TOTAL RANT!
So last night at work a storm hit our little section of town. The power went off in the club 8 or 9 times. Some lasting for 5 minutes, some lasting for 20.
And each time the power went off, the emergency lights went on, casting this gross, florescent light over everyone. The music would stop dead. Everything stopped. Including the mood.
On top of that, the club itself was dead because no one was out in the storm.
Before midnight I FINALLY landed a guy in the VIP. We went in there and I danced for 3 songs when the final power outage hit. The DJ called his comp DOA at midnight and the managers rushed everyone (the girls) off the floor and into the dressing room. I told them I still needed to get paid from the guy in VIP and ran back out the dressing room door.
I caught him as he was about to leave the club. He says "Oh, you need money I guess?" Ya dumbshit, I sure do!
He pulls a 5 and 4 ones out of his pocket, says "That's all I have..." and bolts out the door with every other guy being shoved out the door into the rain.
Leaving me standing there, holding his crumpled up 9 bucks, in a dark club, with the damn emergency lights flickering, in my damn stripper outfit.... oh it was sadness, all over the place.
But it's even worse than that. The night before I had taken the night off to get my head on straight. I had had 5 nights in a row of really mean guys, grabby jerks, and pissed off fellow dancers. My tits hurt from my PMS, I was tired and feeling very very low about myself. So I took the night to clear my head, get my act together. And I did, my hubby helped lots, but I finally had the "Yah! I'll go in and bust out a killer night!" feeling again.....
...to come to work and have all that happen. Ouch.



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. I'm sorry. The club should have at least waved house fees.

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