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).