Tonight is the night.
My slave princess Leia costume arrived in the mail a few days ago. Just in time for a Star Wars theme party and for me to wear it to work. I am stupidly excited to prance around all Star Wars-y for the next night or so!! Perhaps I shall actually post a picture for the first time ever.
Perhaps not though, I wouldn’t hold my breath.
I wore a tank top into work. Decided I didn’t feel like changing, so I threw on undies and leg warmers and called it good enough. I was fucking comfortable. No stabbing sequins, no extra stretchy-tight fabric. Awesome.
I’ve probably mentioned this before here- I’m failing hardcore at making timely posts right now-bust as of late a tank top has been my work attire of choice and it has been working out pretty damn well for me. I guess I’m just happier and therefore better at my job when I’m comfy.
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When you look at all the criminal stuff happening around you, is the money still worth it? Especially if you’re just trying to do your job but could get hurt by other people you can’t even report because of…
I’m feeling a little defensive about my work lately—for a variety of reasons that I haven’t quite pinned down. I’m not going to answer ask box questions right now…but keep sending them. I’ll get to them soon, I promise.
You know, I’ve been feeling the same way lately. A friend of mine has a very good female friend who admittedly hates me purely based on the fact that I am a stripper. In recent past I have been told by another friend that one of his woman friend’s once said (in response to him saying how he wanted me to come hang out with them) “Oh, the stripper? I don’t think I want her hanging out with us.”
Fine. I don’t need approval, but it would be nice to get judged on my merits (or lack thereof) as a PERSON, not as a stripper.
Sad truth is it seems like women have a harder time dealing with my job and relationships with mutual male friends than my man friends. I have some basic ideas as to why this is, but I don’t want to generalize. At the end of the day I don’t judge anyone for being a waitress or a student or whatever other job, so I wish people wouldn’t judge me for mine.
I’m sick of having to defend what I do. I strip because it’s a well paying job that works well with my lifestyle. Also, and I feel this doesn’t get mentioned enough, I enjoy my job for the most part.
Drunk.
I don’t usually get very drunk at work, but for some reason my “I doubt I’m having more than one drink tonight” Friday ended on Saturday when I woke up with no memory of the night before.
Drinking and memory loss go hand in hand for me. Even when I don’t drink much, I find that I tend to get very fuzzy on the details of my night. So now I’m left hoping I didn’t embarrass myself badly. I have a decent reputation at work as someone who is pretty responsible and “together”. I don’t like the idea of coming off as a sloppy drunk.
Of course I have safety concerns too. Last night I knew a friend was going to pick me up, so I think somewhere along the way I decided that made it okay for me to keep drinking. Since I usually walk or take a bus I always make sure to be sober when I leave work.
It’s not like I’m the first, last or only girl to ever get too drunk at work, but I just hate the feeling.
Dessa- Seamstress
Strippable? Yes? No?
I tip my hat to girls who work more than one day in a row.
I’m usually pretty decent at handling pain, but after working Friday night Saturday night felt like hell. I was bruised and my joints hurt. Thank god for vicodin. Not a great lifestyle choice but it made me able to get through work without wanting to weep.
Stretching might be a solid idea for the future since this whole working all weekend thing is really good money overall.
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This weekend was interesting…It was the first time in awhile I worked to days in a row (at the strip club that is). I thought I was only going to work the one day, but they needed girls so I figured I could get off my ass. Friday was okay, made money but nothing remarkable.
Saturday I got to go to work with the freeing feeling of not needing to do well. I had money to pay my rent, buy food and all those other life things that require money. I find that when this happens I tend to make more money anyways. When I’m not worrying about how much I’m making or need to make it means I have more time and energy to devote to actually working. It’s a mind frame I need to have more often. I’m finally at the point in my stripping career where I know I will make money when I work. It might not be a lot of money eery time, but money none the less. I need to stop worrying.
A few hours into work I had completely lost my voice, gotten a handful of dances I head to VIP with a guy. He started with a 15 minute but ends up extending it to an hour. I had the money for the original fifteen and sat with him while he called the bank to ensure he had enough money to charge the rest of the time. It was stupid of me not to get the rest up front, but I didn’t. I did feel bad for him, because he did have the money in the accounts, he just didn’t have the credit card connected to said account. So he still owed me $350.
About an hour later and I was getting pissed. Partially at myself, but mostly at him. I did my job and I deserved to get paid. Finally after a few hours me almost kicking him and us taking his phone, wallet (and everything in it) he went out to get the money. At 5:30 am I got to take a cab back to work to pick it up. Frustrating, but at least it was over and I got what I was owed. Still, no more of this good faith business.
On the bright side my roommate bought a giant, fancy tv so I get to take a few days off to sit on my ass and play video games on a screen the size of the fucking wall.
