Switching

Great. Mark (Bob) is going to switch us back from the Scores office to PEC. So now, I'm going to be squashed in that office- it is SOOO cramped over there.
Mark will be breathing down my throat, and I can't do whatever I want anymore. This is so upsetting. Also, everyone will be talking about me coming and going and whatever, and I won't be able to get away with my freedom. Geez louizzz.
I complained about parking, Mark said he'd take care of that- so that's good I suppose.
Also, my paychecks won't be such a pain in the ass, since they are printed at PEC and I won't have to go there to get them.

The media company will be here at Scores, taking over all of our desks. Tara gets to stay at her desk.

Ronnie will be taking over Kelly's desk- Kelly will be taking over Joe Erickson's desk- so I'll have room back there which is great. Unfortunately, I'll be sitting across from Gary, who is SO annoying. I do love Rita, and Julie.

I just like it better at Scores. It's quiet, no one is in my business (well, personal at least) and I really come and go whenever. I take off whenever.

Now I have to seriously consider whether or not I want to take the 50K deal or stick with the $62,400.00 plus commission. It seems the commission thing may be the way to go. This way every morning I can check the dinner res book and take them from there. Phone calls never come in to Scores for parties anyway.

Ugh. I hate this place sometimes. Mostly. I just can't stand Bob.

Fuck Face and his pet RAT

Yesterday I called Mark, because I was interested in finding out WHY I had been taken off the rotation for parties.

When I mentioned this, he chuckled (his obnoxious giggling like a little girl)- and he was like, didn't you say you wanted to be taken off rotation?

I said, MARK, seriously...and before I could say anything else, he SCREAMED:

Raised you voice to me like that again and I'm going to come over to your desk and beat the shit out of you.

WHAT? I didn't say a word and hung up on him.

I told Carla to tell him I wasn't at my desk. And she did. 3 times.

Ronnie butted his dumb half a brain ass in and was like, you know- that is really wrong of you not to take his calls, and to make Carla lie for you like that.

(he went on and on about this for a bit, all nasty)

I said, OK RONNIE, then how about I leave my desk and then she doesn't have to lie???

He was like, still.....

I finally took the call from Mark. I should have just left. He's such an ASSHOLE.

We had a conversation and everything was fine- whatever.

(I KNEW RONNIE WAS GOING TO SAY SOMETHING, I just knew it...they live together and Ronnie was all kinds of upset)

At 5:10pm Mark calls me and says something along the lines of:

I have 2 things to say to you, the second doesn't really matter unless you haven't forgiven me- have you forgiven me? I was like, um- yeah whatever. I've forgotten about it and I don't really care. He was like, ok...

Then sent me a text, that he has a party for me...then I texted him that I was in class.

TODAY, I come into work, la la la....Tara says she has to talk to me. Mark had called Carla yesterday and yelled at her about not passing phone calls--- of course Ronnie went to Mark and complained like a fucking little rat ass baby. But Mark told Carla not to tell ANYONE. Especially me....why? Because he knew I'd flip out.

So Tara told me. And I got SOOOO mad. And then I called Mark. I was like, sooooooo- do you have anything to say to me? Hmmm??? Nothing? Where's Ronnie? Is he coming in today?

I KNEW he'd know I was up to something. Meanwhile, in the conversation he told me Bob made the executive decision that he was not going to go to Vegas, it was going to cost him 60,000$$$ and whatever. Such a bad decision. Not that THAT is shocking...

So then I hang up with Mark.

Tara comes over and says she has to talk to me....NOW.

Mark had called her and said,'walk away from your desk, and go up to where no one can hear you" and went on and on about how she better not have said anything to me and she will lose her job if he finds out anything....that he's known me for 7 years and he knows I am on to something"

And then Carla wanted to talk to Tara bc Mark then called her too.... But Carla wasn't supposed to say anything to Tara....and Tara DEF wasn't supposed to say anything to me.... But Tara just told her I knew what was going on bc Mark called me yesterday.

I can't WAIT for the Rat to get into work today, though I am probably leaving early. It's safer that way.

DB

DB's newest venture is to hire waitresses and then coax them into becoming strippers.
He posted, in Craigslist, an add for an open call for waitresses/bartenders- meanwhile, it was so GHETTO!!!
And of course he didn't plan anything out, so Stevie had to go downstairs to work the front door, and he thinks he can just snap his fingers and everything just works out for him-

Dumb ass should know that he needs to post on STRIPPER websites. And he hasn't a clue. And we aren't helping him.
He is awful.

