This is a piece of unapologetic silliness. Sort of a what if Dr Suess wrote strip club ads. I’m not sure what inspired me to write this, probably brain damage. I was a little kid in the sixties. Back in the good old days when paint had lead in it, elevators had ash trays in them and seat belts were for wimps. More likely I was dropped as child, I did have three older brothers. I'm reaching a bit with the terms gams. I think the last time I heard this term for legs was in a Humphrey Bogart movie. It the only appropriate rhyming replacement I could think of for ham. I think I’ll keep my day job.
I am Gem
I am Gem
Gem I am
Do you like
G-Strings and gams?
Would you like them
With cold beer?
Would you like them
At the rack?
Yes our dancers have
Class and tact
Would you like them
around a pole?
Would you like them
At a table?
Yes, our servers are fast and able
Would you like them
With a drink?
Bar tenders serve you
With a wink
Would you like them
With a dance?
Would you like them
With smoke?
No you can’t
that rights revoked
Would you like them
At the rail?
Our girls are hot
and shall not fail
Would you like
Ours tops to slip?
Even more if you tip
Would you, Could you,
Like G-Strings and Gams
Yes I would, Gem I am
Yes I’d like G-Strings and Gams
Yes I’d like them with a beer
Yes I’d like them at the rack
Yes I’d like them around a pole
Yes I’d like them at a table
Served by tenders fast and able
Yes I’d like them with a drink
Served with smiles and a wink
Yes I’d like them with a dance
I don’t smoke, not a chance
Yes I’d like them at the rail
Yes I’d like tops that slip
Even better if I tip
Yes I like G-Strings and Gams
That’s a stupid question
Gem I am
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
A fool and her money are soon parted.
I now have an itinerant roommate for the moment. She is a former dancer that has fallen on difficult times. See the previous blog for more details. This is the second time I have had a dancer stay with me for an extended period of time while she got her life back together. This is also the last time. (Famous last words?)
I noticed the same characteristic in both girls. They are terrible money managers. It isn’t accurate or fair to infer that all dancers are this way, but there are aspects of the job that reinforce bad spending habits.
This first and most profound thing I noticed they operate on the idea there is always another payday tomorrow. All they have to go to work to get more money. They tend to treat the club as their personal ATM machine. Unfortunately to get money they have to work for six hours, get naked and deal with a bunch of drunken customers and the wallet is recharged.
This behavior became apparent in the way they shopped. Not the amount of time they spent shopping (which could be considerable) but they almost always spent every cent they had. They both prided themselves on being “good shoppers”, they would work very hard to get the most for their money, but they always spent every last cent they had on them. If they walked into a store with $60, the walked out with $59.99 worth of merchandise, whether they needed it or not. There was never a thought of saving a penny. If they needed more money, they just picked up another shift.
There many problems with money management scheme. The obvious is that there is no reason to save money. It assumes that she’ll be able to get a shift tomorrow (this is usually not a problem, but sometimes it can be), and that she’ll have a good night. The biggest hazard is it also assumes that nothing will ever happen that can’t be fixed with one or two night’s income. Life isn’t that fair, everybody is going to be hit with big unexpected expenses. This is where I see dancers usually have the biggest meltdowns. They have to make a bill, and they are having a terrible night.
This is when standards start to fall. Girls will do things they normally wouldn’t allow. They let hands go where to places that are usually off limits. They become more aggressive with customers and other dancers. It’s nothing specific to dancers. It just seems like they are in this situation more than most folks I know.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ve had to hawk stuff to make my tuition. I’ve watched folks at work lie to make a sale, to get that commission, to pay the mortgage. The difference is that this seems to be a constant problem with some dancers. Except for short term goals (cars, boob jobs, deposit on a place to live) they do not have any sort of plan to save money.
