1. I can't hide my attitude problem with my boss. I refuse to be ordered around like a dog. I'm just not doing it, and I don't respect anyone who does it to me. You tell me, "go talk to them," and I will answer, "alright, already!" I know it's rude. I know I'm the employee here. But I don't consider that a real job and I'm not going to defer to such behavior. Accordingly, my boss doesn't like me.
ASIDE: I don't know when I got like this, but I'm a lot less close-lipped than I used to be. I used to take everything with a smile, but now I'm more "nice when I deem the cause worthy". I... I... I think I'm becoming a bitch. (Only when it's deserved, of course!).
2. The customers get on my nerves. After I reply, "no, I'm a bartender, not a prostitute," after you ask me to go with you tonight, do not ask me, "why not?" ...Excuse me? These perverts.
ASIDE: I feel like I've got a pretty good handle on who I am and who I'm not; where I belong and where I don't. I can chill in an environment I don't belong in for a minute, but I know it's not the place for me. I feel like as long as you know who you are, it doesn't matter where you are, you can't get lost.
So, for all my family members who may be out there, reading all of my crazy tales: don't worry about me. Of course, I don't know everything about who I am, but I know who I'm not.
3. I made my rent money! Consequently, I have no further use for that place.
4. Boss Man took me off schedule (because he doesn't like me), which works perfectly for me because I didn't want to come back next week anyway. Hel-lo free time!
This other bar wants to hire me to dance (salsa, merengue, etc.) with customers and bartend, but I want to work at a club, where the main focus isn't the bar. It's more my speed.
I like really fast-paced places where I can keep my conversations with customers short and sweet, where I'm always moving so the night goes by quickly, where I don't have to work 5 frickin days a week. ...Where there isn't a chance for customers to get perverted with me.
So... bigger clubs, here I come. I've got some NYC bartending experience under my belt: my resume has had its butt shots. Let's go.
Before I left the bikini bar, I had the proper send off though. We gave a Cablevision customer service rep (I actually think he might've been one of the ones I got loud and indignant with... whoops), the night of his life: five girls dancing for him at once. He tipped us $20 each. And another guy tipped me $20 just because I looked Dominican and he said I would fit right in in his country.
Again: RENT MADE!
CHILL TIME shall commence once again. Time to make a list of dance clubs and concert halls, etc.
I'm living in NYC: life comes at you fast.
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