Gertrude

This happened a few weeks ago at Sapphire:

With Mike D.
A customer came in, and Shana gave him a massage. He wanted her to come to him after work, but she was like, oh- that will be too late in the night, and he wanted her to leave work early, which she couldn't do.
She was like, you can take me into a room, but I hate for you to do that and waste money.... She has respect for the customer and wasn't trying to take him to the cleaners.
She told him the price, and the customer knows Mike D.
Well, he went to discuss it with Mike D, I guess to get prices of whatever- and the customer came back to Shana and told her everything.
Customer said that Mike D. said that Shana was a waste of time, and won't do anything in the room, not to bother...blah blah blah.
Meanwhile, the customer didn't even WANT anything dirty!
What a dick.

Moving Around MGT

So the newest scoop is that Ed is being removed as a GM. He doesn't know it yet, and it won't exactly be put out there like that either.
See, employees hate Ed- the entertainers don't mind him so much. So Mark is going to make Ed take the girls out to different restaurants and promote.

I saw him last week, as I was leaving for Alicia's birthday party - April 22nd- and he was chatting with me. I forgot about the whole thing (above). And he was like, Yeah, I am taking the girls to STK tonight.
Me: oh, that sounds like fun! STK is awesome.
Ed: well, somebody has to do it.... (there's no one to take the girls)

So, if that is how Ed wants to look at it then so be it. I am positive that's how Mark worded it to him- if he knew he was going to be demoted he would FLIP!

Additional scoop:
I saw Terrance last week in Mark's office (with Bob & Howard). Apparently he's there quite a bit. And supposedly he is going to run another club.

Bob is putting a Scores in Atlantic City, INSIDE the Taj Hotel. This is groundbreaking, and will be the first strip club within a casino- in the entire country.

Kelly is being moved from Penthouse to be the GM of Scores. John is moving up over at Penthouse, not sure who the new manager will be.

I think that about covers it for now-

big day

Tomorrow we decorate. Paradise 2010 woo hoo. Yawn.

Office Antics

Let's see-
Steve Sabbath signs his emails as "Steven Jaffe" bc he was indicted for fruad and doesn't want to use his other name. He still uses an AOL account (8 months later) bc he doesn't know how to use anything else. On his signature he repeats his phone number twice, and spells 'acquisitions' as "aquisitions".
Awesome.

Arc has taken upon himself as a self-described COMPUTER INTERNET INVENTOR, because apparently he created the internet and everything it has to offer. He also IS marketing. And he alone gets in 300 passes a month. He also has set up numerous events and doesn't communicate this to the rest of the staff.

Media is moving across the street to rented office space. DoucheBag, Arc, Steve and Mercedes (yes, that is her real name) are moving over there. Thank goodness that gets rid of almost all of the rif-raff. That only leaved Porn-Watching-Gregg, aka PWG. He's not too much of a bother. He really doesn't do anything at all....all day.

Then there's Ronnie. Well, he's just there. Still, after 7 years, hasn't a clue on how to use email, or any other program on the computer. Tara is forced to type up his labels...still....

Gotta work now.

Where to start

This post is so very far backed up I don't know where to start with the gossip.
Did I mention before that the IT/Computer guy is actually doing promotions and not telling the rest of the group? He attempted to have a drinking promotion with the 400 people (at the time) who had signed up to the website (this was months ago)- and he was like, oh, who do I give the guest list to? Tara and I were like, what the fuck are you talking about.
You can't just have a promotion and not have anyone handle it.
Not only that, THAT's NOT WHAT YOU DO, DICK HEAD.

At the end of January, JenV set up a 'commercial'-type shoot, more like a promo for the club, that would be posted on our website. GREAT.
So I said, we should get a photographer (aka, Gregory, my RELIABLE guy) to come in and shoot some stills while there were people in the club- for our own use (advertisements, promos, website, etc.). When I asked, Mark told me that Andrea (aka Boss-Fucking-Whore, who from now on we will call BFW) had gotten her own photographer. GREAT.
At the commercial shoot, she was getting photos taken of girls in her costumes (fromt the sweat factory). GREAT.
Well, we wanted shots of the chef (will) so we had some photos for our posters. No problem. I go to the back private rooms and get probably around 50 shots taken. I'm sure a few are good to use. Since this photographer she hired was so fucking amazing. ugh.

