There are many words I've used to describe this industry in the past: fun, depressing, sexy, annoying, therapeutic, and destructive; but this evening it was just downright dramatic!
I'm pretty sure there wasn't a full moon, but I really can't think of an explanation for all of these dramatic shenanigans. This evening we had a dancer sent home because she missed her stage, and though this in itself isn't so dramatic, the 'conversation' that took place between our indiscreet manager and said dancer was indeed unnecessarily dramatic. There was a fight between one of our dancers and the DJ over what-the-fuck-ever (insert non-important completely ridiculous and unnecessary details of fight here). Then we had the same tactless manager get into it with one of the other girls about, again, who-knows-what. We had a girl (and when I say 'girl' here, I mean self-centric, nonfunctional, rude twat of a person) completely overmedicate and get stupid with a customer which quickly led to this 'girl' getting stupid with one of our nicest bouncers after she punched said customer in the face. MDMA + Alcohol = Severe Retardation.
Um…What, the, fuck!?
I know times are tough; everybody's stressed out over money. Egos are damaged and people are defensive. The girls aren't making much so therefore our bouncers and DJs, who mainly work for tips, aren't making money and everybody's freaking the fuck out! It just sort of feels like the club has gotten too small for this amount of people carrying around this much stress.
Unfortunately not much can be done about it. I try to offer some sort of reasonable interpretation when it feels right in each of the given situations, but other than that all I can do is stay the fuck out of the way.
Take a chill pill people!
