Awe, come on!

That's all I've been thinking all night.  Tonight was the most pitiful night of the month.  Fuck June, fuck summer.  I'll probably wanna die by the end of July, and August is historically awful.  Well, last August I only worked weekends and I must have lucked out on a lot of those nights, because it's always been very dead with too many girls working.

Which brings me to my next hilarious story.  My boss told me to tone up because boss man has been cutting girls left and right.  I'm hoping she only told me that because she likes me and doesn't want to see me get fired.  I mean, I know I've been slacking on the cardio, but nothing gets past my boss' unrealistic expectations for "skinny." He won't have fatties working, but I still think I look pretty damn athletic.  I don't need that shit, but I'll listen to her damn advice and straighten up.  I'll be hitting the treadmill every Monday through... Sunday.  Honestly, my big ass and thighs are gonna be the end of my stripping career, despite how much literally every customer and co-worker loves them.

And sadly, no real money heroes tonight, which means I took home a lot less than usual.  It's still better than waitressing, but god dammit I get naked and give people lustful trips.

I'm gonna have to up my hustle, and clearly not just the money hustle, but my gym hustle as well.

And that's another part of my job that really sucks, the pressure to stay pretty and thin.  And I just made a fucking pie, too.  It's gonna have to be my last one for a while.  :(

And summer is just getting started.  Fuck being skinny.  I wanna eat what I want!

Train Wreck

I wish I could smoke some train wreck right now.  After tonight, I could use some high-powered bud.  For like the first 4 hours of my shift, I was making "kill yourself" money, just unacceptable levels.  The "I won't be able to pay my bills" kind of low income.  :(

Not to mention the constant rejection.  My approach must be horrible, or 99% of the guys that showed up were absolute stingy douche bags that happened to love my ass.  Well, they could all tell me but not show me.  I should lower my expectations, especially for younger men in groups, just all so full of fucking shit!  Dollars in their mouths, rather waste their money on blow and liquor than lap dances, even though they would be missing out on a much more exciting trip.

The club was rather empty with too many girls working, so that made it worse.  All the hustlers got the easy guys before me.  It's just the summer settling in.  Not only will we be sweating our asses off the next two months, but we will be sweaty and broke.

So maybe tomorrow night will suck, maybe it will rock.  I hope it rocks, because I have needs.  Those needs would be for cash.  I need a hero.

Have a happy Saturday!

Happy Friday

I hope it's a happy Friday for you, because lately, summer has been kind of sad.

I've been getting B's instead of A's in my summer classes.  I'm slipping, and it's because I'm exhausted.  I hope my actual break is long enough before the fall starts.  The classes are only getting harder and I've really got to straighten up.  My plan to GTFO of this job is finally making progress, and I can't lose focus.

Money has been getting slower at work.  The summer of shitty pay is just getting started.  I need a hero.

This heat is ridiculous, I can't wait til football season.  Stay cool, I'll let you know how the weekend goes.  I'm so excited to go and make some money!

Handling Friday the 13th

Since it was Friday the 13th, I expected bad luck, but I didn't completely dismiss the opportunity to make money, so I went in at midnight, when it officially became Saturday the 14th.  As I expected, the club was not heavily populated with horny guys but with hormonal girls all looking to make money.

So I put on my slow-play strategy and decided to not give a fuck and just do business as I got it.  Eventually, I got a good guy who could afford to make my night awesome, and not just monetarily, either.  Sometimes this job is an escape for me since I work such few hours every week.  It helps me escape all the dryness from summer school.  And it helped that the guy was really hot and smart, and I remembered dancing for him a long time ago.  I was really happy to see him, especially since I figured he would just never come back.

I hope tomorrow night is awesome.  I have a feeling it will be.

Take care, have a great weekend.