A friend of mine had his birthday party at Fantasy Ranch last night and i had so much fun! we were having a blast watching him get his 3 lap dances including the one in the cage where he got his birthday spanking . . . we got pictures! hehehe! i was particularly enamoured with this one dancer who really did love what she was doing and did it oh, so well! And yes, she was a redhead, and i tipped her a couple of times and even gave money to others to tip her, too! (i didn't want to look crazed!) She was a doll and i really enjoyed watching her, so i sort of followed her around the club for a bit when the main stage got boring . . . i admire her, really, and she smelled delicious!
While i was watching the dancers come and go, i noticed that the ones who at least seem to like what they do are the ones who really get the tips ~ also, the ones with an upbeat tempo who really work the music. it really made me feel sorry for the ones who get out there and you can tell the hate it ~ they are so detached and just going through some motions to get the measly $5 in tips from the grabby, fumbling drunk guy who stands there holding it forever before finally copping a feel as he slides it in as low as he can.
i am lucky in some small ways and one is that i love what i do and i'm good at it. i have had jobs that made me miserable like one grocery store where their policies were totally whacked shit, the customers were armed and they didn't do anything when you had a customer harass you on a daily basis. Or another store where they left you in the little office box and never relieved you for a break, so you had one ditsy old lady after another all morning feeding into all the bitches that just had to come up there to complain about the steak and shrimp they ate and send some money grams with the welfare check they had me to cash while their five kids trash all the electric bill payment slips and your whole lobby. And that slides into the unwashed hoards of stupid people cashing checks, paying bills and requesting the reach-around they feel they missed when they were last in there. All while doing the potty dance. It was a tough job, but some days i loved the rhythm and oblivion of it, so it was a trade off, but then it was something i was very good at, and i will love any job where i get really good. (i love almost everything i am really good at!) A job you don't like can really feel degrading and whorish. i know that from my own experiences, but what level of degradation and what class of whore? Tell me, please!!
"Take The Long Way Home" by Supertramp, Faithless, or TheBloodHoundGang
this is from Supertramp ~
"And when you're up on the stage, it's so unbelievable, unforgettable, how they adore you . . ."
and it's such a good feeling . . .
confessed on 2001-02-18