The flip side of this mentality is that when they have a really good night or weekend they will take time off and coast. The will live off the earnings until they run out and only go back to work when they have to. I know one dancer who will tell me with a completely straight face that she has “never had a vacation” that she has always worked since she was twelve years old and this will be her first time in years. That she deserves to take time off. I hear this at least two or three times a year. She takes more time off in a year than I have in the past decade. She just uses this argument as rationalization to take a vacation. If she can work out a way to have a bunch of time off, that is great. More power to her. But don’t tell me that you’ve never had a vacation.
I noticed the same characteristic in both girls. They are terrible money managers. It isn’t accurate or fair to infer that all dancers are this way, but there are aspects of the job that reinforce bad spending habits.
This first and most profound thing I noticed they operate on the idea there is always another payday tomorrow. All they have to go to work to get more money. They tend to treat the club as their personal ATM machine. Unfortunately to get money they have to work for six hours, get naked and deal with a bunch of drunken customers and the wallet is recharged.
This behavior became apparent in the way they shopped. Not the amount of time they spent shopping (which could be considerable) but they almost always spent every cent they had. They both prided themselves on being “good shoppers”, they would work very hard to get the most for their money, but they always spent every last cent they had on them. If they walked into a store with $60, the walked out with $59.99 worth of merchandise, whether they needed it or not. There was never a thought of saving a penny. If they needed more money, they just picked up another shift.
There many problems with money management scheme. The obvious is that there is no reason to save money. It assumes that she’ll be able to get a shift tomorrow (this is usually not a problem, but sometimes it can be), and that she’ll have a good night. The biggest hazard is it also assumes that nothing will ever happen that can’t be fixed with one or two night’s income. Life isn’t that fair, everybody is going to be hit with big unexpected expenses. This is where I see dancers usually have the biggest meltdowns. They have to make a bill, and they are having a terrible night.
This is when standards start to fall. Girls will do things they normally wouldn’t allow. They let hands go where to places that are usually off limits. They become more aggressive with customers and other dancers. It’s nothing specific to dancers. It just seems like they are in this situation more than most folks I know.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. I’ve had to hawk stuff to make my tuition. I’ve watched folks at work lie to make a sale, to get that commission, to pay the mortgage. The difference is that this seems to be a constant problem with some dancers. Except for short term goals (cars, boob jobs, deposit on a place to live) they do not have any sort of plan to save money.
The flip side of this mentality is that when they have a really good night or weekend they will take time off and coast. The will live off the earnings until they run out and only go back to work when they have to. I know one dancer who will tell me with a completely straight face that she has “never had a vacation” that she has always worked since she was twelve years old and this will be her first time in years. That she deserves to take time off. I hear this at least two or three times a year. She takes more time off in a year than I have in the past decade. She just uses this argument as rationalization to take a vacation. If she can work out a way to have a bunch of time off, that is great. More power to her. But don’t tell me that you’ve never had a vacation.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Crazy from the heat
We've had a week of record and near record temperatures in the Northwest. I've managed to add to to the sweltering conditions by having my own personal meltdowns. People are definitely struggling right now. I've been getting lots a request for "help". I try to some compassion but after a while things start to become too much. When you start to cringe everytime the text message chime goes off becuse its going to be another "You're the last person I want to ask but...". Things came to a complete overload when I had a former dancer fall on hard times and end up moving in with me.
I felt like I was getting everybody's problems dumped in my lap. I'm usually a pretty calm and deliberate person, but a broke this time. I went and whacked my MySpace account, twitter account, and deleted a bunch of numbers from phone. I was trying to purge section of my life. Probably not the most healthy approach, but I've got enough of my own stress going on.
I'm transfering all my blogs from my myspace page over to Blogger, grammar errors and all. The dates will be screwed up, but that's not a big deal. I don't write much about current events. I'll try to maintain the same order though.
