Ok. So last night I come into work. About an hour into my shift, some girl (I've never seen her before) is collapsed on the floor. Did she get drugged, I wondered? The bouncer comes in every now and then to make sure she's relatively conscious, give her water, make sure she knows where to puke, etc. Ugh, near my stuff, too.Everyone's pretty concerned. I think she even peed on the floor!!!
About 3 hours later she gets lucid enough to get her clothes on and she takes a cab to her hotel. Still doesn't say what happened to her and so no one really knows, but we assume she was drugged.
At closing time, one of her friends (I guess they came in to work together) is on the phone... she exclaims, "I don't know how some g* and vicodin could fuck someone up like that!!!" (She did not tell this to any other girls... just said it on the phone while I was the only other one there.)
*g=ghb.
UGH. I hate bitches sometimes. How dumb do you have to be to take fucking GHB at a goddamn STRIP CLUB. And VICODIN. And DRINK. And fucking collapse in the dressing room and NOT TELL THE BOUNCER and your friend does NOT TELL THE BOUNCER.
It's like... yeah, you're afraid of getting in trouble or something? There are 50 clubs in this city. Go to a new one if they won't hire you back again.
And... having been drugged at work before and knowing the horrible effects (and also having the experience to know the effects of ghb recreationally), it just blows my mind that some woman could do that to herself. She must hate, hate that job.



Everyone's pretty concerned. I think she even peed on the floor!!!
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