Owners and Their Offspring... the little brats....

Apparently someone, who has nothing more than the fact that his frumpy ass was made from the owners' sperm, has control of random computer systems.
Yes, it seems that the angry offspring, who has nothing better to do than to find ways to annoy us, has a strong grasp on our server.
My opinion is that the owners don't know enough/care enough about computers (or they don't realize the importance) and therefore put the computer issues on the back burner. Now, we all know--- as I'm typing this--- that computers are probably just as important as the air we breathe. My conclusion? The owners are too busy/don't care and give the Gimp the permission to 'handle', a.k.a. strangle, our computer systems. Yes, my fine feathered friends, anything we do must go through the offspring. Faulty email? Offspring. Downloading? Well, first of all, that's been disabled from our computers completely. Yahoo? Nope. Offspring. AOL? Nope. Offspring. All is blocked, including www.friendster.com , from our systems. Alas, we can use Google, only because we begged and pleaded to his highness.

Ahh... another day in Paradise.

Deep thought for the day: Birds of Feather Flock Together

Thanks for all the Hard Work...DICK

It's now after the weekend, almost a week from our 2 year anniversary party. It never ceases to amaze me of the stupid and fucked-upness in this whore-house.
So, I just now overheard a co-worker mention something about a dinner or whatever, paid for by the owner. Actually, it's a meeting, then a dinner.
So I asked my co-worker what he was talking about. He said, that it's come to his attention that a few select managers are to have a meeting or something, and then definitely invited to dinner (with the owner). This would be a 'thank you' to all those who work so hard to make the club money. Of course, I would NEVER be invited to such a thing. I am a stupid girl. A moron. An idiot. Some creative bimbo with big tits who coincidentally can bring in 3 times the average profits in one evening, and keep them begging for more. Why would I be thanked? You know, this fucking club would only have a half-ass butt ugly tacky anniversary party once a year, if it weren't for me. Now we do about 5 a year... Do they think it's EASY to do this? I just happened to be good at it.
WHAT THE FUCK. If I weren't here, there would be NO party. NONE. EVER. Man, I can't wait until I am gone from this place. These guys are going to freak out. Heh, heh.

Hell, maybe I could freelance for them and get paid on the side. Hmm...

I hate men.

Nothing new BIG PARTY tonight

Well, nothing new or exciting has happened, of course I've kept my eyes and ears closed to the gossip. I'm going to have to start hanging out in here a little more. This means I'll here more and more 'stuff'. You know, garbage, hear-say, blah blah blah, scoop. No problem. My skin will be thicker. I seriously need to make money and the only way to do it is to spend more time in here.
Tonight we have our 2 year anniversary party. Should be intersting. I personally think the 'theme' is lame, because it's a half-ass theme. The club will end up being decorated similarlly to a bat mitzvah/funeral.

Will write more later...

Thursday Night Blowjob

Last night, Thursday, I went into my club to do a little work- meaning I had customers coming into the club for dinner (2 different groups) as well as a couple of guys who wanted to see the place. It felt good to be in the club, as tired as I was last night.

Of course, overall, there was a completely different vibe throughout the whole place. It was as if I were in my own little bubble--- actually, it really felt more like I had been casted out of the club. I think I am psyching my self out on this whole thing, like I feel so different from the rest of the people here, and they can all tell...or can they? I don't know. I've been pretty miserable lately. We'll get into those reasons on a later basis.

So, I went to the dining area to meet with my party- I was really hoping for a little tip- it's always nice when I work on my party to get a little cash, but I tell ya- you NEVER get it when you want it, only when it's unexpected...every single time. So I chit-chatted and did my thing, then ran into two stripper friends of mine and started talking a bit with them. They were saying (reinstating my own thoughts) about how the girls are all bitches and hos. VERY money hungry, as they said. Honestly, I told them that I couldn't really listen to it (not that they were in any way pressing me with their info, we were just having a conversation and it always gets brought up).