On a lighter note some local hackers powned a traffic sign with an appropiate message. Its nice the county is warning folks that there are zombie strippers on the loose.No Better Friend, No Worse Enemy
The title is a very rough translation of an epitaph of an early dictator from the Roman Empire (Sulla). It seems to be an accurate description of the way dancers treat each other. I get to hear arguments from both sides. Dancers either seem to be the best of friends or mortal enemies. The sales environment dancers have to work in helps create the. I’ve never gotten use to the competitive nature of sales I work in. Where I work there is a limited resource for support sales. We only have so many parts and demonstration units to go around. For the most part everybody tries to cooperate, but if situation arises the sales folks have no problem stabbing each other in the back. The mantra is “its better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission”. Sorry man, I had to a chance to make a commission and had the demo.
The dancer’s environment is even worse than what I work in. While the sales folks have to compete over demo resources, their territories and pay structure is very tightly defined. Dancer’s however, have to compete with each other for pretty much everything. This ranges from seats in the dressing room to customers on the floor to the outfits they where. Who they follow on rotation, who goes on stage next to them also can affect the night’s income. Dancers have the ability to affect each other income on many levels. When it comes to money things get very emotional very quickly. There are so many ways for dancers to conflict with each other.
On the flip side, I don’t think anybody but another dancer can really appreciate what a dancer goes through. This is true of a lot of jobs. When I listen to people talk about their jobs, it doesn’t always sink in the level of which their job touches all aspects of life. I’m probably more informed than most folks about the job of a dancer, but I can’t say I truly understand. I think this is even more true when people think the job is morally wrong. Dancer won’t judge another girl purely because she’s dancer. I think this creates a higher level of camaraderie than most jobs.
Because of the higher level of camaraderie I think dancers feel I much more intense level of betrayal when something goes wrong. Hell hath no fury like a women’s scorn, and things go to 11 when it’s a pissed off dancer. In an odd sort of way, its similar to dating somebody you work with (in some cases with dancers they are dating). An intense personal conflict at work is a miserable thing. You have to go to work. You have to pay the bills. You can’t avoid the conflict.
When you add alcohol and pressure of sales conflict almost becomes inevitable. I’ve seen blow ups occur from simple miscommunication. Two dancers had just done a VIP for a big spender. He had tipped them very well. They were sitting at my table when they talking about the amount of the tip. Each girl was talking about a different number, yet neither girl realized it. They were both really happy about getting a tip above and beyond the normal VIP fee. It was an awkward moment for me, I decided that it would better for me to point this out and risk the getting caught in the middle of fight than play dumb. One (or both) of the girls had to be wrong, maybe if they talked about while it was still fresh in their minds nothing would happen. I told them what I heard, and then watched as they looked at each other; one said $200, the other said $300. Both nodded their heads in agreement and changed the subject. I’m not sure what each other heard. Later on when it came to split up the money things went bad. Really Bad. Neither one ever came back to me to ask what I heard. Perhaps they didn’t want to involve me or maybe they didn’t hear me either.
Sometimes I’ve seen dancer form into cliques that support each other work. An example of this is the Dolphin 5. They formed a consortium of sorts. They always worked together and to some degree managed to take control of the club. A few girls got run out of the Dolphin after getting crossed up with one of the girls. Usually the just protected their own interests, but occasionally we’re bullies that chased off girls they didn’t like. They managed to not turn on each other. That was back when money was really good though, I’m not sure how well they’d hold up now with money so tight.
The dancer’s environment is even worse than what I work in. While the sales folks have to compete over demo resources, their territories and pay structure is very tightly defined. Dancer’s however, have to compete with each other for pretty much everything. This ranges from seats in the dressing room to customers on the floor to the outfits they where. Who they follow on rotation, who goes on stage next to them also can affect the night’s income. Dancers have the ability to affect each other income on many levels. When it comes to money things get very emotional very quickly. There are so many ways for dancers to conflict with each other.
On the flip side, I don’t think anybody but another dancer can really appreciate what a dancer goes through. This is true of a lot of jobs. When I listen to people talk about their jobs, it doesn’t always sink in the level of which their job touches all aspects of life. I’m probably more informed than most folks about the job of a dancer, but I can’t say I truly understand. I think this is even more true when people think the job is morally wrong. Dancer won’t judge another girl purely because she’s dancer. I think this creates a higher level of camaraderie than most jobs.
