The life and times of a self proclaimed madman

I just maybe a douchebag

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 03:11:30 GMT

Or I just learned how one survives on Bourbon.

I had not posted of late mind you i had been in kind of a ehh place. I had begun working the door at one club 6 days a week and not for much and getting no tips unless you count some of the cash the bartender was giving me.

I had also begun a one night a week day i mean at lipstyxx DJing and I offered to take door shifts to try and do a lateral move there for more money and its funny ho things go really.

They wanted me to work today yesterday and I was pulling the nice I cannot card despite being really frustrated at the club I was at. Especially after having to deal with last minute calls to come in and to stay late because they kept hiring crackheads.
Now mind you my fortune cookie yesterday told me to seize opportunity or something and sure enough I was told while at the one job that I could have the shifts so I asked if they still needed me to DJ and they said yes so I grabbed my laptop and told the guys at the other club i was done sorry its just a matter of survival.

I made about the same today it was shitty out but that is good considering the shitty weather.
I work tomorrow too so it should be a decent day. The guys at the other club are not having anything to do with me I tried to contact one of the other bosses to tell him that I can meet tomorrow before work to apologise for the suddenness but they said Don't Bother so I won't

A life in the day

Sun, 29 Nov 2009 16:02:21 GMT

So the last couple weeks have been hectic to say the least and for now i got a crash space at a Hostel not far from the quarter that is nice clean and decent priced too.

I relax and get some breathing space now and start rebuilding one thing is partially done... a place to live eat and sleep.

Next I have already taken steps to phase out the day time door shift for dare i say it... Day time DJ shifts back at Lipstyx which ain't much better and sometimes worse but I want to DJ and this is what I gotta do to keep my shit in the loop for now. I will still be doing door just not as much as time goes on.

I survived Bayou Classic and to those not in the loop Bayou Classic is the southern throw down college football style Missip vs LSU and its nonsense here kids on bourbon starting trouble getting drunk and no money to be had for twice the work... times 5
Its also not a good time to be white on bourbon... No I shit you not it can be bad I have worked this before and it is one of those sad events that defines racial tension a lot. We closed the club at 11 on fri and at 8 on sat.

Oh and while I was working yesterday some broad tried to pick my pocket and grabbed my walkie talkie by mistake... LOL I waved my finger at her and she sunk her head and sulked away with her friends... Dumbass like I keep my wallet there.

I do love this town

This is funny shit

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 06:15:44 GMT

Its amazing how people just don't put two and two together anymore.

I caught a few minutes while at Armandos shop of this documentary on Coca Cola.
The chief financial officer said their whole goal is to give people that good feeling they remember when they drink a coke how they can recapture it again and again...

Heroine addiction is based on the user trying to experience that first high...

Sound familiar?

The Bourbon Shuffle

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 06:26:34 GMT

So I started working the door at Babes Cabaret 4 hours a day making well part time shift pay... A start it helped that they liked me 1)Because I showed up clean and 2)Because I was not a crack head...lol

Anywho I also picked up a couple day shifts at Lipstixx as their DJ now mind you that is not anything to write home about I left that spot before and remembered why. Max effort min profit but it was something and I helped out a friend.
I auditioned for Babes despite them not having any shifts I am now on their radar the head DJ liked me so nuff said.

Now today I have found out my bosses at Babes like me and offered me five days a week at a good shift pay and I was able to bump that to 6 days a week and they gave it to me.
So tomorrow i am going to let Stixx know I will not be able to do those two shifts and I can use my cred at Babes to work for me until some shifts open.

Not bad for just under two weeks time if i do say so myself.

Nawlins livin

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 05:44:52 GMT

Well it is just as i remembered it...
Rough a pain and I missed just about every minute of it. I guess I am a glutton for abuse. Despite the money and the living I had going on in Nash-Vile compared to here I look back and do not regret the return from exile. if anything I am just reminded of the foolishness of my leaving in the first place.

I have to day jobs right now Door at Babes which they have already spoken to me about going to nights and giving me more hours they like me there and the boss even gave me two fine cigars when he discovered my fondness for the stoagie. Were also both from the east coast which helps me jersey him new York he even has a place in jersey apparently.

