My Journey As A StripperSitter (pt 12)
Before I even start this I want to apologize for the delay between posts. A lot has been going on in my life and now that things are back on track I can finally get back to work. Do work, son. Do work. Not that it’s really an excuse but whatever. Shit happens right? I have a couple other reviews to write and a couple things to update but I’ll get to that in time.
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I had made the decision to pull the trigger. I was going to the topless club. I knew I was in for a shock considering I didn’t know the first thing about managing bartenders or liquor; but what I didn’t know was just how much of a shock I was in for.
Training was pretty simple. Not much was different in the paperwork aside from reconciling the actual liquor numbers. Still collected house fees, still collected tip outs from employees, and there was still an opening and closing number to come up with and verify. I was used to counting a safe every shift, so that was nothing new. It was a bit more money than I was used to, but not a big deal. I do just dandy with numbers.
We actually spent most of the time out to lunch, getting coffee, or taking the long way to the bank with the hot tellers. This GM was very much like me. Very outspoken, loud, blunt and at times utterly hilarious. This is an awesome thing, to work with someone that you are compatible with – but also a very dangerous thing getting the two of us together because in my experience, most people can’t even tolerate one of us without the other there providing a second unwanted opinion.
So a couple days went by, and I told my nude-club-GM that I was leaving to go to the topless club.
Allow me to say, he was not thrilled to be losing me. As I expected, his mouth went wild and he was running his mouth about the new club and my new boss. I just let it go in one ear and out the other as this was pretty customary in the industry – if you don’t work there, you don’t like the club or the employees. Even if you do, you don’t dare admit it unless you’ve worked with that person before or live with them or something along those lines. I don’t know why it is, but it is.
Then again, I wouldn’t have been too pleased either considering I gave him virtually no notice. I might have told him on a day I wasn’t scheduled to work, but I can’t say with any certainty, so I won’t. I’ll just say it was a major inconvenience to him and everyone else I left behind.
I started the new club in a staff meeting a few days later. I wasn’t required to go, but knowing the problems being addressed in the meeting was the best way to start off my new job – or so I thought. It was a lot of yelling, everybody was smoking like crazy, and there was a lot of accusations I didn’t fully understand. Out of the four managers at the club, only three showed up. Turns out the other guy didn’t bother. Not that it mattered to me, I hadn’t met the guy yet anyway.
After 45 minutes or so of non-stop screaming by the GM, I was finally introduced to the rest of the staff and wasn’t exactly given the warmest of welcomes. I’d figure out later why this was.
When the meeting had come to an end, I went home and relaxed for a bit. Really didn’t have anything to do for a couple days so I just relaxed before my first shift in the new club.
My first shift was a total wake up call and an introduction to a world I knew existed but never quite experienced. I was going to learn a LOT about life and the other side of society that I wasn’t totally accustomed to. It was going to be a wild ride.