Because of the higher level of camaraderie I think dancers feel I much more intense level of betrayal when something goes wrong. Hell hath no fury like a women’s scorn, and things go to 11 when it’s a pissed off dancer. In an odd sort of way, its similar to dating somebody you work with (in some cases with dancers they are dating). An intense personal conflict at work is a miserable thing. You have to go to work. You have to pay the bills. You can’t avoid the conflict.
When you add alcohol and pressure of sales conflict almost becomes inevitable. I’ve seen blow ups occur from simple miscommunication. Two dancers had just done a VIP for a big spender. He had tipped them very well. They were sitting at my table when they talking about the amount of the tip. Each girl was talking about a different number, yet neither girl realized it. They were both really happy about getting a tip above and beyond the normal VIP fee. It was an awkward moment for me, I decided that it would better for me to point this out and risk the getting caught in the middle of fight than play dumb. One (or both) of the girls had to be wrong, maybe if they talked about while it was still fresh in their minds nothing would happen. I told them what I heard, and then watched as they looked at each other; one said $200, the other said $300. Both nodded their heads in agreement and changed the subject. I’m not sure what each other heard. Later on when it came to split up the money things went bad. Really Bad. Neither one ever came back to me to ask what I heard. Perhaps they didn’t want to involve me or maybe they didn’t hear me either.
Sometimes I’ve seen dancer form into cliques that support each other work. An example of this is the Dolphin 5. They formed a consortium of sorts. They always worked together and to some degree managed to take control of the club. A few girls got run out of the Dolphin after getting crossed up with one of the girls. Usually the just protected their own interests, but occasionally we’re bullies that chased off girls they didn’t like. They managed to not turn on each other. That was back when money was really good though, I’m not sure how well they’d hold up now with money so tight.
Bloggers, Bloggers, everywhere and not a thought to think
The title to this blog post is misleading and just a little pretentious. I actually spend a lot of time reading other peoples blogs, I've learned a lot about the industry from them. I’ve always wondered what exactly do dancers really think of their customers. Knowing how things work is an absolute compulsion of mine. I’m forever taking things apart to see what makes them tick. By going into engineering I’ve managed to turn a personality defect into a career. Dancer blogs provide a relatively uvarnished look at customers.
I first ran into dancer blogs by accident. I was trying to find the name of club I went to when I lived in Austin Texas. Just googling when I ran across a burlesque show, one of the performers had a web site named “rivercitykitty”. Rivercitykitty is a blog by Susan Wayward about her experiences dancing. From there I realized she worked at D2 from time to time. From her site I was able to find a bunch of different dancer blogs. I’ll always have a fondness for Susan’s blog (and Susan, even if she currently on blogging hiatus), since she the first person to link to mine.
The first thing that stuck me about most dancer blogs is that it provides a forum to bitch about customers that isn’t directly confrontational. One of the reasons I started this blog was to vent my frustrations about the club I hang out at. Dancer blogs tend to be more of an on line diary. This gives them a very personal feel. In an industry that hides much of the humanity in stage names and glam make up, it makes for a striking contrast.
I can completely sympathize with having to deal with a customer that you find completely and utterly revolting. Sitting smiling listening to them talk, all the while I’m thinking about how much I’d like to bash their skull in with a brick. Fortunately for me, most people in my work world have to maintain a level of professional decorum at work, so I’m not subjected to the more primitive aspects of the human condition. I have to deal with egos, giant towering repulsive underserved egos. Unfortunately for me I can’t decide to tell a customer to fuck off when it gets to bad. I have to sit for hours at a never ending business dinner meeting listening to a guy who is either a pathological liar or completely delusional. I’ve had to sit and politely listen to some guy tell me he invented the iPod. Yeah, sure. I get to hear stories about how they used to be Vice President of Nothing in Particular at Microsoft. Ugh.
