I sometimes feel like I am losing my mind when I am there. I am sure a lot of people feel like that when they are at work.
What is good with what I do is that I can curse, make weird loud sounds, loudly talk about how bored I am (which I do constantly), act crazy and blame it on my imaginary mental illnesses (I have many), stomp around, act out, take naps, read on my phone......Yea basically behave like a cranky toddler without any repercussions. Try doing that in some stuffy office somewhere, you would probably not last long.
I don't know how I could ever have a "normal" job. I don't know if it would work. I will need to do something that does not involve being locked up in some sort of an office or room. Unless I am busy, then it is no problem.
Week 36. I do recall talking to a local man that has become a regular visitor. He is nice but sometimes annoying because almost every time he brings up that I do not eat meat, that I do not eat fish. He does not comprehend how a person does not eat meat or fish. HELLO??? I do not eat meat and fish and somehow I am alive. It is STILL, in 2025 difficult for some people (especially people of a certain age) to understand and even accept that there are people that are vegetarian and/or vegan by choice. It truly bothers them for some reason. Like if anything it should be the other way around. Unacceptable that there are people that still eat meat and fish. For real.
An older guy came up to me and declared that Led Zeppelin should had written a song about me. Really? Yeah.....they should had. Long Legged Blonde would had been a good title.
Week 37. The new regular got on my nerves. He decided that I should go clamming with him. Like without asking me first. Caveman mentality. Me digging for poor clams? Never. Also I was not in the mood to again explain that no, I do not eat fish. So I avoided him to teach him a lesson. Talk to the other girls, bother them. I sometimes spend a majority of my night in the dressing room. One can only be around annoying people for so long.
Week 38. Sitting at the bar, counting the minutes until I can go home and do nothing in peace.
One day you go in and make like $60 total. Then next time you go in you make $100 in the first 30 minutes of being there. Looking just like you did the night when you made $60 total.
Week 39. I had a fun and good Wednesday night. And I do recall that people were extra moronic either Friday or Saturday night. We deal with a lot of drunk, loud, challenging to be around individuals. Sometimes they get a bit out of hand. And we need to yell at them to get the fuck out. Like the inebriated animal sound making dude that tried to break a pool stick at least three times (that I counted). One fun guy sitting at my stage said, "Welcome to America, the land of the drunks". He is not wrong.
Week 40. This was my mood when I arrived Wednesday for my shift of community service. Not at all enthusiastic. The night turned out ok.
October 1st line up.
I do not. It usually makes more money to play the part. I am aware that playing the part would be better from a financial standpoint but I just can't do it. I don't sit in a corner and make loud sounds while rocking back and forth all night long.
I usually read on my phone or hide in the dressing room in between going on stage and spending time out on the floor.
Being a dancer is so unsatisfactory from an intellectual standpoint to me that I cope with being bored by "acting out", the acting out results in a lot of laughter. I have been told I should be a comedian many times. I am a comedian. Stand up comedy at the strip club three times a week, if my mood is right.
Swedish word. Hjälp, that means help. I mean it. Therefore the "for real" underneath.
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