Sunday, January 28, 2007

My itch that I haven't scratched waltzed in last night... basically a guy that I have always fancied, had a few dates with and some cheeky snogs.. but not past 1st base. he spent loadsa dosh on me but i just want 2 screw his brains out.
But i love my boy, I couldn't...

life is such a bitch

Friday, January 19, 2007

like water down a drain

I swear, whoever said srippers make pots of money has something to answer for. Because since that myth came about, everyone wants a slice of the pie - and as the yaers have gone on, the bites just keep on getting bigger.
Tonight, as I sit here eating pasta leftovers, I look in my bag and see £300. cash. £295 to be exact. You know how much of that I will get? £120. tops.
When I started a bag like that was worth £215. take off taxi and tax and you are looking at £180. So in 5 years of dancing inflation is up, my rent is up, my costs are up - the tube and taxis are definately up - yet my bag is worth less. MUCH LESS
ANd of course now I am at uni - and did I mention that my boyfriend - who has been a domineering knob recently and somehow subconciously turns me off work.... is out of work himself. Thats the building contractor trade for you.
So less money, more expense.
In the good old days, it was house fee - £85, every night, as soon as you walked in. 10% off the club funny money. No hassle. You knew whre you stood. If you couldn't work hard enough to get that cost price, tough!!
then it was 20%, plus the £85. Didn't ask, just changed it. the contract, the rules, just gone. "Lets have a meeting and tell all 200 odd of you how you will be working in the future."
Then it was an extra £90 out of every £300 if you got a nice , good pay windfall sit-down customer.
Now - after another one-way street of a meeting - its a third off everything.
Again, so less money, more expense - ans so many new rules we cant relax - and neither can you!!
How is a customer or me gonna relax if you have to dip ur hand into ur pocket every 15 mins - you don't and we gotta move on baby, or face a nice old 1/3 of projected $$ fine.
If I am late = FINE
dace close = FINE
even ....chewing gum = FINE

oh just leave me alone and let me do this shitty long hours talk to drunks job will you. IN PEACE

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

ssssllllllooooowwwww january

well this business certainly has its highs and lows. december the club was swarmed with so many men I barely knew where to look, although the majority semed to be cheap and 1 dance only types. Still, I was swept off my feet the majority of the time, and came hope nursing a fat wallet and sore ankles. Now the club is as quiet as a mouse - I bring in a book with me - and a full pack of 20 May-I-borrow lites so I can sit and smoke my way through the dull empty oblivion.

Last night I strolled in, dolled up, and did 2 dances - that means that I left in the red!! I probably lost around £30 actually just going to work !!!!

On that sad note, I am off to grab a bite at yo Sushi with half a dozen other dancers and their boyfriends. ALL long term strippers have long term boyfriends, I am afraid. Sorry to burst ur bubble, but I am not in a very giving mood right now. Will save that for work tonight