It’s startling to read about some of the customers that go into clubs. There are some really scary folks with dollar bills. It’s also a little rattling to see some aspects of myself in their behavior. It's pretty eye opening.
It’s also stunning to see some things pulled off by the management at clubs. A of clubs take advantage of the fact most dancers won’t pursue legal action against a club for fear of losing their job. Dancers are customers of the club, they pay to work their. Yet they get treated with contempt by management. This is part of the club world that rarely gets any visibility. I’m not sure how prevalent it is industry. I have no idea how honest most clubs are. I suspect with the bad economy it’s probably getting worse. Dollars at the clubs are getting more scarce, as girls lose their day jobs the number of dancers that are available is rising.
Another of my favorite blogs is ChristianMarie, The laziest Stripper. I hope she doesn’t mind me mentioning her blog. It was the first blog that was linked to mine that I didn’t know anything about. When I saw “The other side of the rail” in the blogs list I thought somebody else had already picked that name for their blog. I clicked on the link to what low life scum had taken the name. I was floored when I realized that I was the low life scum. Wow, I’m famous. Not really. I sure her blogs hits spiked of the charts on the day I discovered her blog. I kept clicking on it like it kid with a new toy. Besides being linked to mine, its a really entertaining blog to read
I first ran into dancer blogs by accident. I was trying to find the name of club I went to when I lived in Austin Texas. Just googling when I ran across a burlesque show, one of the performers had a web site named “rivercitykitty”. Rivercitykitty is a blog by Susan Wayward about her experiences dancing. From there I realized she worked at D2 from time to time. From her site I was able to find a bunch of different dancer blogs. I’ll always have a fondness for Susan’s blog (and Susan, even if she currently on blogging hiatus), since she the first person to link to mine.
The first thing that stuck me about most dancer blogs is that it provides a forum to bitch about customers that isn’t directly confrontational. One of the reasons I started this blog was to vent my frustrations about the club I hang out at. Dancer blogs tend to be more of an on line diary. This gives them a very personal feel. In an industry that hides much of the humanity in stage names and glam make up, it makes for a striking contrast.
I can completely sympathize with having to deal with a customer that you find completely and utterly revolting. Sitting smiling listening to them talk, all the while I’m thinking about how much I’d like to bash their skull in with a brick. Fortunately for me, most people in my work world have to maintain a level of professional decorum at work, so I’m not subjected to the more primitive aspects of the human condition. I have to deal with egos, giant towering repulsive underserved egos. Unfortunately for me I can’t decide to tell a customer to fuck off when it gets to bad. I have to sit for hours at a never ending business dinner meeting listening to a guy who is either a pathological liar or completely delusional. I’ve had to sit and politely listen to some guy tell me he invented the iPod. Yeah, sure. I get to hear stories about how they used to be Vice President of Nothing in Particular at Microsoft. Ugh.
It’s startling to read about some of the customers that go into clubs. There are some really scary folks with dollar bills. It’s also a little rattling to see some aspects of myself in their behavior. It's pretty eye opening.
It’s also stunning to see some things pulled off by the management at clubs. A of clubs take advantage of the fact most dancers won’t pursue legal action against a club for fear of losing their job. Dancers are customers of the club, they pay to work their. Yet they get treated with contempt by management. This is part of the club world that rarely gets any visibility. I’m not sure how prevalent it is industry. I have no idea how honest most clubs are. I suspect with the bad economy it’s probably getting worse. Dollars at the clubs are getting more scarce, as girls lose their day jobs the number of dancers that are available is rising.
