Entries by TATIANA

Yesterday I finally made it to Corner Cafe that I have been curious about. Well......I liked the large comfy couch and the fireplace, very cozy. The coffee was good, K - Bay coffee from Homer but my sandwich was NOT up to par. I ordered the veggie sandwich and for $ 10 I am expecting a very yummy sandwich on quality bread stacked with goodies. This one came on almost stale bread and I just wasn't impressed. The sandwiches at Odie's are still the best in town (Soldotna) and cheaper too. Tatiana the food critic has spoken.





Besides that I woke up around 11 today and started off my day with sweeping the floor, vacuuming and mopping the tiles by the entry door. Now I am having a latte at Coffee Roasters, after this I am going to get some groceries and then I have to brush Chhaya and clip her nails. Maybe a run before work tonight. Nothing exciting to tell you.
Last night a very nice guy that also happens to read my blog once in a while told me that I am an ANOMALY. I told him to write that on the blog but he said he'd rather tell me in person and that I could quote him here instead. So yeah, I am an ANOMALY. Meaning, a deviation from the common. That to me is a quality compliment. The usual compliments about my appearance I have heard countless of times but anomaly I like. Work has slowed down a lot,
I guess the people here fishing have went home.

I have to show you my new beautiful body chain I just got. It is made by a lady in Florida and her name is Tatiana......but the stores name is TatiRocks Jewelry.
She has lots of cute stuff. I found her on Etsy, I love that site. If you want some pretty jewelry you should shop TatiRocks
I am very happy with my body chain. It is made of delicate sterling silver and has five small crystals adorning it too. It came in a beautiful box with some pretty stickers on it and an angel card with the message of "Resilience" on it - a good message for me. I need that right now.
I like that Tatiana put some effort into decorating the box and added the card.....when people make that extra little effort it means they are quality people, to me at least.
Here is my body chain. CUUUUTE huh? Diann, the boss lady at work, loves it.

I still get comments on my Williston entries from people asking me how to get a job at either Heartbreakers or Whispers. I e mail everybody back, I have a strong sense of duty I guess. What you should know is that I have not worked in Williston since March 2102. I do not know if you can make thousands of dollars there.....I heard that it slowed down. I don't know.
Go and try it or don't. I can't tell you what to do. Then I came across a very good article a girl wrote about Williston, she basically covers everything, it's very impressive actually. So from now on when people ask me anything about Williston I am going to tell them to read it.
Even if you are not interested in employment as a dancer in Williston you should read it. It is very interesting. It sums up parts of my own life pretty well. Click here

Tonight me and Chhaya are staying in with some ice cream. I am also having a date night with Sheldon and Harvey (TMZ). I am feeling tired and need to recharge before I go back to work.
A warm bath and some sleep sound like a plan.

I have been busy all day with things like getting my latte, going to the store, doing many loads of laundry, cleaning and a mountain of dishes. Stuff that needed to get done. But now I finally have some time to sit down to show you the pics of my day in Homer yesterday. I took Angelica there, since it is her first time to Alaska she needs to see certain things. And Homer was on the list of places to see. It was another beautiful day yesterday. Of course we took the first picture at the famous Homer sign.....



Lots of pretty Fireweed on the bluff. I used to think that the Fireweed was the Alaskan state flower, but it's not. It is actually the Alpine forget-me-not.



A pretty view.



I had to make a stop at my fave store, Blackbeary Bog. In there I found a nice sign.



A latte while strolling on the Homer Spit looking in the quaint little shops was an absolute necessity.











Went down to the beach.



Found a retired train. Had to get a picture.



It was one of those perfect days. If you come to Alaska you should plan a visit to experience Homer.

So......ready for a rant by Tatiana? Last Friday night was annoying, many of the guys in the club acted like assholes. And I was not the only girl that observed that fact. Look, me and most of the other dancers neither appreciate or think it is amusing when some random drunk yahoo comes up in our face and blurts out, "Smile". Like you are some kind of a smile enforcer, I smile when I want to, not when somebody demands it.....and one more thing, there is nothing wrong with me, I am not mad or sad just because I don't sit around like a deranged person with a constant smile plastered on my face. So thank you for your concern, now scurry away and order yourself another alcoholic beverage.
Then some really fucking lame BILO came up to me towards the end of the night while I was sitting completely content by myself at the bar and tried to strike up a conversation with me.
I was polite and talked a bit but when he announced that he did not want a lap dance (maybe later) then, newsflash (!) yes, I did lose interest in talking. He was not that fun and I found him annoying, especially since he started interviewing me and did not respect my personal boundaries regarding not wanting to answer certain personal questions. Look, just because I work in a strip club doesn't mean that I am available to your every wish and demand, you moron. You do not amuse me or interest me........I was not aware of that I was getting subjected to a Scientology style auditing session by you and that you demand a truthful and prompt answer to every single query you have about me and my life. And then when I actually told him some stuff, it wasn't good enough. Like that I thought work was lame that night. And that I am a feminist. Not good enough. Too difficult for his brain to work around.
It is always better to lie and appear FUN and BUBBLY than to tell the truth. Especially in the US, many people have a hard time handling the truth. It is much better to put up a fake front instead of acting normal. Smile big then feel sad when nobody can see. Well, I am not like that. Then he said I must hate life. How can you even make a statement like that based on a five minute lame conversation? I do not hate my life, I actually quite enjoy it most of the time.
Let me see, the moron was making loud manly bonding noises with his buddies. Which the majority of us in there found irritating by the way. Then he told me he was married. Then he got a lap dance from some girl. So I am going to ASSUME now based on what I saw and heard that he was a loud idiot in an unhappy marriage, looking to cheat. Right? Same kind of assumptions that he made of me, not even knowing ME. The guy went from complimenting me (best looking girl in the club.....not that I cared what he thought about that anyways) to asking to speak to the manager because he wasn't happy with my attitude. Listen, I do not give a fuck about what you think about me. You are lame and I feel bad for the poor woman that is married to your sorry ass. Go home and whine to her, I hope she smacks you over the head with a hot frying pan. Leave me alone. I don't want you in my breathing space.
Complain about me all you want. I am not changing for you anyways. I have a great personality but my attitude is determined by my surroundings and you are lame therefore my might attitude suck at the moment, towards you only. BYE!
I do meet many cool, fun and interesting people at work......if it wasn't for them I don't know what I would be doing with myself in there. I prefer a giving conversation over some lame interview though. When people are nice and fun I can talk forever with no money involved, I do not charge to talk. But I do not have to talk to every annoying person that demand my attention.
Then I met and danced for a really good looking guy. A 21 year old PIG FARMER. He looked like a model and I told him that he should send in some pics or go into a modeling agency.
I could envision him on an Abercrombie poster.