Posts Tagged ‘audition’

Treasures

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

Treasures

Despite the fact that I have dabbled in the strip club business for eight and a half years, I’m still amused by the pseudo-professionalism of the hiring process.  I show up at 8:30 for my audition.  The door girl looks at me and says, “Did Jim tell you to come back at 8? I thought he said 9.” 

“He did, I’m early.” I replied

Oooooh.  You’ll have to wait over there then.”  She said motioning to the faux greek columns. 

I’m just sittin’ here, wastin’ time

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

 

So Mackenzie convinced me to give Treasures a try.  No problem, we’re sharing a rental car and its just easier to work at the same club.  So after we hopped a 45 minute flight to Vegas, secured our rental car, and checked into the hotel,  I had 40 minutes to shower, change, and SuperStripper-fy myself by 4pm. Mack swears by the early shift, no house fee, free buffet and a steady local crowd.   

Why Would a Woman Want to Become a Stripper?

Thursday, September 6th, 2007

Sept 6

People wonder, I try to answer. So it goes.

People take jobs of all kinds for various reasons – some people are lucky enough to do what they love and what they’ve always dreamed of. Others go into a profession they can tolerate because it provides security. Still others take whatever they can get so that they can do other things that are more important to them. Some people are willing to do something most others are not because they realize that it’s very lucrative to provide a specialized service (I really doubt most people ever aspire to work in slaughterhouses or to drive the honey wagon on film sets… and what little boy or girl dreams of cleaning up crime scenes?). Then there are those who reluctantly do one thing after another just to pay the bills and eat, who get trapped just staying afloat and trying to provide for their families, who feel that life is passing them by.

Flashback: The Beginning

Friday, August 24th, 2007

Aug 24

I was asked the other night, “How on earth, did someone like you: a minister’s daughter, straight as an arrow A+ student…end up dancing.”

Well, it certainly wasn’t something that I planned.  Nor was it a career highlighted by my high school guidance counselor.  Although in my opinion, it should be.

Simple, I wanted to afford to eat. 

Not kidding.

It was October 1999.  I had just moved 3300 miles across the country to be with Mr Wrong.  Six weeks after arriving in the armpit town of San Bernardino, CA I found out just how WRONG Mr Wrong was for me.


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