Boredom, Whining and Potatoes

Last night was brutal. It was just one of those slow nights that seems to go on forever. When there's a major sporting event on television, most times the last place guys go to watch it is the strip club. Sure, we've got 8 huge plasma televisions all around the club, but the sound is muted because of the music blaring from the sound system. So, needless to say, last night's bowl game hurt business. We usually get a nice rush of customers once a game has ended, but not so last night.

My waitresses were occupying themselves by drawing on each other's boobs with highlighter pens, my DJ was drinking excessively out of boredom and one by one, my Entertainers were coming to me, asking to go home because they weren't making any money.

Now this last thing about Entertainers wanting to leave always puzzles me. They want to leave before the end of their shift because they haven't made much money, but logically, wouldn't they want to stay longer to make up for it? It makes no sense to me. If I wasn't making enough, I would stay and hustle until I made the amount I wanted. Then again, many Entertainers are a completely different breed of human being, lacking completely in logical thought patterns.

I didn't let any of them leave early. Sometimes I can be a real hard-ass.

In between Entertainers whining to me about wanting to leave, another Entertainer came to me with a question/complaint. I was sitting in my office, taking a break from The Vampires, when Leloni, a relatively new hire, came back and said she wanted to speak with me. I figured that she was jumping on the bandwagon and was going to try her hand at getting permission to go home. Ah, but no, that's not why she wanted to talk to me. She sat down in a chair across my desk and asked, "Some of the girls in the dressing room said you will fire me if I don't take my top off onstage. Is this true?"

"Yup, the girls told you the truth. I will fire you if you refuse to take your top off during your set onstage." I replied.

"Why?" she asked. Ugh. One of the things CeCe and I joke about is the inability of young people to just accept what you have to say without asking 'why?' Our inside joke to each other is "Just say okay!" When you are at work and your boss tells you to do something, do you ask why? No, and neither do I. When my boss tells me he wants me to something a certain way, or whatever, I say "you got it, Boss!" It's a pretty simple concept that some people just cannot grasp.

Anyway, back to Leloni; "This is a topless club, honey. Guys come here to see girls on stage take their tops off. It's kinda how the whole thing works." I told her.

"But what if no one is tipping me?" she whined.

"It doesn't matter. Even if there is only one old guy, alone in the club, sitting at the bar sipping a beer and not tipping anyone, you will still take your top off. This is non-negotiable." I replied.

"But at the club I used to work at, when guys were throwing money at me onstage and all they wanted me to do is shake my booty and didn't care if I took my top off at all, the management said it was okay. That I could keep it on." she said.

"Then maybe you should go back to the other club instead of working here." I informed her. Leloni didn't like my answer very much, she got up, mumbled something to herself and walked out of my office. I didn't hear another peep out of her for the rest of the shift and she dutifully removed her top every time she went onstage.

I have a couple more stories from my long weekend but I've suddenly run out of steam. My body is aching and I can feel my mind slowly shutting down into hibernation mode. I had been looking forward to a relatively relaxing week but that won't be happening. I am working tomorrow night and Thursday night all of us managers will be taking a class to get certified in CPR. I feel like I could sleep for days but it will just have to wait till next week.

I'm sorry to cut my time with you short, Little Pet Blog, but my couch is calling for me to make potatoes.