NEXT!

Ok, so hopefully I'll get out and about a bit- trying to get some promotions together and get my expanding ass out of the office. Radio baby, radio.

Sip of Juice

Mr. Toy falls asleep in the private rooms, and he and his goon are actually that naive to think no one else knows about it.

Ha ha ha ha ha

Info

Recently found out that our upstairs night manager, Mr. Lazy, expects cigars from the bussboys/barbacks to receive scheduling. Get it? No? If you want to work here, for minimum wage (because you don't speak English and may not even be a citizen because your i.d. looks like it was purchased on the boardwalk at Daytona Beach), then bring Mr. Lazy a cigar or too, and he'll let you work.

Mr. Lazy is a very interesting man indeed. The fellow gets paid practically more than anyone else here at the club, yet seems to do the least amount of work. And he's cheap. And he's a loud mouth and a kiss-ass to Mr. Toy. (heh, heh, aren't we all? never bite the hand that feeds you!).

Mr. Lazy doesn't EVER come into the office, but when he does, he's in a deep and quiet conversation on the phone with mystery personal calls (wife, friend, mistress) and working diligently at checking his AOL accounts. He barks out orders to everyone else on staff (even people he doesn't know that well) to do his work for him. I have YET to see him get off his fat ass to do anything. You know what? He isn't worth the html on my blog. This post is done.

Movin on

I've been working really hard on our next event. I have to make sure it kicks big ass and we make a lot of money that night. I think it will-
Working on events makes me really happy- it will be nice when I'm working for myself.
Also, I have a really big meeting tonight, so hopefully this will get me moving in the right direction with my club. We need more exposure, and I most certainly need to prove myself.
Thought for the day:
Working for myself is in the near future, but for now, I must concentrate on tomorrow.

management

I have so much anger in me that when THE BOSS is at or near my desk, I must plug my ears with my fingers to muffle out the sound of his obnoxious voice.
I must come up with a name for my company.
I must focus.
Ahhh...focus? maybe use that word for something---
I can't take it anymore.
Ok, so I dream everyday about what it's going to be like when I quit. The worst part about this job, is I always feel so womanized. When I naively first started, I didn't feel this way. Now, there is no light at the end of the tunnel. I will never excel from this position. I will always, as every other female feels, be seen as a dumb girl. I hate it. I will never have authority.
Wait, oh yes I will...when I get my own company together. I had better get started-

Special of the Day

Well, let's see what happens today. Already Sherlie is getting on my nerves. I like her, but man! I thought I was a complainer....but she takes the cake. I MUST be nice to everyone. I MUST. I wake up everyday and pray that I am going to be nice. But it sucks...the second I see/hear/speak to The Boss, well, I just want to scream and run. Shit. This is never going to work out.
I MUST BE NICE TODAY. IF I can learn to be a pleasant kiss-ass, my life would be beautiful. The problem, is that I am NOT a kiss-ass. I must focus on myself and get my own business to kick off-
How great!~ I could be my OWN event planner! What a dream job. I wonder how much people charge for that?

Monday, Mondane

Ahhh, the life of a strip club-

Ahhh, the bullshit of working for incompetent men. I mean, if I'm so miserable I know I should leave, but I'm just not prepared to make it on my own. I MUST save up money, so I can get started. This is total b.s. -

Hmm...today.... well, I'm working on our next event. This is good, I'm keeping busy.

No phone calls have come in from customers OR from random bookings. This is NOT good. I live off my comissions.

Hmmm....Crap.

Now I have to go into a meeting with my boss 'the owner'. PLEASE. I found out that he's not even an owner! One night I was talking to one of the 'silent' owners, we'll call him The Colonel, and I mentioned the five owners. He was like, "He's not one of the owners...." I was shocked- I was always told (by The Boss) that he was.... funny. Ha ha. Now I look at him and have a solid reason to giggle inside and roll my eyes. Loser.

So, about my meeting: I get more responsibility! YAY! And now I'm going to have responsiblity without having any way to repremand the employees. Great. Just great. Let me sweep up your shit and you eat the lobster. Whatever. Once again, I just want to scream and run in the other direction.

Jesus. 2 more years of this shit, two more years (hopefully less).

Closing Time

So funny.

So not.

So really gross... definitely.

I found out recently that a porn star we (the 'man') hired is a closer. Gee, who would have thought that a PORN STAR would do sexual acts in our venue?

And the bosses just laugh when I make a comment.

Ha ha! So funny! Hardy har-har. Just shrug it off.
Their asses won't get bitten. No sir-ee.

Fucking foul is what it is.

Like the sign out front should read "Cooties Club". As a promotional product, maybe we should provide hand santizers with our logo on it. Or maybe give free blood tests. Or condoms?