This never happens, I swear. I spaced hardcore tonight.
I came in late, the same as last night and before I went inside, a few people from work said I missed the rush. I shrugged that off because I don't take that discouraging chatter seriously. I think they do it to fuck with their competition. I can still make money, I don't need a million patrons from a party bus to make money.
So I said, "There will be another one," and walked into the club.
Before I got past the door girl, she told me that tip out had been raised. Well fuck.
I said, "Alright, I'll make it," and proceeded to the dressing room.
The club looked really empty. I could see a few men sitting down with the vulture-type chicks lurking over them and a bunch of bored strippers lined the walls of the club. Didn't look good. But then again, it always looks like that when I show up.
I found a space to get dressed and I got my bikini on and one thing was missing: my high heels. Where were they? FUCK! I wasn't gonna dance in my flip flops so I took off.
I went back home, made dessert, and decided to save my energy and work earlier tomorrow night. I plan to work the rest of the week. I shouldn't kill myself. I felt pretty tired anyway. I don't feel bad for not coming in tonight.