Mondays are slow.

God!

It wasn't that bad though, but I didn't make as much as I normally do.  I wanna have a good night every night.

Are there just some people out in the world that just have that sales talent?  I know there are people that can sell shit on a stick, but they pitch it like it's Pocky.

I'm not one of those people.  I learned over the past few years that you have to be heartless if you want to make good money.  The banks didn't get rich by not soullessly charging interest and late fees.  I wish I could charge a $35 douche bag fee.  Any time a guy acts like a tool, I wish I could just mind control him, make him pull out a couple of twenties, give them to me and walk away.

But if I could mind control people, this world would be all kinds of fucked up.  But I bet I could fix a lot of shit in spite of that.  And I wouldn't be working in this stupid club.  Because I could get a lot more money mind controlling the people at the bank...

My guns came in!

My kicks kick ass.  I had a nice four days off.  Could I be any lazier?  I'll be working the next three nights.  No nights off.  I have to make up for lost time and I need to save up for impending vacation!

That thing called school

I'm done with it now.  Time to get to work, dig myself outta debt, and enjoy my life.  I hope I can retire from this ASAP! 

I've realized that I'm just SO BORED with this job.  It's the same, mindless conversation after the next.  I just want to say, "alright, give me your money so I can rub my naked body on you."  Just get it over with. 

I'm so sick of these ass holes that come in and I'm so sick of all the bitches and hoes.  Guys, if you're not going to spend money, get the fuck out.  Girls, keep the dick out of your holes, you don't need to do that.  If you need to, you can work outside on the street.  Keep that shit out of the club, please.

I don't wanna act like I'm too good for the club (actually I do), but I know my brain can do way more than what I'm doing now.