04.30.10
Shift: 04.29.10, 6pm-2am.
Was an interesting night. 4-5 customers, 2 of which gave me dances (for 3 dances total), and 1 who did not dance but tipped me profusely. 1 wanted to tip me nicely but I had to leave for stage, so I lost out on that.
My last dance of the night was ‘on accident’—I was shouting for a guy I’d been talking to, named Anthony, only this guy looked up at me. I was as surprised as he was. I was like, ‘Are you Anthony, too?’ and lo and behold, he was also an Anthony.
Apparently my psychic skills warranted a dance, and I won’t argue.
On an unrelated and sad note, Gi. got gypped the night before and stormed out angrily before her shift ended. Rm., her best friend, went out after her, under the impression that Gi. had already asked permission from our manager. …She hadn’t. They both got fired.
In other news, my friends came in tonight, so that was a lot of fun. Two of them did the amateur wet t-shirt contest, and one was introduced by her, I’m assuming, wannabe stripper name, Rogue. Now I am forever going to call her that.
Douchebag Count: 1.
$hift Grade: B
Text posted at 10:27
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