Hi, I haven't posted in awhile but I needed to bitch about my situation to people who will understand. Names are changed.
So Joe has been working at my club for several years, (I've been there a year and a half) was a bouncer for a long time and became a manager, constantly has to let his nuts hang and try to fuck every new girl that walks in the door. Joe is a sneaky little weasel who acts concerned but then runs back up the GM's asshole and reports every little petty drama tidbit he hears. I've been fooled by Joe before, thought we were leveling with one another and getting to know each other as real people, and then he starts feeling like his power is questioned, etc....
So Saturday night was a SHITTY night. Cinco de Mayo in a no alcohol club when plenty of alcohol clubs are 30 minutes away downtown. Everyone was pissed, no one was making money, and as small as my club is (30-35 girls total) that tends to be a highly influential factor in the customer/dancer energy level. So basically everything just sucked.
Toward the end of the night, a table of two hispanic guys call me over, they don't speak english well, I point to the table, "would you like a table dance"?......Guys nod....I sit down "I'm gonna wait for the next song so you get the whole thing" (table dances are on the table so it's more involved to get up there, get undressed, etc)....guys stare at me like "what are you doing" so I'm like "next song?" and they're like "dance" so I hop up there, dance half a song, "thanks guys", get dressed, get down. One of the guys had given me a dollar during the dance, I'm standing there smiling at them and they're nodding like "thanks, we're done" and I say "table dances are ten dollars", they start talking to each other in spanish, then one says "so that's it?" and I'm like "I tried to wait...", he gets pissy and takes his sweet time peeling off nine more dollar bills......all of the sudden this GINORMOUSLY fat chick slams me into the table and says "excuse me" as she squeezes through a space she knows she shouldn't, and puts her fucking hands on me and literally pushes me so she can get her thigh that's as big as both of mine through......customer still peeling off dollar bills......I want to fucking punch something. Joe walks up "what's wrong"....."nothing Joe, just trying to get fucking paid"....get my money and walk to the bar, and yes I reek with attitude at this point, to a customer, in front of a now manager....professionally, I was in the wrong. But I'm an emotional person. So I'm organizing my money at the bar and Joe comes up, "what just happened"...."You just saw what happened.."...."Don't act like that in front of customers"....."Alright Joe" and I go upstairs to the dressing room. Sit down, just try to breathe and collect my shit for a minute. Joe comes up right behind me, walks right past me and pretends to have something important to do in the DJ booth......as he walks past I flip him off, all bratty-like, and he just happens to turn around and see me and I'm like "aw shit".....he comes up to me "what was that?"...."Joe, I'm really pissed off right now, can you just get out of my face please?"..."Did you just flip me off?"....."yeah I did Joe, because it pissed me off that you felt the need to reiterate some lesson when you already knew the situation"...."Get your shit and go home"....."Go home as in what?"....."Go home"....."Go home as in what Joe?"....."For the night".....So I get dressed, go downstairs and find my roommate to tell her to get a ride home.....walk past the bar where he's sitting with the GM, he stops me...."Call me before you come in on Monday"...."what does that mean? Let's talk about this now"....."Just call me on Monday"...."what does that mean?"...."Please just call me".....GM is watching this whole thing not saying a word. So I realize that he's trying to flex his authority and look like he's being a good manager in front the GM, so I say "fine" and walk out.
So today I decide to just go in, if you're gonna send me home then send me home but if not I want to be there ready to work......so I go in, talk to Joe in the office....after I'm chastized and told that my behavior in front of customers and toward management is unacceptable, he says that the higher ups have all agreed that I should be suspended for a week.
I mean, am I legitimately fucking livid here? A week? Are you serious?
And I WAS SOO SOOO SOOOOOOO close to getting out for a week, my roommate and I were planning on going to Bike Week in Myrtle Beach next week, working for a few days, hanging out on the beach, getting out of our element for a minute and then going back with a new perspective. But bills have popped up that need to be taken care of, I have loose ends that had to be tied up this week and then I needed to make enough money to get down there, food, hotel, whatever until we worked. Unexpected shit has cleared me out and I'm broke, this week was really important, and now it's like I don't feel right taking a vacation, even though it's a working vacation and the earning potential is more than I can hope to expect at my home club. I don't know.....this just SUCKS!!!!! All around, the timing of this just fucking blows.
Am I just being a whiny brat? I dug a hole by having attitude, but fucking A! I'm human! Suspended for a week??? That's BULLSHIT! I want to talk to the owner, I have a good rapport with him and even if I can cut it down to three days or something.....but he doesn't come in very often and the only way to contact him would be through other management....which is not happening, easily anyway.
FUCKING POLITICS OF A SMALL CLUB. I work there because it's usually where I'm most comfortable. I worked about a month at the "biggest club in town" and it just wasn't for me....I like the neighborhood bar thing better, and with no alcohol there's less customer bullshit....but there's obviously no fucking end to the drama within.....I JUST REALLY NEEDED THIS BREAK!!! But I have so much shit to do.....fuck.



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