i'll just get right to it.
first, my heel broke in half within the first 10 seconds of my first stage set. probably since i was running to the stage after being yelled at by the dj for not reading his mind about a change in the line up. not only do i have to dance my set basically on one foot - i also have to dance to music that i cannot stand. i have a whole folder of at least 150 songs. but the dj apparently couldn't find something he liked in there. or in any related genre in the general folder. itwas like he thought, "hmm, what could i make her dance to that is the polar fucking opposite of anything she might actually like?" somehow he manages to be considerate of the other 2 girls who like stuff other than the typical top 40. and i have been nothing but nice to him. always polite. always tip well. what the hell??
then, while i was doing a 2 girl show on stage some wasted idiot decides to open the gate on the tip rail and just come on in. did any bouncers notice this? no. did any bouncers escort the man off the stage and out the fucking door? no. the girl i was dancing with had to lead him out the gate. did any bouncers then kick him out? no.
after doing the 2 girl show on the stage we went around to do 2 girl table dances at $20 a dance (so each girl gets $10). one guy was all about it until we told him the price. he couldn't believe it was so expensive. so i said, "you realize that at most clubs you can't even get a one girl dance for $20." cheap bastard. then there were the 15 other guys who said no and then circled like vultures watching us dance for paying customers. yet another reason why we need private rooms.
so while we're doing our 2 girl shows, this asshole in a day glow green shirt is following us around and yelling shit like, "come on, you can do better!" and "what? that's it?" no, the bouncers do not do anything about it. a short while later i am walking past him and he makes eye contact, smirks and then sticks his foot out in front of me, so i trip. (and luckily catch myself on a table). i tell a bouncer. he doesn't kick the guy out.
about a half an hour later the guy tries to sit on the tip rail and falls, backwards, onto the stage. he lies there for about 5 minutes before some fucking bouncer Finally notices and, amazingly, shows him the door.
then i go up on stage again, almost eat shit because the bottoms of the shoes i've been lucky enough to able to borrow are a Lot stickier than mine. at the beginning of my second song the manager comes up to me and says "hey, so and so just got new boobs and needs to know if the scars show on stage so she's going to get up there right now and i'll check." the girl doesn't just get on stage, flash her boobs and leave (which would have been irritating in itself because, what the fuck - the lights work after the customers leave and the girls stop dancing too, you know). but no, she flashes her boobs. then runs to the other corner and flahses them again. then runs to middle and flahses them. then starts collecting tips during my fucking set. then gets back on stage and flashes some more. i didn't get a single tip.
i have tipped out every single shift i've worked at this club. nobody got a dollar from me tonight.
i am so ready to sell all my shit, drive back to l.a. and live in my truck until i can afford a place to live. this is getting ridiculous.



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That dude tripping you and the bitch flashing her tits on YOUR show top the list, for sure.



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