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[Nov. 30th, 2012|04:27 pm] |
So Ali has been bugging me about updating this thing mainly because she wants me to share the news of my promotion. We all know I was moved up to assistant manager a while back but starting two weeks ago I got even more responsibility offered to me and I now not only manage the staff but the dancers as well. Most of them are taking the change well because they know me, I watch out for them on stage, we have a nice friendly family-ish relationship at Silver Reign. Always have. Though I kind of know why Rory handed it over to me the way he did. Some of these bitches I don’t wanna put up with either because they’re too damn good to come in when someone else has to call off or too damn good to answer work-related communications. News flash sweetheart, you are not the next best thing next to sliced bread and there are forty other girls in this city at least that I could replace you with TONIGHT. If you don’t care enough about your job to not act like a stuck up cunt, I don’t care if I get you written into the schedule or if you EVER work a weekend. Go ahead, try me. You’ll work Mondays and Wednesdays the rest of your time here because you’ll make jack shit in tips on those days and that’s perfectly fine with me.
And I was playing Halo yesterday and when I went to change weapons…okay Ali’s tuned out now. And probably every other female on here. Christmas shopping drives me fucking crazy. There are so many people in our house this year that I’m going to need a bigger closet to hide everything in. Not that things are hiding in the closet, in case Ali is still reading. Because they’re not. At all. Seriously. Um…I miss Twinkies, I have to change my oil this weekend before it gets too chilly out, and uh….uh….I guess that’s it. |
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