I did pretty okay tonight, but it was nervewracking. The day manager gave me a lecture as she left that too many bartenders pour too long and she made me repeat after her, “1 2 3, quick like that!”
then every other motherfucker in the place (staff, not customers, as if I listen to them!) was like “your shots are too short” and made me practise until they were longer so lbr I could be in trouble either way. I could even be in trouble for both! Like, remember how I got called scheduled to waitress Monday when I thought I was dancing? I was still scheduled to dance! So they’re hitting me up for a flake fee even though I wasn’t there because I was at the other club. And yeah, technically I was going to flake, but it’s the principle of the thing!
Which is exactly what a customer bitched at me during a lap dance tonight*.
“I can’t believe dances are 40 and you only got 21 of that. Like I want to skip the middle man, I could give you less and you could still keep more, I could go anywhere else and not have a middle man.”
“Ok that’s simply not true. In Vegas you pay the VIP hosts also.”
“No you don’t. I don’t know where you worked, but where I went I negotiated what I wanted.”
tbh my work ethic was low in Vegas from taking care of my sick friend and I don’t really remember how it worked, but I’m 85% sure my customers paid the floor host before we could go into the VIP areas because I remember the annoying wait while the floor host shot the shit and I remember funny money and the whole fucking POINT of funny money is to create a middle man so the club can take a cut in yet another way. Ask me about funny money sometime when I’m less tired. Better yet I’ll post my funny money selfie. (hidden for length; customers, deserved tantrums, overly invested people with no lives or ethics, grumps)
But it’s also yet again the principle of the thing, like he’s insinuating he got dancers to do more for less or something and this annoyed me so bad that I told him we’re done and I couldn’t put up with him a moment longer even for 21 $ and gave him his money back. The song hadn’t started yet so I figured we were good but the annoying bouncer (the overly invested in minutiae one–oh wait that’s all of them–who hit me up for the flake fee) said “absolutely no returns” and the guy stood there making shocked fish faces and I suddenly wanted the money back, I just wanted some compensation for having to deal with them both so I abruptly turned around, grabbed the money out of his hand and said “We’re doing this.”
He apologized when we sat back down, after I sat down as hard as I could in his lap for revenge.
“It’s just the principle of the thing like why CAN’T I pay you, why do they get the money?”
“Ok. To be fair, I think about this a lot and I WISH that I could charge you 30 somehow and give you a dance elsewhere and it would be cheaper for you and I would still get more but there’s no space for that here, it’s just not a possibility, so instead of like, liberating me like you seem to think you’re doing, you’re just trying to haggle and I’m not going down and it’s disrespectful of my time. Got it?”
“Yeah, ok. Sorry.”
“Also you have to tell [the bouncer] that you’re sorry, it was all your fault, and we’re getting along great.”
the song ended and he was true to his word.
“I was a little bitch!” he announced to the bouncer. “I was being annoying and I deserved it and she was very patient with me.”
bases covered. so back to my flake fee. yeah I was going to flake anyway but it’s the principle of the thing! You can’t charge me for not being there when technically the reason I wasn’t there was that I was where the boss told me to be! fine him!
The bouncer insisted that it was my fault for double booking myself.
“I filled out the waitressing schedule in SEPTEMBER!” I railed at him. “Not only that I was in motherfucking NEW YORK last week!“
he laughed indulgently at me like an annoying annoyance.
ONE OF the biggest myths about the United States is that it’s a mostly “middle class” society, with poverty confined to a minority of the population.
The reality is exactly the opposite: The vast majority of people in the United States will experience poverty and economic insecurity for a significant portion of their lives.
A recent Associated Press feature article—relying on data from an exhaustive survey to be published next year by Oxford University Press—has put this in stark terms: Around four out of every five people in the U.S. will endure unemployment, receive food stamps and other forms of government aid, and/or have an income below 150 percent of the official poverty line for at least one year of their lives before age 60.
That startling statistic shows the truth about a society where there are a lot more have-nots or have-littles than have-enoughs. But there are so many other myths and misconceptions about poverty in America. For example, the AP and Oxford statistics show that while people of color suffer economic difficulties at disproportionately high rates, large numbers of whites fall into the same category. Similarly, more whites benefit from social programs such as welfare and food stamps than any other group.
These facts contradict the racist stereotypes about who is poor or at risk of falling into poverty. And they underline the reality that the vast majority of Americans of all races are in the same boat—they scramble to get by, at best—while only a small minority of people live comfortably throughout their lives, and a tiny few are obscenely rich.
In answer to any lackwit who’s ever asked any variation of “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?”
It comes as no surprise to most people that a worker making minimum wage would have a difficult time being able to afford the rent. After all, minimum wage is, by definition, the lowest wage people in just about every profession can make. What makes this graphic shocking, however, is just how far out of reach the rent is in so many place. In Hawaii, a minimum wage worker must work 175 hours a week, 52 weeks a year to afford the rent. In Utah, it’s 77 hours per week, 52 weeks per year. Even in the most affordable place on the map, Puerto Rico, a worker cannot afford rent and utilities on a modest apartment working less than 55 hours per week, 52 weeks a year.
It is tempting to brush away these figures by saying that minimum wage isn’t meant to be a living wage, or that not everyone should try to rent a two-bedroom apartment. But as we note in our report, recent analysis shows that 78% of minimum wage workers work at least 20 hours per week, and 80% are at least 20 years old. So when we’re talking about minimum wage workers, we’re not talking about high school kids in after-school jobs. And with the economy in the shape it’s in, we know that many of these minimum wage workers are people who would work better, higher-paying jobs if they could, but those jobs are just not available to them.