Another of my favorite blogs is ChristianMarie, The laziest Stripper. I hope she doesn’t mind me mentioning her blog. It was the first blog that was linked to mine that I didn’t know anything about. When I saw “The other side of the rail” in the blogs list I thought somebody else had already picked that name for their blog. I clicked on the link to what low life scum had taken the name. I was floored when I realized that I was the low life scum. Wow, I’m famous. Not really. I sure her blogs hits spiked of the charts on the day I discovered her blog. I kept clicking on it like it kid with a new toy. Besides being linked to mine, its a really entertaining blog to read
Don't forget to bring your singles to the interview
If you want to see the true character of a person take him to a strip club and get him drunk. One company I worked at the sales group used this as a method to screen people that were being considered. The company had a very proactive method of hiring. Rather than post a want ads and wait, the HR department would maintain a list of folks they would go after and offer jobs to. This would cause problems from time to time, they were raiding their customers and vendors for talent, but the quality of employees they had were pretty high.
Most of the people never knew they were being screened. Either we’d take them out at a trade show or during a business trip. The first thing you’d discovered about them is if they’d even go into the club. The sales group had a relatively wild social life. I’ve never worked at a place where there was so much corporate sponsored debauchery. The desire to go out and party on the corporate dime is hardly an indicator as to good somebody is at their job. The recruit’s job skill usually wasn’t the issue at the time, we already new how got they were from past work experiences.
What we didn’t know is if they played well and got along with others. If they were willing to go hang out at a strip club they odds are they would be comfortable with the job atmosphere at our company. On Monday morning when people returned to work nursing the aftermath what ever excess they indulge in over the weekend, it’s better if to have everybody at least sympathetic. Some people become very uncomfortable around hearing about ‘partying’ or worse yet will become show open contempt for the revelers. Having workers openly judging other workers will rapidly destroy morale. At least if they will walk into a strip club they aren’t openly judgmental.
Seeing how they react to the strip club environment is also telling. A strip club pretty much stomps on the expected “morals’ of polite society. At least for me, it’s hard to not covet thy neighbor’s wife when she is dancing naked in front of me. The normal boundaries of social behavior are not required. Its OK to stare at her boobs, its OK to stare at her boobs while drinking, its OK to stare are boobs while drinking and drooling on yourself. More importantly it’s OK to talk about her boobs. Once the normal behavior boundaries are crossed it’s easier to talk about things that are also outside the lines. You can go into swapping bar stories of assorted strip club adventures. I’ve got a million of those, maybe I should write a blog? (Oops, too late).
You can get the recruit to talk about his experiences. You can learn a lot from those, especially how accountable they are. After they got hammered, fell over and smashed a bunch of the furniture, did they apologize and try to make amends. Or did they start bitching about how stupid to put a table in the middle of the floor and surround it with chairs. What an absolute death trap (True story).
Alcohol is also factor. It lowers inhibitions so people will talk more freely. After a couple drinks no subject is too taboo. What you can’t ask on a job interview is pretty amazing. You can’t ask how old they are (but you can ask when they graduated from High school) you can’t ask if they are married, you can’t ask if they have kids, you can’t ask what religion they are. These laws vary from state to stare and regularly get ignored. I’d really like to see some plaintiff explain to a judge that he was illegally asked about his marriage status while getting a lap dance. I’ve been asked all the questions and happily answered them, lap dance not required. I’m usually more interested in trying to get the job. All these rules go right out the window at a strip club. Catering to the guy by buying him drinks and dances also will begin to tell. We would make him the center of attention and cater to his whims. Is he grateful or dies he turn into a pompous ass? If the recruit drinks himself under the table in first thirty minutes, he has other problems.
Watching how they treat other people after a couple drinks is very telling. If the guy begins to put down all the crack ‘ho bitches working at the club, going off on a misogynist tirade about the evil’s of the women and their wicked ways you probably don’t want on your pay roll. He probably has some issues to sort out. You can also watch how he deals with the dancers. Does this guy have the basic humanity to treat people decently? Dancers will put up with a lot of bullshit if they get paid.
By removing the social norms, liberally adding alcohol you can get to somebody’s true nature at strip club. Curiously they never took me to a strip club when they recruited me (bastards). I suppose they didn’t have to. All they had to do was to go down to the club and check my references. I’m not sure what kind of impression I would have made when we walked into the club and they found out I was on a first name basis with half the dancers.