I just scored a couple of days dayshift work at lipstix... Not a plum spot which is why i only took two days even though I was offered more. I also have a audition at Babes this week so that is looking good as well. My goals to finally getting back to working nights are coming together. Finding a place will be the next goal I really do miss living in the quarter but have consigned that to something I will not be doing for the near future.

Life is pretty ok right now.

Twas the night before departure...

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 01:14:13 GMT

I am bored and watched all of the Dexter series and maybe its me but I noticed today that there are a lot of serial killer vans in this town..
Do they have conventions? What would they be like? Can you imagine the list of vendors...
Power tools, cutlery, home and gardening, publishing companies...

what would the seminars be like... 101 ways to properly dispose of a corpse, alibi's made easy, how to not leave a trace, how to pick a manager to handle the rights to your story for the network.
Not to mention the groupies and tee shirt vendors.

Were a sick lot we are I never got into the whole serial killer facade beyond watching Silence of the Lambs, Dexter, X-Files, etc. Tee shirts of Ed Guin, Manson, J.W. Gacy, and the like always seemed tacky to me. Especially when they are worn by women, which I find morbidly ironic considering their targets were women... A major psychic WTF goes out over that shit let me tell you!

But we watch it we fascinate over it I had a girlfriend (Stop laughing it happens) who loved that shit she wanted to become a forensics specialist. Ever mention the women I attract tend to be weirdos... yeah well on to other things.

As I have said the human condition sometimes fascinates me why we do what we do drugs, sex, murder, love, name it we all do it for a reason we all have our demons. Me I learned was no more original then money I love making money and I love working in strip clubs to make it because since I started doing this I always made pretty decent money doing it. I will say that there are times I wish I had thought of this sooner but then again maybe at a younger less restrained age I may have been out of control spending money on all the wrong things or maybe the right things who the fuck knows. I do!

I do not expect to do this type of work forever unless of course i drop dead in a year of something... I will say that i plan to do this for some time I enjoy it the drama, the chaos, the mayhem, and the mania. I have mastered insulating myself from it 95% of the time... That 5% being more club and employment related then actual work/dancer related. I separate that shit well.
Like once upon a time I mentioned to a dancer that I was working this night (Which I normally had off) because so-and-so was having some hardcore dental work done. Her reply to me a complete stranger was and I quote... wait for it...
"I fucking told him all that crystal meth was going to catch up with him"
Oh here is another good one.
I mentioned to a manager #2 that a dancer was flirting with me while drunk, a dancer i had nothing but work related interest in, I like my money and we all know what the sexiest thing a stripper can do for me is... (Give me money to the late comers)
Anway after I mentioned it to manager #2 he looks at me and goes...
Wait for it... "If you kiss her just remember that manager #1's cock has been there..."

Again I tend to be rather private and my cock becoming part of the knitting circle is not high on my list of professional priorities... At least not yet...

Suffice to say that is how I learned one of the managers at the Vu has a smaller cock then me because I saw it on a cocktail waitresses cell because he sent it to her, and in front of him not knowing it was him i dubbed the mystery texter Johnny Little Cock. He still does not know I know... I am tempted to tell him i do when I get... after I get my last check from him...lol

Maybe you have to think like a serial killer (Without the killing) to work in a strip club and servive...

The Fright Factory...

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 07:24:10 GMT

I do not know what caused this but well memories trigger for us all (Or maybe its just me) in odd ways. Random association or some such term-o-nology.
Any way I remember one year living in Philadelphia I worked one Halloween at this place called The Fright Factory a haunted house I of all things played The Phantom of the Opera I had a room all my own done up as a under ground lair complete with secret door to the "Surface Dwellers" People would come in I would pounce and Ask why have they come here begone leave me to my torments alone... bwahahahahaha! It was fun and after we closed for the night we would get drunk sometimes high and fuck around in the amusements. We had the classical horrors where i worked the pitch black section with all the things that scare you when you cannot see with the spinning tunnel of lights at the end and of course the traditional psych ward turned slaughter house. for the clinically victimized.
It was a old ware house what they originally made it for I have no clue but the sections we did not use were actually creepier then the sets we made including "The 70's Room" a filing room of some kind... Old and all the room was drawers some long others small but what made it creepy was the fact it had all these old ass decorations faded pastels and gold lettering hanging here and there. Spooky as all fuck out I tells ya!

