Thankfully my weekend didn't live up to it's usual wackiness. Although I do enjoy the fact that no two workdays are ever alike and there is much humor to find especially on my shifts, sometimes I prefer when things just go along as they should, without any weirdness. That was how my Sunday double and Monday night went for the most part.
I finally got firm confirmation that regular customer Terry* did indeed have sex with "Mariah" in the parking lot. Gross. I just don't get these girls sometimes. I passed the info along to Greg*, the GM, for him to handle it the way he deems appropriate. I can't help but be angry with "Mariah", as she was one of the girls that I really went that extra mile for. I've spent countless hours with her, trying to help her find some direction in her life and to get away from the negative influences she keeps opening herself up to. Ever since the night when I called her out for leaving the building with Terry*, she won't even look me in the eye. That's guilt, for ya. I know, I won't be successful in helping them all and it's disappointing when that becomes apparent with someone I really thought had a chance for a "normal" life.
So, I came very close to pushing an annoying customer down the stairs to the DJ Booth. If you've read my previous posts, you know that I've discussed that fact that I don't like to be touched by just anyone. I have my own little space bubble and in no way do I give out any kind of vibe that would indicate to someone who doesn't know me very well that it's okay to breach my invisible barrier. I'm sure you know at least one person like that and it's usually pretty apparent to everyone around them. So, there I am sitting on a stool in the DJ Booth, an area I think of as one of my "safe zones", hanging out with Gino* my bodybuilder bouncer turned DJ. I like spending time up there as it's a raised area with a perfect view of the bar and the main floor and I truly enjoy the company of Gino. Gino and I have worked together for almost 3 years now and we are extremely comfortable together and enjoy easy conversation. Anyway, I'm sitting there when up comes Shawn*, a regular customer who comes in almost every night of the week. He's a young guy and up until this moment, I had never had any major issues with him. He came up into the booth, put his arm around me and started fucking with my hair. WTF? Who does this punk think he is?
Me: "Please stop touching me, okay?" (I was nice about it. Really, I was)
Shawn (sarcastically): "Ooh, don't touch me, don't touch me. Sorrrrry, I'm touching you"
As he said that, he started poking me repeatedly in the arm. Grrr. I felt my eye twitch and my body stiffen.
Me: "I mean it, dude. Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me." My hands were slowly balling into closed fists.
Gino (firmly): "Back off, Shawn, she really does not like to be touched."
When Gino says something in a firm tone of voice, it scares people. Shawn quickly pounded sand and got far away from Gino and I in the booth.
Me: "Thanks Gino, he was really pissing me off."
Gino (laughing): "Well, I know you and I didn't want to see you hurt yourself attempting to either punch him or push him down the stairs."
LOL
When that's the worst thing to happen on one of my shifts, it's a damn good night. Of course there were mini-dramas going on with the Entertainers as usual, but nothing major or worth the energy to relay them on here. My waitress had to leave in a hurry to take her sick baby to the hospital, my bouncer Jack* wrapped his truck around a telephone pole on his way to work (he's okay), two rich dudes thought it was funny to smuggle in small bottles of booze (trying to cause us to lose our Liquor License?), 2 guys almost came to blows over a stupid joke and a cracked-out freaky dude hopped the wall from the parking lot into our smoking patio, scaring everyone out there and ran away before my bouncers could assist him on his journey out the door. Just another mostly calm night at The Strip Club.
1 comments:
"I won't be successful in helping them all and it's disappointing when that becomes apparent with someone I really thought had a chance for a "normal" life."
I do the same thing, try to help people live "normal" lives and I don't know why I do it. Like you say it's disappointing when you see these people fail that you see so much hope in. The ones that go back to what they were just about to escape. They're just about to be free and they give up hope and fall back into the pit they once were. I wish I could help them all. Just pick them up and be like here, stay out of the hole, and look around this lovely place. But, I've realized that people need to do things to learn. You can tell a person everything there is to know, you can lay out the perfect plan for 'complete happiness', 'success', everything a human could want and yet, they won't follow it. They'll do what they want to do no matter what you say. It isn't because they don't want to listen and not because they don't care, I think it's because it's human nature. We all must do it. We all must experience things to learn about them. Maybe if we can implant memories and functions into the brain like in "The Matrix", we could 'save the world'. ;p
Post a Comment