Yesterday, I woke up at 7 am for my first SCUBA certification session. By 3 pm, I was exhausted both mentally and physically. The last thing I wanted to do was go to work, but I had a hunch that it would be a profitable night. After a nap, I ended up getting ready and driving to work since it would be the last day for a while that I would be able to go in. It was another dramatic night, everyone had shit to tell me which I don’t mind; I really enjoy listening to people talk about their lives if there’s something going on, especially if I can help. I often forget how lucky I am to work with such amazing girls in contrast to other clubs in my area. My Aspergers doesn’t help when it comes to making new friends (more specifically girls who are usually only about their money and wouldn’t piss on me if I were on fire), but most of my fellow strippers listen, support one another, honestly give a shit, and share their liquor.
The only fun part of last night was when we all ended up buying rounds for each other because literally nobody was in the club, I made 60 dollars last night and ended up spending 25 on liquor. Our new manager Aaron is probably my least favorite out of the 7-8 managers I’ve been through during 2 years at my club. He has no business managing a club. I try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, but after you fuck with me or anyone I fuck with, you’re on my shit list. I give him 2 more weeks until he just doesn’t show up or we castrate him.
Signing off with some quick tips: Don’t fucking come to a strip club for a “just a quick drink” and not tip/ be a rude ass. Also, don’t expect me to be sweet if you talk down on other dancers or stripping as a job. If you’re sitting at the stage, please tip… I think everybody understands the dynamic between us and customers, we are not always savages but please do not expect to play dumb with entertainers.