Anyway I remember one night we pooled our cash and got some liquor and realized we had no cups... Now It is a sweaty job and it is a hot job we are all told to keep plenty of water in hand because there are no water breaks. So I in all my mad genius dived into the nearest trash can grabbed a bunch of plastic water bottles a dirty utility knife and made us some rocks glasses.
Oh I remember now it was grabbing the bottle of water that made me think of this...

The walk about...

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 03:46:59 GMT

I like to go for walks it helps clear my head, adjust, course correct, what ever you want to call it.
Tonight it was to see if there was going to be anything about this place i would miss and it is sad to say there will not be.
I did not like living in Philadelphia the people there were just unfriendly really all my friends from that time were all as me not from there for the most part. It was in my opinion a beautiful city though and I adored Rittenhouse Square I lived just a few blocks away in a shitty basement apartment next to a rat infested (We all know how I feel about rats...) foodmart/gas station... I would go there and smoke a cigar and just watch people and the city do its thing. I spent my last lunch at Holt's Cigars there.
Nothing like that beauty inspires me here its just a city with city trappings but no style maybe history I suppose would be the word I am looking for in this particular case. I did go over things in my head again and again as i always do, second guessing my decisions is apparently a favorite past time of mine. I am sure how ever that this is the right course of action if anything coming here was the wrong.
As I walked through downtown most of it being closed at only a little after 7pm... Yes downtown closed at 7pm... How tame of them. I did come upon this delightful dingy alley with a couple small bars, one even had mardi gras beads hanging on one of the signs... a sign being a sign how appropriate right and most of all there was... A strip club?
It was the fabled Brass Stable I had heard about it, it is actually a landmark for some obscure reason. I was told it is where old dancers go to die so I decided in the spirit of supporting single moms to go inside. Upon entering I actually felt like I was home it was small not dirty but not classy but trying to be something. Five dollars got me in and there were a few passable and a very pretty dancer walking around in a mini trench coat acting as a flasher.
My brief time working in strip clubs has kind of hardened me to the flirtations of a gal trying to make a buck but I did tip on stage I always do.
I talked to the DJ Chris I think his name was ans we even talked about work they needed a DJ. I asked with no serious intentions unless something serious jumped out at me nothing did it was small time really but I still liked it there. One of the patrons there remembered me from the Vu and asked why i was still in town. I told him I leave this week not at Vu but not yet at New Orleans... not yet home.
I forgot that the strip clubs in this town even after working in one is BYOB cocksuckers that and the face i made for the 10.00 dollar bottomless glass of water which I did make a face. I tipped the waitress for her time talked left a number as a token gesture and left. It was ironic the only place i liked reminded me of home.
I am not superstious or not so much as the next level headed guy but I do have a few ideas on life. And yes some times we step off the path we were meant to go on and those who realize it can course correct for doing so. I believe that is what I am doing now. I do believe that our lives in some way are maped out a stream so to speak. If you can get out of the water for a minute and just look where it is going you can know where you are going a lot better.
Some things are meant to be...
When I lived in philadelphia and worked at Holt's Cigars there was a game/comic shop not far from there. I would go by after work to see what they had in stock. This day they had a copy of a gamebook I had been waiting for and wanted even though i did not have the spending cash at the time. I debated back and fourth pros cons cigar money... Then said fuck it I will buy it and got in line. They do not usually have a line there business sucked for this stuff in center city. There was also a hold up so I took the moment to reflect and decided fuck it I put the book back and left. I went to this cigar bar above Holt's for a beer and to have a smoke at the time I had a roomate who hated cigars and it was winter. I am not pleased with 45 minutes in the cold.
Well as soon as i got there went up the stairs and sat down i heard a commotion outside and saw people looking down at the street (The bar was above Holts') and as it turns out. A man lost control of his car the accelerator had stuck it jumped the curb and struck (Landed) on an old lady killing her instantly. If I had waited just a few more minutes for that book I would have been there too.
So yes I try to follow my intincts my hunches... coming here I admit it was partly greed I allowed myself to be seduced by the promises of milk and honey... The milk although good was not fresh and the honey was imitation. After trying to fit in I learned you really can never try something fits or it doesn't and this town didn't its people attitude all left a sour taste in my mouth.
The reason why I feel that I was never meant to leave was just life... as I went through my life here I was always bombarded by reminders of home. Movies television (I had no idea were about New Orleans or took place here) as well as other reminders from people and such. Hell a rather un astutue dancer looked at me once just talking about it and said "You miss it huh"
I did...
Now you can chalk this all up to wishful thinking and rationalizations true but this trip was not even suppose to happen. Two months ago when I was planning for the ticket I was looking at going to Florida because of a possible business oppurtunity in the future and to see friends there. Turns out my friend Edward's wife was pregnant with twins and things were going crazy what with openning the bar and her being preggersx2 they felt bad but asked if we could postpone me coming out there, so I course corrected and booked a flight to New Orleans...
It was not long after that I learned of the things going down at the club.
and here i am now...

