My new-ish bartending job is pretty cool, comparable to my old one in the Northern parts of Jersey. Its appearing more and more that it will be the one that will get me back on track with school, so I can get my degree (which will facilitate me leaving the job. Such irony).
The downside is that despite it being one of the largest bars I have worked in, it is the freakin' smokiest I have ever encountered. I leave there with such a stench of smoke that I literally have to take off everything when I get home, and shove it in the clothesbucket immediately. That includes socks.
Ive worked in smokey bars before, but this takes the cake.
I dont envy all you dancers who deal with this night after night. Its not fun smelling like the ass end of an ashtray after work.



. Such irony).
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I hate it when the socks stay on..em...

~ my very own pole dancer!
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