i got a job...
Oct. 21st, 2004 02:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spooky_nine....at maximus, a local strip club. last night was my first night. i'm not a stripper, just a waitress. that means $2.15 an hour, plus tips. which was $16 last night. i worked from 6p to about 3a. IT FUCKING SUCKS!!!!!!111oneonetwo i hate it. i was on my feet for 9 hours, and it was killing me. i'm already not looking forward to going to work tonight.
so i got there at 6p last night. i met 2 really nice girls that remember me from lee, my jr. high skool. but they're both mexican, so i don't remember them. they taught me the ropes, and helped me out a lot. i forgot their names though. i think tonya is one, and the other i completely forgot. unfortunately, they're off tonight. so i'm all alone. they told me to watch my purse and money, since they had already had shit stolen from them. lovely. they also told me that the strippers treat them like slaves (which they do) and that the other waitresses that had been there for awhile were really mean to new girls (which they are).
my first customer was a really good looking marine. so i got his drink and sat down next to him to chat him up a little bit. i ask him how he's doing, and get this... the last time he was at maximus, HE WAS W/ HIS BUDDY, WHO IS NOW DEAD!!! he died in iraq. so i sat for 10 minutes to listen to his sob story about how it sucks, and how they government isn't really telling him how his friend died. so i told him how sorry i was, and that i understood, since my step-sister, a few friends, and my ex-boyfriend are in iraq. then we talked about being in the service, and i told him about how i was going to enlist, but decided against it.
my second notable customer was this redneck looking FREAK. he kept staring at my chest and telling me i shouldn't wear a bra to work. then he told me i should be a dancer instead of a waitress. fuck that. he wouldn't stop talking about insanely personal things. but at least he bought me a drink. unfortunately, since i was underage, i had to go get a sprite and cherry syrup, and tell him it was a cherry vodka. sucks, b/c i really could've used a drink. then he gave me a dollar to tip the stripper. i put the dollar in my mouth, and the stripper stuck her HEAD IN MY CROTCH, THEN BIT MY BOOB!! then she kissed me to take the dollar from me, and that was nice. i've been craving some girl on girl action for awhile now. the weird guy eventually got cut off, and i avoided him for the rest of the night. there aren't any words how creeped out he made me feel. he was so drunk that he couldn't focus his eyes, so he just kind of stared at me for awhile until his sodden brain came up w/ anunsuitable response.
third customer was an older gentleman. i use that term loosely. he told me he just got back in the states, since he lived in indonesia for 6 years or something. he works for halliburton.he was really nice, and we talked for a bit. a few things that unnerved me. he has to take care of his elderly mother, and he's married, but he frequents the "titty bar", as he was wont to call it, every night. he swears that it's the best place to play pool. he told me that he was an outlaw of san angelo, but he didn't tell me why. he said he'd tell me when he got to know me better.
then there was the scruffy mexican guy w/ teh teardrop-under-his-eye tattoo that followed me around for awhile until i finally got him to order a drink. he was my "big tipper" for the night, tipping me $3.
then cut to the worst moment of my night; i dropped a beer on the depressed marine's table, shattering it and spilling a beer all over the place. i had to go get him a new one, and pay for it out of my tip money. he was pretty understanding, but he only tipped me a dollar.
at the end of the night, my feet, calves, shins, thighs, neck, and back were killing me. my back mostly b/c i have to bend over and stand up a lot. and my big boobs cause a lot of strain. coincidentally, i have the biggest boobs of all the workers there. strippers included. speaking of strippers, there's only 2 decent looking ones there. jazz and deja. jazz was the one i tipped, and deja is a small, sad looking girl that has only been working there a week.
the music wasn't as bad as i thought i'd be. after playing all the obligatory booty music and ac/dc, i was surprised to hear them play korn, union underground, staind, cold, and static-x. so i got to jam out to decent music for a bit.