Maybe life is like a puzzle we just need to learn to not try and put it together with the pieces turned over.

Watching Dexter apparently makes me rather retrospective.

Sun, 25 Oct 2009 23:56:50 GMT

I am waiting for my dinner to cool. The day is drawing near tomorrow I ship what few boxes I have, and print out my ticket for Thursday.
As I ponder all of this there is a air of trepidation not fear mind you, just I think a inkling of what happens next really. Leaving and moving away to the not so unknown is the only feeling really. No loss I will not really truly miss anyone here except maybe for those moments with my girls.
I worked closer with them then I did anyone else at the club really. More then the cocktail waitresses that came and went, except for the ones that became dancers whom I worked with more. Not the management nor hospitality really I just never grew close with anyone here, and not because I did not try i did. The few times I hung with anyone after work it was honestly a customer or a dancer not a co-worker.
Sad really... I however am glad for the friends I have in NoLa who await my return. Some of these same people I knew in the same amount of time really but people good people who took the time to get to know me. Those who put fourth the effort something I truly cherish and missed about NoLa. It was a place where making friends was not a chore and in my opinion never should be to begin with. It took leaving to remind me of that and how much I missed it. I have no illusions of going back into the belly of the beast known as Bourbon street I may have a rough time of it at first none the less that is not going to stop me.

Spilling my guts for catharsis and cigars oh my...

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 07:19:26 GMT

So I got the phone call earlier this afternoon from Jason saying i will not be needed anymore accepting my resignation now as opposed to two days from now as scheduled. No sorry dude no nothing they were done with me and there you have it. And yes by phone more then likely because he like with the other DJ was too much of a coward to do it face to face. He made another manager do it the last time.

Ok so maybe one may look at this and see bitterness also maybe a bit of petty revenge and I will not begin to deny there is some angst involved in what your about to read.
But what will be read after this point is fact...

I left Vu because I heard from more then one source that me and another DJ were being bad mouthed by the new regime. The regime that replaced what i would call the old guard.
By new regime/old guard I mean upper management IE general managers and good ole boys of the owners (By good ole boys I mean cousins maybe sons too).
I admit we (Me and previous managers) had our differences but we worked together, and for that even if i did not agree with them I respected them.

My only real problem with management was lack of communication which they had in spades. The fact such a problem was never dealt with by the Old Guard is not entirely their fault. It was something that should have been dealt with and never was.
Just as its their job to make things run smoothly its the Old Guards job to make sure they run smoothly...
That ball was not only dropped heinously it was also kicked into traffic...
Which is what lead to the new regime that is running everything under.

I had managers who had actually come to me about what was going on disgruntled and had it with the new state of things. Fact is I feel for one or two of them because hustler treats everyone like shit from GM's down. I made more money then the GM and unless by more money I mean bringing home 500.00 a night then those guys get shafted.
And they do! The fact they seem to take it like red headed step children for the sake of being able to be a big shot baffles me.

