My top reason why I think I'm getting too comfortable there though, is because I just spent 3 out of the last 4 days at the strip club... no bueno!!!
SUNDAY: WORK
Is This Really the Appropriate Place?
There's a couple that comes into the strip club together and always ends up arguing. Now, I've only been in one "serious" relationship, but it seems to me... if you know when you go out to the strip club together and get drunk, you start arguing... just don't go. The strip club is not the place to handle your relationship issues. They even attracted the attention of a mediator who tried to talk them both through their problems, but he couldn't even help them. The woman seemed really immature and complaint-prone. After she was yelling at her boyfriend, he walked away shaking his head and went to go tip and look at one of the dancers.
"If he cared about me, then why did he go over to the girl?" she pouted.
You're in a strip club. You're also being annoying. There's your reason right there.
The mediator actually did a pretty good job, from what I observed, though. She was just being stubborn. She probably wanted him to beg all over her or something so it could be dramatic. Boo. The mediator came over to the bar and pegged Big Sis and me for our personality types off the bat.
"I'm not gonna mess with you," he said to Big Sis. "I know your type."
"Oh really?" she asked. "So what's my type."
"You are serious. You like it hard and you like it fast. You don't play around. Nope."
She was silent.
He turned to me, "and you're soft. You're a softie."
Damn it. I am. =(
Daddy?
So, my dad knows I work at a strip club, but even as a bartender with all of my clothes on (I mean, I wore a hoodie on Wednesday), I wouldn't feel right about him coming into my place of work. One of the strippers had to get her spare car key from her father and he came into the place to give them to her. She came downstairs in her little costume to get them from him and ran around introducing him to her naked friends. I'm sorry, I just couldn't do that. That's SO awkward.
I'm Not Trying to Make a Racist Generalization, But...
White people tip way better than black people. On average. The dancers have said sometimes they don't like dancing for white people because they feel like they're animals on display at the zoo/in a freak show (it depends on how the white people in question act). We had some HILLBILLY lookin' folk come in with one black guy in the group and they were cool as shit. Then there's some white guys who come in to get their little forbidden taste of "exotic black booty" and they make the dancers uncomfortable. Most of the white folk that come in are cool though. So yeah, anyway, on average white people tip way better than black people. This one guy bought two Bud Lights ($13), paid with a $20 bill and gave me the $7 left over. One white guy tipped me $20.
I've noticed also, though, that black people expect you to be rude, so they come in thinking they're not going to tip you because you have an attitude... so even if you don't, they'll just fit your behavior in with "oh she has an attitude." Usually, the men will begin to put all their change back in their pockets, but then I'll say "you're welcome," after they thank me for their drink, and then they pull their money back out of their pocket to tip me. A little kindness goes a long way.
QUOTE OF THE NIGHT:
OBVIOUSLY pregnant customer to the doorman, "I'm not pregnant."
So... you've just got a really firm beer belly? You shouldn't be comfortable perpetrating that lie.
MONDAY: VISITATION
So, my friends and I definitely rolled like 10 - 13 deep (I can't remember who all was there) to go to Amateur Night. Me and my nearest and dearest definitely spent the whole time critiquing. There was one dancer we got up from our seats upstairs to tip because she was good, like she actually put on a show (Twinkle). But the rest of them just kind of smiled and undulated. And then looked mad when they weren't getting tips. Being pretty can only get you but so far... Twinkle isn't really all that attractive, but she puts her work in. Was the stage not COVERED with dollars after she was done? (I've witnessed "making it rain" in the club... it's actually a hilarious sight.).
WEDNESDAY: WORK... AGAIN
My First... Rat
Yep, I saw my first rat. Gross. If I owned that business, there would be no rats. That's so GROSSSSS!
Am I Alone Here?
My manager definitely took a THREE HOUR break to talk on the phone about her now ex-. Initially, I felt bad for her the day it happened, because like I said, I've been there. But again, you cannot ignore the fact that you chose this fool to start a relationship with. You knew he had problems when you got with him. You knew he had 7 children. You knew he had commitment issues. He was straight up with you. Stop asking everyone's opinion about whether he's gonna come back around or not, what he's doing running around with his ex-, what he's thinking... yadda yadda. No one knows. He doesn't know. Talking about it isn't going to make things happen any faster/bring you what you want. I wouldn't be so pissed off about it if this hadn't been a constant thing since I started working there. All she talks about it The User (that's what I'm calling him from now on). And honestly, I have sympathy... hell... I'm EMPATHETIC, but really... stop!
Now, I didn't mind that she took that 3 hour break because I definitely pulled in $80 by myself, but then, she came back so for the next 4 hours, we had to split our tips (which also ended up being $80 in total). She LEFT THE BAR a number of different times to talk to CUSTOMERS about her man problems while I held it down by myself. I took a little 30 minute break to go nap because I was tired and I was woken abruptly by the doorman because my manager told him that she needed me because the line started getting deep. I knocked out 3/4 of the line BY MYSELF. Ugh. I might as well have worked alone. At least I would've made $160.
Valuable Advice
Most of my tips came from this one guy who's a regular at the club. He just chilled by the side, talking to me and various dancers and waitresses. He said some really relevant things, like...
"Man, this 'Swine Flu' thing is all about fear... people make money off of fear. That's how they control you. That's how it is with wars, that Y2K shit that never happened... think about it... You get 50 million people to go out and buy a $4 safety kit: how much money do you make?"
"I don't know what's wrong with black women today. Don't take offense, but ya'll used to be on it. Now you keep going out with these losers. Listen, I'm 34, and I'll tell you: you can't change a man. If he was broke when you met him, he's gonna be broke. If he was an asshole when you met him, he's gonna be an asshole. Ya'll keep complaining about your relationship problems and whatever, but I'll make it simple: don't date no loser."
"Everybody's worrying about what's gonna happen. There's no point to all that; just do your best and leave the rest to God." (My personal favorite, because that's my philosophy on life). "And make the right choices. The only way is the right way. Stay in school. Knowledge is REAL power. Believe that."
I think it says something that all the hood hustlers and drug dealers I know keep telling me to stay in school and dap me up when I say I'm graduating.
I think his funniest lines of the night, though, were:
QUOTES OF THE NIGHT:
"I used to have a girlfriend, but she was too expensive; now I've gone green."
And, after I told him I was going to fashion school, he goes: "fashion school? Oh... you're gonna need a sugar daddy. Take down my number."
(I actually did (LOL), but I said, "even if I don't use it because I need a sugar daddy, I will need business investors.")