Then, a guy I used to date or whatever came into the lounge area. He came in with two other friends (one who is engaged and the other he used to live with)- This guy, Jay, comes in on the regular side- he knows a lot of people in this place mostly through me, as originally I had introduced him to the 'right' people. (just to update: while we were dating he regularlly came into the club and it annoyed the crap out of me- most of the time I wasn't even here).

ANYWAY, so I said hello to Jay and the other two. Might I note that I looked amazing last night (thank god). Again, I left them and did my thing in the club. Later on, after talking to my second dinner party, I went over to Jay's table and sat with the three of them. It was actually quite pleasant and a nice change to the norm. We all caught up a bit. I loved talking about my boyfriend to them. It felt so empowering. And the guys didn't even really believe me- the conversation went along the lines of: "You aren't really serious, no way" "No, we are serious. I'm done. I'm not saying that something couldn't change, but for now, I am so happy."

They were so blown away.

Jay at one point told me "I fucked up". I said, "Everything happens for a reason." What I was thinking, but didn't want to add salt to the wound, was and if I were still with you, I wouldn't have met Pierre, who is my love and future. Ha. Jay seemed extrememly distraught that he had 'lost' me, though I didn't really get it with him. Men think so weird- they look at the goal as a prize- meanwhile, why would he think I would EVER date someone who came into my club? Expecially since I had met him outside the club, NOT as a customer. Anyway, it is redundant to get into this conversation right now. The point is, I felt great knowing he felt like an idiot.

He got up from the table for something or another, and his friends were both like, "You know why he comes here..." I responded "I know not to see me" they were like "yeah, to see you."

Meanwhile, I snapped back "look, he has my number and he never calls to tell me he's coming in". Now, I'm thinking: and you know what? barf. Like I want to see you in here. And like I'm interested in you anyway.

Oh, and while I was at the table I actually called Pierre. I called him because I had told him earlier that I was leaving soon, and then I ended up staying for a bit (waiting on a customer to get there)- Out of respect for him, I called to tell him I was still there.

So the guys at the table were like, "wow, I can't believe you called your boyfriend while you were sitting here..." Meanwhile, I'm thinking, what's the big deal? I guess their immaturity is a lot lower (obviously).

Such is such, my customer came in, I hung out with them for a while, I went back to the table with the trio.

Here's the disappointment- sigh- one of the guys, who is ENGAGED, wanted a girl for a half-hour...a 'special' girl. Now, basically in strip club lingo, this means he wants a blowjob. So, sadly and resentfully, I called over WL (whore lord) and he promplty got Micky (pimp) who knows all the 'talents' in the club. Meanwhile, I thought I was going to throw up. I looked at the table and was like, "this is why I don't come in here anymore".

End of the story, the girl looked like a horse, the guy was turned off, (wanted a blonde anyway) and we left. Jay and the guys dropped me off and that was that.

What a lovely evening in the club.

I'll write more later.

First Post, INTRODUCTION

Let's see, I've been in and out of this industry for many years now, and I've been there and done that. This blog is simply an outlet for me, an outreach and a stretch of the imagination...or is it?

Many people have attempted to write books or create movies around the adult industry, and I'd say 99% of them have failed, miserably. On top of that, the media portrays all nightclubs incorrect- look at television shows- anytime a charactor (actor) goes to a bar/nightclub/stripclub he/she is surrounded by an assortment of complete toolbags accompanied by foul music (apparently a selection chosen by a tone-deaf person). And the poor adult industry is completely left in the dust. Forget it, they don't have a chance.

Take The Soprano's, for example. The nightclub featured on that show, "Bada-Bing", was a lame, poor, weak excuse for a nightclub. How those girls were supposed to make enough money to even get home is way over my head. - And what a dump.

Look, I am here on this blogger thing to get what's in my mind out onto web paper. Paper diaries are a thing of the past, online blogging is the present and future.

I have had many life experiences, and it's due time to keep a record of it- hey, you never know when a good movie deal may come my way.