The new regime...
Did I mention the new GM looked me square in the eye and told me that he considers DJ's to be and I quote... "Strippers with cocks..." I will be honest I think i was never more offended not only by the remark against what i did for a living but for the negative connotations it had on the girls i work with, did I mention that the new DJ replacing me is this guys son...
Oh the irony...
You get any Hustler manager alone and you can hear a entire tirade of how much they despise strippers... when they are not sleeping with them.

Pushing the towns legal envelope on proper strip club practices also had me worried about my job. This is not Bourbon street here shit gets enforced!

I also left because to be honest I was more then a little ashamed/disgusted of the fact i worked for managers who charged a dancer for missing days because she had a miscarriage.
Yes you read right they charged a dancer... A dancer who never gave me grief drama or anything of the kind mind you (A girl I wish I could clone because that shits rare!) and hard working and charged her for losing her child because she missed scheduled days.

Another manager who had a short shelf life would be the one who while either Drunk Doped up or just plain dumb ran his car into a tree... I am going to sound callous when I say this but my feelings are my feelings...
"It could not have happened to a nicer guy."
I worked with this man before and walked out on him then. He is the kinda guy who shakes your hand while holding the knife he wants to use to cut your mattress open for money behind his back.
When he came to Vu/Nashville to work here I never said a word of what i knew i waited and asked because eventually HE shot his mouth off about having worked with me.

He is quite honestly one of the very reasons I said I never work for Deja Vu again, should have stuck to that lesson but I gave Hustler a second chance...
By the way this was their 3rd chance and they treated me just as well so yes i do not blame hustler/vu for this nonsense.
I honestly blame myself for thinking a scorpion is a kitten.

A good friend said it best... If your not kissing their ass then your a trouble maker and your gonna be gotten rid of sooner or later.

When this new shift was beginning I was actually optimistic I had high hopes although a few fears mind you but really thought there was going to be a shift for good.
I could not have been more wrong. In my final weeks I had dancers, hospitality, waitresses even come to me disgusted by all the shit going on their now.
and to even be fair i will say some of it was because they were trying to crack down on things. Hospitality was a pain in the ass to deal with most of them never did their job right but that was also because none of them were ever really trained just hired and thrown to someone else who was hired maybe a week ago. How can you blame them then for not doing their job right.
From where i stand that is not good business practice but what do i know I am just a stripper with a cock...

I actually experienced something like this when i first got here because they never told me what I needed to know going from a New Orleans club venue to a Nashville club venue. And I am many things but I am not a fucking mind reader.It was the dancers who actually helped me out with that more then management ever did and for that I loved them.
To the old guards credit they actually took my beef to heart and apologized. But that example is exactly the kind of thing that gets done there. That and their rehiring practices scream bloody murder when it involves them hiring not only some one caught ripping off dancers but who also threatened to bomb the club... Yes you heard or read right bomb the fucking club.

If this wasn't a ploy to drive business into the ground to get out of a lease or something I would be shocked. Then again I do not give this company that much credit or its owners.

I had not thought about it...

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 19:15:11 GMT

But what if in these last few days I was asked to stay...
The new manager seems to have taken a interest in me asking about me leaving granted he did not ask me to stay but what if he did? Having talked with him a few times I get I do not get the same vibe I did from previous management. I worked with him last night and although we did not interact much that just means he had no beefs management these days only comes to me with a problem. In my book that is fine because i enjoy working without them over my shoulder.

I thought about it and at the moment I do not know what my answer would be, knowing the climate in this town I am hesitant.
That though was only due to if I had to find other work.
I know coming here was not a mistake but misguided. As I had told my other half AKA the brutha from another Mutha Tedd. While I was in New Orleans I wanted to test myself and prove i could do this and make a living of it some where else due to me believing New Orleans being broken and although New Orleans is... well it is broken strip clubs seem to be the same every where it is the coolest job to have in the world till your first night...