so all in all, it totally blew. but i have to keep at it. if 2 weeks goes by at that job, and i'm still not making any good money, i'm going to start searching for a better job. then i'm going to quit and burn down the club. just kidding.
my first customer was a really good looking marine. so i got his drink and sat down next to him to chat him up a little bit. i ask him how he's doing, and get this... the last time he was at maximus, HE WAS W/ HIS BUDDY, WHO IS NOW DEAD!!! he died in iraq. so i sat for 10 minutes to listen to his sob story about how it sucks, and how they government isn't really telling him how his friend died. so i told him how sorry i was, and that i understood, since my step-sister, a few friends, and my ex-boyfriend are in iraq. then we talked about being in the service, and i told him about how i was going to enlist, but decided against it.
my second notable customer was this redneck looking FREAK. he kept staring at my chest and telling me i shouldn't wear a bra to work. then he told me i should be a dancer instead of a waitress. fuck that. he wouldn't stop talking about insanely personal things. but at least he bought me a drink. unfortunately, since i was underage, i had to go get a sprite and cherry syrup, and tell him it was a cherry vodka. sucks, b/c i really could've used a drink. then he gave me a dollar to tip the stripper. i put the dollar in my mouth, and the stripper stuck her HEAD IN MY CROTCH, THEN BIT MY BOOB!! then she kissed me to take the dollar from me, and that was nice. i've been craving some girl on girl action for awhile now. the weird guy eventually got cut off, and i avoided him for the rest of the night. there aren't any words how creeped out he made me feel. he was so drunk that he couldn't focus his eyes, so he just kind of stared at me for awhile until his sodden brain came up w/ an
third customer was an older gentleman. i use that term loosely. he told me he just got back in the states, since he lived in indonesia for 6 years or something. he works for halliburton.he was really nice, and we talked for a bit. a few things that unnerved me. he has to take care of his elderly mother, and he's married, but he frequents the "titty bar", as he was wont to call it, every night. he swears that it's the best place to play pool. he told me that he was an outlaw of san angelo, but he didn't tell me why. he said he'd tell me when he got to know me better.
then there was the scruffy mexican guy w/ teh teardrop-under-his-eye tattoo that followed me around for awhile until i finally got him to order a drink. he was my "big tipper" for the night, tipping me $3.
then cut to the worst moment of my night; i dropped a beer on the depressed marine's table, shattering it and spilling a beer all over the place. i had to go get him a new one, and pay for it out of my tip money. he was pretty understanding, but he only tipped me a dollar.
at the end of the night, my feet, calves, shins, thighs, neck, and back were killing me. my back mostly b/c i have to bend over and stand up a lot. and my big boobs cause a lot of strain. coincidentally, i have the biggest boobs of all the workers there. strippers included. speaking of strippers, there's only 2 decent looking ones there. jazz and deja. jazz was the one i tipped, and deja is a small, sad looking girl that has only been working there a week.
the music wasn't as bad as i thought i'd be. after playing all the obligatory booty music and ac/dc, i was surprised to hear them play korn, union underground, staind, cold, and static-x. so i got to jam out to decent music for a bit.
so all in all, it totally blew. but i have to keep at it. if 2 weeks goes by at that job, and i'm still not making any good money, i'm going to start searching for a better job. then i'm going to quit and burn down the club. just kidding.
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Date: 2004-10-21 09:00 pm (UTC)say its a awesome dj...
i heard all the strippers were nasty... yuck... if you see my uncle... PLEASE spare me embarassment! god damn ....... really.. lol
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Date: 2004-10-22 06:55 am (UTC)Don't wear a bra to work, I stripped a couple of times for a benefit for the night club I used to work at. No bra means more stares means more tips dear.
But suggestion, try looking for a job such as a skater shop or something. They love piercings. We have one beside us at my work and there are people in there that are shady at best :P
HUGS! be careful. Don't get hurt or I'll have to take my ass down there and beat some people very severly within inches of death.
Krys
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Date: 2004-10-24 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
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