Most of the people never knew they were being screened. Either we’d take them out at a trade show or during a business trip. The first thing you’d discovered about them is if they’d even go into the club. The sales group had a relatively wild social life. I’ve never worked at a place where there was so much corporate sponsored debauchery. The desire to go out and party on the corporate dime is hardly an indicator as to good somebody is at their job. The recruit’s job skill usually wasn’t the issue at the time, we already new how got they were from past work experiences.
What we didn’t know is if they played well and got along with others. If they were willing to go hang out at a strip club they odds are they would be comfortable with the job atmosphere at our company. On Monday morning when people returned to work nursing the aftermath what ever excess they indulge in over the weekend, it’s better if to have everybody at least sympathetic. Some people become very uncomfortable around hearing about ‘partying’ or worse yet will become show open contempt for the revelers. Having workers openly judging other workers will rapidly destroy morale. At least if they will walk into a strip club they aren’t openly judgmental.
Seeing how they react to the strip club environment is also telling. A strip club pretty much stomps on the expected “morals’ of polite society. At least for me, it’s hard to not covet thy neighbor’s wife when she is dancing naked in front of me. The normal boundaries of social behavior are not required. Its OK to stare at her boobs, its OK to stare at her boobs while drinking, its OK to stare are boobs while drinking and drooling on yourself. More importantly it’s OK to talk about her boobs. Once the normal behavior boundaries are crossed it’s easier to talk about things that are also outside the lines. You can go into swapping bar stories of assorted strip club adventures. I’ve got a million of those, maybe I should write a blog? (Oops, too late).
You can get the recruit to talk about his experiences. You can learn a lot from those, especially how accountable they are. After they got hammered, fell over and smashed a bunch of the furniture, did they apologize and try to make amends. Or did they start bitching about how stupid to put a table in the middle of the floor and surround it with chairs. What an absolute death trap (True story).
Alcohol is also factor. It lowers inhibitions so people will talk more freely. After a couple drinks no subject is too taboo. What you can’t ask on a job interview is pretty amazing. You can’t ask how old they are (but you can ask when they graduated from High school) you can’t ask if they are married, you can’t ask if they have kids, you can’t ask what religion they are. These laws vary from state to stare and regularly get ignored. I’d really like to see some plaintiff explain to a judge that he was illegally asked about his marriage status while getting a lap dance. I’ve been asked all the questions and happily answered them, lap dance not required. I’m usually more interested in trying to get the job. All these rules go right out the window at a strip club. Catering to the guy by buying him drinks and dances also will begin to tell. We would make him the center of attention and cater to his whims. Is he grateful or dies he turn into a pompous ass? If the recruit drinks himself under the table in first thirty minutes, he has other problems.
Watching how they treat other people after a couple drinks is very telling. If the guy begins to put down all the crack ‘ho bitches working at the club, going off on a misogynist tirade about the evil’s of the women and their wicked ways you probably don’t want on your pay roll. He probably has some issues to sort out. You can also watch how he deals with the dancers. Does this guy have the basic humanity to treat people decently? Dancers will put up with a lot of bullshit if they get paid.
By removing the social norms, liberally adding alcohol you can get to somebody’s true nature at strip club. Curiously they never took me to a strip club when they recruited me (bastards). I suppose they didn’t have to. All they had to do was to go down to the club and check my references. I’m not sure what kind of impression I would have made when we walked into the club and they found out I was on a first name basis with half the dancers.
The other industry icon
Probably the number one icon of the stripper industry is the platform stiletto heel. The number two icon of the industry is probably the iPhone. Compared to the engineers, salesman accounts other folks I work with. A far higher percentage of dancers own iPhone then all those other groups. The company I work for sells components to Apple. In a very small way I get money from dancers every time they buy one. The money flow is still pretty one sided I spend a lot more on dancers than I get, but keep buying those iPhones and iPods anyway.