Fast forward a few weeks. We've all been wondering where the photos are. When MY guy comes in, I have the pics within a few days. This has been now a few weeks. I'm like, BFW, where are the pics?
"oh, I have them on my computer...Bob hasn't approved them...he doesn't want anyone using them...without being touched up" No probs BFW, but we can touch them up ourselves...if you can just get me a disc...
"Oh no, Bob doesn't want anyone to have them, hardly any can be used...." REALLY? Maybe bc your photographer SUCKS and you have no idea what you are doing?!
At that time, I showed her MY Leg Avenue catalog that had all of the Naughtycal party information and costumes- I went over the costume choices and left her the catalog to order from.
Fast forward to March 17, the Wednesday before the party- Tara gets a phone call and I hear the distress in her voice. Basically, long story short- BFW didn't order any costumes for the - she was in the Dominican Republic with Bob (as his translator fuck-buddy) and totally forgot, so now she called TARA to get the orders taken care of. All I can say, is thank GOODNESS she didn't call me!!! I would have flipped and gotten myself fired. Meanwhile, poor Tara was calling all over trying to figure out how to place the orders, since BFW didn't have a proper account, so I was kind enough (because I like Tara and felt bad for her) to give her MY account info so she could get the stuff ordered.
So in the meantime, that fucking bitch didn't have ANY costumes in the dressing room for the past 2 weeks. Entertainers/staff had nothing to buy, nothing to see, and nothing to get excited about. No wonder girls were like, GEE I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR!!!!
So at the night of the party, we had 250 guys walk in and 26, yes 26!!! girls for the club. It was POURING down rain- and customers left in the rain because there were no girls. NONE. What the fuck. I was PISSED. So mad I couldn't see straight.
At the party, BFW didn't even dress in costume or theme or anything. She rolled her eyes and pushed together her botoxed tattooed-on eyebrows and shook her head like, OOO I am too good to dress in costume.
I was at the front desk when I saw her, I was bitching to Kelly (useless) about the whole situation. She walked by. I didn't say anything and just slipped out back into the club. Leaving, I told Kelly, "I have to get out of here before I say something and get myself fired."

The next day or day after or something- I find out that BFW was pissed and insulted at my because I didn't speak to her. Are you fucking kidding? Who the hell do you think you are? How DARE you?
If anything, she should have spoken to ME, I am the host- and secondly she fucked up big time. But of course I am sure she doesn't see it that way bc she was with Bob in DR.

That Thursday, April 1, was the car show preview that Tara and I go to every year. BFW was in the conference room and was bitching to Steve, and apparently Bob, that she was insulted that no one invited her to the car show. Meaning, me and Tara. Meanwhile, we go to this event every year for the past 6 years and that bitch has never wanted to attend anything. And if she did, she should have come to us- knowing we plan every event- and said, "Hey, I know you have a calendar of events, and I would really like to attend a few of them- please let me know..." Also, there is a ginormous calendar posted behind Tara's desk, and at any time she can walk over and see what we are doing.
She is really out of control. She is not the queen. She does NOT pay my bills!!!! UGGGHHH!!! So now I stay very far away from her and her implanted ass.

This office is out of control.

The Kingdom and more

So, did I mention this? That Jasmine the waitress got fired, basically for stealing. She was ordering shots for customers and making them pay cash, keeping the money and pouring small shots or something like that.
But she was fucking Bob on the side...supposedly. Oh, the tangled webs we weave!
She would leave the floor and go hang out with Bob, and the other waitress would be stuck with her section. Not only that, but that waitress still was forced to share her TIPS with Jasmine, who wasn't even there.
Nothing you can do about it when you are screwing around with the owner.

Well, other girls couldn't stand her, for obvious reasons, and Jasmine was on high-watch. Well, she got hers and was fired.

This was weeks ago.

Just found out yesterday that Jasmine is PERSONALLY SUEING both Jon the manager and Kelly the GM. I don't know her reasons, but something along the lines of sexual harrassment. WHAT???

I wanted to have a party for Harvey here at Scores, during Super Bowl. 2 weeks ago I asked Mark if I could get Harvey a cake. No problem. 1 week ago I find out it is Bob's birthday that night. Mark says, no problem. I order a $200 cake, and invite all his friends. No problem.
Monday, I ask Andrea (Bob's ex-stripper fuck buddy) what she's doing for his birthday, bc I don't want to intrude or step on anyone's toes. She didn't seem to mind my plans, but who knows with her- I also called Bob and asked where he wanted to sit, so we could reserve space for his group.

All good...or so I thought.

After dinner with my mother-in-law, Mark calls me "to discuss Sunday night...". Well I knew something was up. And he basically told me that Bob had a hissy fit and he wants the night to be special ONLY to him and that I couldn't have cake, balloons, or even sing happy birthday- unless I wanted to do it after the Super Bowl was over- at like, 10:30. Well, that's really late! So we'd all have to be super quiet and not say anything?
Bob really acts like a baby sometimes. And I am NEVER EVER doing anything for Andrea EVER again. I dare her to ask me for something...
And I hope it's a huge fucking problem when I GIVE the uniforms to the waitresses and don't charge them a penny for it. HA.

I am not saying one fucking word to Bob or his fuckface friends the night of Super Bowl, if we even go there. I really don't want to go to Scores at all for the Super Bowl party. Fuck them.