This BITCH at the club I work at just rang me up to crap all over my head and guess why...
Because I wasnt wearing a necklace or carrying a bag on Saturday night. And do you know why? BECAUSE I WAS WEARING A GODDAMN BIKINI BANDIT COSTUME YOU MUTHAFUCKING WHORE!
Like FUCK OFF!!!! you do not employ Me so dont fucking call me and crap on my head about something so fucking trivial. I dance at your club PART TIME.
And then she goes on to crap on my head because Im going away for four months!? She says, you cant just use our club and then disappear for four months. LIKE WHAT!? Why the hell NOT??? you dont own me? youre not my fucking mother!?
I told her Id been working there since December and I am going away for the summer. Then she starts having a go at me because I told her I cant come in at 8 because I hav night classes (total lie but there is no way i am going to work while its still light outside) and she starts telling me she cant allow that, so i said, oh, so I must just stop having an education because you said so? she was so appalled that i spoke back to her but HELLO honey, I was born this way, I spoke back to anyone who gave me non sensical shit because they think inside the company policy book and disregard reality.
So now im super riled up, almost got "fired", dont even want to go in tonight because I FUCKING HATE THAT SHIT HOLE OF A CLUB and if I go in there one more time I think I might vomit all down my nice slutty stripper dress.
And this has all got me thinking... am I working super hard at being my own boss and working from home because i simply wasnt born to have someone else telling me what to do and when to do and how to do it with no thought to the fact I am a HUMAN and not a machine or am i just being immature and juvenile and should suck it up like all the zillions of people who have a real job and dream about a better life while twiddling their thumbs at a desk job every day.
Well fuck you. I did a desk job, for YEARS. right out of high school i started sucking corporate cock and i can tell you I have gagged on it for the LAST TIME. so i decided to be a horse groom but its not enough about me and too much about still having a boss who makes you shovel shit for a living, so i decided to become a stripper because i have no qualms about showing off, i get off on people getting off on me and supposedly the money is good. but not only that, i figured i would be my own boss. i could work as much as i want, have my days free and NOT HAVE SOMEONE CRAPPING ON MY HEAD ALL THE TIME. oh how wrong i was.
firstly, the money is SHIT. secondly, i hate pandering to men who dont deserve something as good as me, not even for money, thirdly i get treated like im in school!
my first night back and im getting crapped on because im wearing a black g string under a white dress. even tho im wearing black shoes and the dress as a huge black butterfly on it. i almost took them off right there and handed my knickers to her. ITS A PAIR OF FUCKING KNICKERS YOU ASSWIPE! the guys dont giv a shit what im wearing only how fast it comes off.
oh but its company policy. company policy in a strip club. you drive a fucking porsche you moarn when your favourite whore isnt working because she tips you big and brings in all the money. youre a jumped up fucking pimp, so you can get the fuck off my back about my fucking black knickers you decrepid old bag.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ON A SILVER SPOTTED BIKE.
i was watching The Ex last night with Zach Braff in it, it hasnt been released yet and he's the same kind of person as i am. when a boss is being a dick, i have no problem giving them a reality check but inevitably you get fired for it. and then his wife has a go at him telling him how everyone else sucks it up and does the job so he needs to also.
and im wondering if my working from home is all a fantasy im desperately trying to make real because i cant stomach the thought of sucking it up and being fucked up the ass by company policy.
Because I wasnt wearing a necklace or carrying a bag on Saturday night. And do you know why? BECAUSE I WAS WEARING A GODDAMN BIKINI BANDIT COSTUME YOU MUTHAFUCKING WHORE!
Like FUCK OFF!!!! you do not employ Me so dont fucking call me and crap on my head about something so fucking trivial. I dance at your club PART TIME.
And then she goes on to crap on my head because Im going away for four months!? She says, you cant just use our club and then disappear for four months. LIKE WHAT!? Why the hell NOT??? you dont own me? youre not my fucking mother!?
I told her Id been working there since December and I am going away for the summer. Then she starts having a go at me because I told her I cant come in at 8 because I hav night classes (total lie but there is no way i am going to work while its still light outside) and she starts telling me she cant allow that, so i said, oh, so I must just stop having an education because you said so? she was so appalled that i spoke back to her but HELLO honey, I was born this way, I spoke back to anyone who gave me non sensical shit because they think inside the company policy book and disregard reality.
So now im super riled up, almost got "fired", dont even want to go in tonight because I FUCKING HATE THAT SHIT HOLE OF A CLUB and if I go in there one more time I think I might vomit all down my nice slutty stripper dress.
And this has all got me thinking... am I working super hard at being my own boss and working from home because i simply wasnt born to have someone else telling me what to do and when to do and how to do it with no thought to the fact I am a HUMAN and not a machine or am i just being immature and juvenile and should suck it up like all the zillions of people who have a real job and dream about a better life while twiddling their thumbs at a desk job every day.
Well fuck you. I did a desk job, for YEARS. right out of high school i started sucking corporate cock and i can tell you I have gagged on it for the LAST TIME. so i decided to be a horse groom but its not enough about me and too much about still having a boss who makes you shovel shit for a living, so i decided to become a stripper because i have no qualms about showing off, i get off on people getting off on me and supposedly the money is good. but not only that, i figured i would be my own boss. i could work as much as i want, have my days free and NOT HAVE SOMEONE CRAPPING ON MY HEAD ALL THE TIME. oh how wrong i was.
firstly, the money is SHIT. secondly, i hate pandering to men who dont deserve something as good as me, not even for money, thirdly i get treated like im in school!
my first night back and im getting crapped on because im wearing a black g string under a white dress. even tho im wearing black shoes and the dress as a huge black butterfly on it. i almost took them off right there and handed my knickers to her. ITS A PAIR OF FUCKING KNICKERS YOU ASSWIPE! the guys dont giv a shit what im wearing only how fast it comes off.
oh but its company policy. company policy in a strip club. you drive a fucking porsche you moarn when your favourite whore isnt working because she tips you big and brings in all the money. youre a jumped up fucking pimp, so you can get the fuck off my back about my fucking black knickers you decrepid old bag.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ON A SILVER SPOTTED BIKE.
i was watching The Ex last night with Zach Braff in it, it hasnt been released yet and he's the same kind of person as i am. when a boss is being a dick, i have no problem giving them a reality check but inevitably you get fired for it. and then his wife has a go at him telling him how everyone else sucks it up and does the job so he needs to also.
and im wondering if my working from home is all a fantasy im desperately trying to make real because i cant stomach the thought of sucking it up and being fucked up the ass by company policy.
littlesherbert:
Obviously I can't compare my job to yours, or our lives really! But my boss has been an ass to me this week too, despite me going out of my way to make sure his store didn't fuckin' fail. Lucily I have tommorow off or I'd be f-ing miserable. She sounds like a right bitch to be fair! You're right not to let her tread on you I wish I could have that strength! Sure things will work out gorgeous! xx