop being so stuck-up and just go back. I guess it doesn't pay to be humble after all.



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