There are many features that make this a really desirable gadget for dancers. The obvious is that is an excellent music and video player. Music is an integral part of a dancer’s job, having an excellent music player makes some sense. I’m not sure how much some of the DJ’s or clubs have embraced the digital music. Is most of the music now played of a laptop or CD? With the advent of MySpace, Twitter, Facebook, and other social networking systems the iPhone’s is a great device to maintain contact with their customers and promoting themselves.
A surprising number of dancers buy iPhones to entertain their kids. Perhaps that’s not the primary reason, but it’s definitely a factor. That’s their story at least. I suspect they may just want to be able to watch movies and play games while it’s slow. Nah, it’s probably just for the kids. (ahem)
There are a lot of feature that the iPhone has that aren’t utilized by dancers. One is the count down timers. If you hit the clock icon on the iPhone, one of the features that appear at the bottom is the time. This is a minute timer. I often hear about dancers getting forgotten back in the VIP area. The bouncers will forget or be distracted by something and not get a dancer when the time is up. The count down timer provides a large easy to see display showing remaining time. It even has an alarm that goes off at the end. It’s better to have the bouncer show up incase the customer gets cranky, but it does create a break point to stop the VIP dance. Perhaps a VIP app should be written with preset times built in. It could have a special feature to “accelerate” the time to get rid of obnoxious customers. Have two start buttons that look the same. The top button has a normal time, the bottom button has a faster timer. Jerk customer you want to get rid of faster? We got an app for that.
The more industrious dancers could buy a spread sheet application and log her income and expenses in her phone at the end of the night. I suppose that might be another possible app. A program that logged all the stage fees, income, tip outs and other income/expenses then put them into a form that could be easily imported into a TurboTax or Tax cut.
Actually most smart phones have these features. The G1 and Palm Pre have the same features. One feature the new iPhone 3Gs has is the where am I app. If you lose your iPhone you can log into a web sire and query the location of the phone using the built in GPS. Not that dancers ever lose anything after drinking a little too much.
There are many features that make this a really desirable gadget for dancers. The obvious is that is an excellent music and video player. Music is an integral part of a dancer’s job, having an excellent music player makes some sense. I’m not sure how much some of the DJ’s or clubs have embraced the digital music. Is most of the music now played of a laptop or CD? With the advent of MySpace, Twitter, Facebook, and other social networking systems the iPhone’s is a great device to maintain contact with their customers and promoting themselves.
A surprising number of dancers buy iPhones to entertain their kids. Perhaps that’s not the primary reason, but it’s definitely a factor. That’s their story at least. I suspect they may just want to be able to watch movies and play games while it’s slow. Nah, it’s probably just for the kids. (ahem)
There are a lot of feature that the iPhone has that aren’t utilized by dancers. One is the count down timers. If you hit the clock icon on the iPhone, one of the features that appear at the bottom is the time. This is a minute timer. I often hear about dancers getting forgotten back in the VIP area. The bouncers will forget or be distracted by something and not get a dancer when the time is up. The count down timer provides a large easy to see display showing remaining time. It even has an alarm that goes off at the end. It’s better to have the bouncer show up incase the customer gets cranky, but it does create a break point to stop the VIP dance. Perhaps a VIP app should be written with preset times built in. It could have a special feature to “accelerate” the time to get rid of obnoxious customers. Have two start buttons that look the same. The top button has a normal time, the bottom button has a faster timer. Jerk customer you want to get rid of faster? We got an app for that.
The more industrious dancers could buy a spread sheet application and log her income and expenses in her phone at the end of the night. I suppose that might be another possible app. A program that logged all the stage fees, income, tip outs and other income/expenses then put them into a form that could be easily imported into a TurboTax or Tax cut.
Actually most smart phones have these features. The G1 and Palm Pre have the same features. One feature the new iPhone 3Gs has is the where am I app. If you lose your iPhone you can log into a web sire and query the location of the phone using the built in GPS. Not that dancers ever lose anything after drinking a little too much.
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