It’s A Small World………………..Afterall

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Now that I have that song stuck in your head for the rest of the day, let me tell you just how small a world this really is. Let’s start with the fact I started a new job recently, those of y’all keeping up may have noticed my delinquent behavior here at the blog, and with every new job there is a fair share of “new hire” paperwork that has to be done. At the point when I started mine, given to me by the assistant, I realized I new her, I couldn’t place from where, but I knew her for sure. Its not a case of de ja vu either, I knew her from somewhere. It will come to me sooner or later is all I can think. Later that afternoon, after leaving work, I stopped by a strip club which was right up the street to inquire about a part time, evening, maintenance position I came across is my job searching the week prior. I thought if it were for a few hours each night it might not be a bad gig since it was a half mile from the other place. When I called, the manager said to just come it at my convenience and we could talk.

I went in and asked around for her at the bar. I was asked to have a seat and she would be out shortly. My eyes were drawn to the stage for a moment because all strip clubs are not created equal by no means. Then, a dancer caught my eye, I mean really got my attention, I had to get a closer look for sure. I got that same feeling from earlier in the day, this was truly bizarre to say the very least. When I approached the stage it hits me, like a ton of bricks kinda hit, all asses are not created equal either. It goes way beyond it being the girl from my new job, its deeper, a few years ago I had met her at the club I was a bartender at, she just didn’t show up one day, and that was that, it happens with strippers. When she turned around and saw me looking up at her she just grinned and kept going, never missing a beat. I headed back to the bar where the manager was now waiting on me. In the end, I did not take the job. Why? They wanted a janitor to clean bathrooms, not a maintenance guy. Before I left I looked for her now that she was done dancing, but never did see her, so I left.

The following morning I was bent over a pallet on the floor loading it out for delivery. Between my legs I noticed she was standing directly behind me. She squatted down beside me and asked if we could talk a second. She talked, I listened. She explained she recognized me right away the day before, but didn’t think I recognized her which is why she didn’t say anything to me then. After going down memory lane about the things she would do on my bar in my plain view and sometimes with my assistance, she asked I not mention where she works or what she does to the others. Um, okay then. Before she walked off she tells me that anytime I come by the club to ask for her because she would make sure I had free lap dances that I wouldn’t soon forget. Interesting proposal, but I doubt I will be going back, lap dances are the least of my worries in life.

Fast forward to this morning, a morning without a happy ending, but one I saw coming a mile away. To say it simply, I was let go. Why? I was hired on the contingent that I would have my Class A CDL in a timely manner. I was doing my part over the last, now two weeks, to get it, in fact I posess my learner permit now, which I got this past Friday. You see, I have been studying my ass off for this test, for this job, but they had other plans in their agenda. They hired a driver, no wait, no muss, no fuss, and they no longer had a need for me. OK, yes, this is bullshit, because I applied for a warehouse position and was being paid that of a warehouse worker which was to change at a future date. Whoops, I missed the memo that they hired someone else for the position which I did not have the credentials to fill. To hell with it I guess, I didn’t like the 55 minute drive anyway to get to work. Plus, with the new laws I wasn’t 100% positive I could get the medical part of my CDL requirements because of being an insulin dependent diabetic. There were allot of factors that could’ve fucked me in the end, so I look at it as the silver lining in the cloud. This just might have saved me allot of heartburn because there were many unanswered questions about it all. It us what it is, tomorrow I start the hunt for a job again, hopefully the next one works out better. No worries though, I’m like Tigger, I gots allot of fucking bounce left in me.

What You Don’t Know Others Know

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I thought today would be a good day to tell about the adventure of a certain somebody who was living a really secret life that she thought was under very tight wraps. Eventhough she travels in between a few different social circles each day she never had a fear that others might venture out of their own circles and unbalance her own. At first she was in shock but soon came to realize that it was bound to happen sooner or later. After a discussion with a stripper known as Jewel a few years ago I found out quite a not about her without really trying. She has a day job as a receptionist, she has a husband, she has two sons, she is the vice president of an elementary school PTA, she is on the luncheon committee at the baptist church her and her family attend, and she is a stripper at least 3 nights a week. Each one of those groups form a circle which she belongs to, some overlap and others never seem to. Fast forward to earlier this week when we spoke again, only this time one circle expanded into her secret circle, it expanded into to the circle of Jewel.

A few weekends ago she was assigned to cater very closely to a bachelors party that would have roughly fifteen people in attendance. Eventhough it was on a night she didn’t normally work she accepts it because it would mean some extra cash that van be used when they head to Florida for summer vacation in July. Lucky for her getting out of the house was rather easy since her husband was out of town and both boys were at friends overnight. When she got to the club she was about an hour early so she took her time getting dressed, doing make up, and finishing her hair. When she was done she headed out to the bar to get a bottled water where she sat a while watching everyone else. What she would soon find out is she was being watched right back. Come right before ten or so she headed into the private meeting room where the bachelors party would be and as she was walking by this man she realized she recognized him. She blew it off because she didn’t know where from and kept walking.

Soon enough the room began to fill with party goers, the mobile bartender, two other strippers, and the guest of honor. Everyone was set, it was time to get the party started. Jewel has noticed the man she made eye contact with outside is in the room as one of the guests attending. She just had an odd feeling about it the whole night, she couldn’t shake it or figure out where he was from. As the night drew to a close, some 4 hours later, Jewel was on the stage doing what Jewel does, making a bunch of money. Part of the way into song number two, now she is completely nude, she sees the man up close, as he is handing her a tip he pauses a moment, and then get worst nightmare came true, he called her by her real name and asked if she was glad the night was over because she looked beat. This shook her for a second, but nlrw him off acting as if she never heard him talking, much less saying her real name. As soon as the song is over she quickly, yet politely, left the room. But before she got to the curtain she heard the man say he looks forward to seeing everyone in church on Sunday. Not missing a beat she eased through the curtain to the back hall. Now, she began to panic, now she knew who he was, and now she knows how he knows her and her family.

She tried not to think about any of it on her drive home. She thought it might be a good time to sit her husband down and have a long uncomfortable talk about what sh does on the side. But how? She then decides to wait, wait until Sunday and see how that goes. Maybe, just maybe, she will get lucky. Why wouldn’t she, she has never done anything to the man to make him act vindictively towards her, has she. Sunday came and went, church came and went, the picnic afterwards came and went, and she never even saw the man from the club. After that day she never looked back again, but if you didn’t see her performance on Wednesday then you’ll have missed out because she ended her stripping career that night. She figured she has beaten the odds long enough and it was time to put her pole dancing skills to rest.