how the other half lives/another saturday night

I had off my first friday night in a year and a half. I went to meet P. and two of his friends at Drinkers and they were two hours late. In that time I observed some pretty saddening behavior. I realized I do not have a boring life, I am not a "normie" and I'm happy to be an outcast. I could not live and behave the way these people do, it made me sick to my stomach. I also realized why Philly was voted ugliest city. JUST SAYING. On the upside, Johnny Snakebites, P's nickname for the bartender gave me a whole container of maraschino cherries and looked all downtrodden yet smug when P ordered my drink. Apparently P totally bummed him out but he was smug because he just KNEW that I looooove cherries in my stoli raz and soda.


Tonight=FAIL! I should be making way more money with that amount of dudes staring into the business end of my pussy. BUT we did have a meeting in which all of a sudden crazy superbitch Jane came out and started going off about all the things I bitch about in this blog. And when I was the the other strippers clapped. Their hands. FOR ME. Usually I keep quiet about my annoyances but I couldn't take it any more. Afterwards, my manager said "Hey Norma Rae, what's your problem? Since when do you start screaming about tips and throwing my bouncers under the bus? Go find yourself a chill pill." And then gave me a pound. He is the coolest.