I'm fed up. With the management, with the girls, with the customers. I am done stripping for a while.
I just quit going in. At most strip clubs I've worked at this is how you do it. No, not at my club, which thinks it's a fucking law office. We have a set schedule, with a minimum of three shifts--the same shifts each week. You can't call in for ANY reason without getting a huge guilt trip and having to BEG for the night off. I called in one day last week to say I was sick and couldn't come in and the biggest asshole manager happened to take the call. He grumbled and sighed overdramatically and said, "You girls are killing me. It's a football game tonight and we need all the girls. You need to come in." Somehow he managed to talk me into coming in. I was SICK! I made jack shit and felt completely used by management and the crowd which just wanted to watch the game and look at free booty all night.
I was scheduled for the next day and woke up worried and dreading and just feeling horrible thinking about having to go back in. I've felt like this for WEEKS. Every single time I have to go in. Like, to the point of panic attacks. And it occurred to me that I *didn't* have to go in. So I didn't. I didn't call and I didn't show. It felt AMAZING! So I did it again the next night. And then my next shift. And the next. And then I decided not to go back again.
The asshole manager has been fucking with my girlfriend (who is a cocktail waitress there) telling her that "We all have to go to work. (My name) is not special. When she gets back she's in big trouble." He's been fishing to find out where I am and when she tells him she doesn't know what's going on with me he calls her a liar and tells her to fess up. He even said, "You know, she came in here and BEGGED us to give you a job." As if to threaten her somehow?? (And it's not true. She got her own job.)
Anyway, sorry for the blah, blah, blah. I just wanted to get it out. I loved stripping at one time because it represented freedom for me. After a while it didn't feel so free anymore, so I have quit to do somehting else that allows me to be free. Once that feels restricting I may come back into the club. I feel amazing, like I am in control of my life and my destiny. I am the architect of my life. I can live by my wits just as well as my tits. I am in control. I really needed this.



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