Over reaction

Wow, there are some serious bitches in that place. Last night one of the dancers threatened to smash a glass in my face because I was apparently stealing her money. This is what happened: A group of guys came in and ordered a bottle of vodka at one of the tables on the main floor. After a little while I noticed the main guy, whos credit card I had and who had been very polite and lovely to me, was standing at the bar on his own. I went over to check that he was ok and he told me he didn’t want to go back to the table as he was trying to escape from the young Romanian girl that had sat herself next to him and wouldn’t take the hint that he didn’t want her there. He asked me how to politely let the girls know that he didn’t want to pay for them so I told him to just be honest and straight-forward but not to be rude. Anyway we chatted for a short while and another dancer came over, a beautiful tall Russian girl with big boobs that look natural but aren’t. She started to talk to him so I left them to it. I saw him take her for a couple of dances and then later when I went to check on the table, he wasn’t there but she was, along with his friend and another girl. I asked everyone if they were ok and everyone said they were fine except the Russian, who called me over to the side. ‘I don’t understand what’s going on here…why does this guy not want to pay? What did he say to you? I saw you chatting…’ she said to me accusingly. So I told her what we talked about and asked her if he had paid her for her dances. She told me he had, but that if I pushed him, he would spend more money on her and she would give me a tip. But I didn’t want to push him, I didn’t need a tip from her, I just wanted to make sure the customer was happy and enjoying himself, not feeling pressured or ripped off, which they often do and I could tell he was starting to. I listened to her but shrugged it off and got on with my evening. Later I was again talking to this customer and she came over and interrupted us by sticking her hand down his shirt and caressing his chest. He looked clearly uncomfortable and obviously just wanted her to leave. We acknowledged her and said hi but then got on with our conversation. The next thing I know, the girl had complained about me to the money girl, to two of the managers, the house mum and anyone else who would listen. She was drunkenly stumbling around, pointing me out and telling anyone within earshot what a stupid bitch I was. Apparently I was stopping her from making money by talking to the customer, therefore ‘stealing’ her money. She was complaining to the money girl, ‘She might as well be a dancer if she wants to play that game… I’d like to smash my glass right in her face’. Ok, then….over reacting someone? If a guy wants to spend money on the girls, he will, regardless of the waitress. And if he doesn’t, he won’t. Most girls know this and use the fact that the customer likes the waitress to their advantage, but some people let greed get the better of them. That’s what money can do to you in that place…

I'm Alright, Thanks...

There is this one customer that comes in every now and again. I’m the only waitress he likes to serve him and every time he comes in he says that he hopes next time he comes in I won’t be there. Not because he can’t stand to be near me, but because he thinks I’m capable of doing something better than working as a waitress in a strip club and so clearly, that’s what I should be doing. Why do people say that?…’what are you doing here anyway, you seem so intelligent and normal’… and they look at you in confusion and pity. They don’t realize that they are basically implying that you are stupid by even asking that question. Do they really think that I think that this is the be all and end all of my life? If they don’t then obviously they must realize I’m there for a reason that suits me right now. And if they do think this is my be all and end all, why are they dissing it? Or they ask…’so, what else do you do then?’ as though you must be doing something else as well…you have to be. What if I’m not? Why can’t people just work in a strip club? Ok, so there is probably an age limit, and it’s not the most practical job if you have kids, but some people do it. The bartender upstairs is about 58 and still has her cleavage proudly on show, collecting stupid amounts of tips on a nightly basis. To be fair, she is an idiot, but still! People shouldn’t be so arrogant to think that we are all just stuck there against our will and dying for someone to tell us we are good enough so we can finally get out of there. Some of us actually want to be there. For some of us the large amounts of money for easy work, short hours, as much holiday as we want and having all our days free, is quite agreeable. In my experience, much more preferable to a meaningless office job that the majority of the population occupy themselves with because society says its ok. No thanks, I’m quite happy where I am for now. So there.