Given that this thread is also meant to expose the harsh realities of your work, I'll quickly summarize my crappy work night. I actually had a lot of fun tonight, it just wasn't profitable. I am a go-go dancer on Wednesday to Saturday nights. Tonight I only earned 9 dollars and 66% of it was from my boss 🙂. I don't go-go dance to make money, I do it because I like to dance and I have a lot of fun doing it in my underwear, but the money aspect is an extremely nice benefit. But I decided I'd have a late dinner before going to the club, so I went to the only place that was open within walking distance - Wendy's. Bad idea. My two junior bacon cheese burgers and fries gave me an awful stomach ache. Not the best for dancing. But as soon as I got there I bumped into a friend of mine and he was in pain too from straining an arm while working out. So we chatted and wallowed in our self pity together. That was fun. Then I decided I'd see how my stomach felt if I gave it a little movement. I went to the dance floor and started to dance (fully clothed). As soon as I started dancing another friend showed up. I chatted with him for a while. I decided that my stomach felt okay enough to dance. I took off all my clothes and got in my normal spot on the go-go bar. I didn't feel sexy at all. I was burping every 5 seconds, and I felt like poo-pooing. Even though my stomach was fine at this point, I decided I didn't want to dance. I sure as hell didn't feel sexy, and when I don't feel sexy I don't dance sexy 😉. So I decided I'd call it a night - I put my clothes back on and left with a pitiful 9 bucks 🙂. Before leaving I chatted with the club owner for a while and I've been wanting to get to know him better, so I was glad about that. Despite not feeling sexy, I had fun; I got to chat with two friends that I was glad to see and I at least got myself on the dance floor for 15-20 minutes.
Tomorrow night I should feel better 🙂. And if not, then surely I will Saturday night.
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