We are now INTERNETLESS!!! What will we do now? We took advantage of it, so now they took it away from us.

Peppermints, cards, wristbands, messages, phones, internet-surfing, smiling, day-dreaming, answering/explaining things to higher-ups….

I take lots of shits here.

This is the last entry from B––, who just quit.
It's my last entry, HOOKERS. You guys are stuck in hell and I am outta here!!! Just kidding. I hope everyone does well and all that other B.S. but I love you guys, REALLY. Thanks Z– for putting up with my tardiness. Thanks to X– for keeping me sane half the time. "Boobies," thanks for teacign me how to be a real whore and sorry for snapping at you that one time…
I wish you guys all the best, lots of love and kisses! I am going to miss you. All my heart goes out to you! Take no SHIT!
XOXOXOXO

A young woman called and asked, "Do the waitresses have clothes on?" OMG! I was baffled at first, and then I realized what she was trying to ask. Whew…I'd like to know where in the world waitresses walk around naked while serving! Come on!!
Q: What do you girls do when you answer to a boy or a very bored man calling and trying to get fresh over the gay business line?
A: Usually if I'm bored enough I will play along with the poor guy. A long time ago, I had this guy named "Joe" calling and telling me he's wanking off and wearing his girlfriend's bra. I would ask him why he's doignthat and then he'd be dumbfounded.

I'm in for confession. I have come to the conclusion that I would make all As and Bs if it weren't for the damn titty bars!! Sorry mom and dad, I spend all my time in the darkness. It's the cave that has taken over my life! I owe myself to the owner fort his wondickful job, thanks! The work ethics at titty bars should be the basis for all business…with CEOs who enjoy the big life that fire employees (who actually depend on their crummy paychecks because they have mesican wives spitting kids out, like, every two months) just to go on that yearly trip to the Riviera without having to actually pay for it. Ha. Bad moods do affect your writing.

I am in door-girl hell. This is what happens when waitressign goes bad. You get stuck working the door. If I didn't make eight dollars an hour, this would totally suck. Especially when strippers never answer their phones (yeah, we have to call girls in to dance when we are short). Three things almost all strippers have in common: their boyfriends, their cars, and their phones, all not working. Later.