It also did not dawn on me that if I could make a living doing this in New Orleans I have already passed a big test... I made a living doing this in New Orleans!
Like a good friend Tedd stood back and waited for it to sink in... it takes time for it to sink in with me granted I admit that. Granted i do not even know if New Orleans will be a permenent move I still would like to take the act on the road just not in the bible belt anymore.
A word of advice...
If your profession is vice don't do it in the bible belts buckle...
Also never trust a Hustler Manager... Which I guess brings this blog post full circle in that regard I have to say I have grown... Comfortable? Complacent? with the money I have made here and the living despite not liking where i live.
Many of the girls are not happy with me leaving and want me to stay dare i say it if i did would I be doing it for them as well as me?
They are my girls after all each dysfunctional one of them. All i said was I miss home but truly others know, some suspect it is more then that.
I had thought about throwing my two cents in to the new manager upon leaving not a fuck you buddy but a hey here is some advice I fell comfortable giving that I tried to give and help with other managers.
On a lighter note i do love the hypocrisy in the new GM who looked me square in the eye and said "DJ's are just strippers with a cock." yet his son is a DJ my soon to be on his way replacement. Others have met him already and "Coke head who cannot keep his hand off his cock in public" was the discription I got...lol
I already heard other dancers talking about with holding tips from th guy already...lol
I know you cannot tell because of this being written word but...

I am smiling already!

So I am watching Dexter

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 06:51:38 GMT

I love it already and I am taken by the writing and a bit fascinated by the psychology of the main character.
I do not say i do not feel i do but I do however find myself understanding many of his points of view i do not believe in the feigned sense of belonging. You either belong or you don't niether is bad. Forcing one to do the other would be the real tragedy.
Which is a fatal flaw of the fear the different society we now dwell in today where we point and mock those open with who we are while all the time we do not even realize the wolves that may hide amongst us simply because they act like everybody else. Still waters run deep, and deep waters are treacherous. Filled with many dangerous things.

The point i am making is he feels nothing and talks a lot about faking that feeling and sometimes I wonder... Perhaps i feel too much?
There was a scene in episode four where you find out this one cop well he was looking for the perfect ten year anniversary gift for his wife. We only at the episodes end to find they have been separated for three months now. She let him see his daughter and it occurred to me.

I could never do that never be with someone and lose so much because I know I would feel too much. Love is precious and it has a short shelf life... Sometimes...

Perhaps I have said too much...

It was a good day... I mean night...

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 09:33:46 GMT

Its raining now been raining off and on all night it is kind of pretty out really the air had a slight chill. I donned my jacket and hat and set out to work. It turned into a surprisingly good evening made a decent wage but then again we had a decent crowd and I had all as i like to call it A-Team girls. That being girls that tip and are not cheap.
The board made me realize my decision to leave was a sound one... 11 girls tonight just 11 a first for tuesdays and i have heard the numbers through out the weekend have even been dropping.

Their scaring them off. Plain and simple their making them unwelcome, hiring the wrong element, and just alienating everyone. I set back and listen when people come to the booth and talk to me i seem to have become the clubs (Employees) bartender.
Again I have said little and listened a lot to what people had to say and I am sad i am leaving but do not regret my decision I will miss most of the girls a great deal.
I am listening to tapping the Vein at the moment a indie goth group I came across in Philly back in the day, I do enjoy their music.
Gods i want to get this over with each day seems longer and the final day seems further away. I may even have a line on work already at Babe's Cabaret i spoke to a friend who works their thanks to a lead a friend i knew here who worked their recently gave me.
It was a plan to hit Babes upon my arrival but i was able to get a hold of Jason sooner then later and may have already yielded some positive results.

So there is this tanker truck see..

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 08:59:47 GMT

The apartment building I live in sits on the corner of a street and a alley. Across the alley is a lot where they store trailers from trucks. Not bad really its not too noisy really. Thing is I was just taking the garbage out and as i was coming back I saw a tanked truck one of those ones that carries some liquid or another and there was that ladder...
That lonely ladder in the night just begging to be climbed calling to me beckoning to my sense of what the fuckism and I thought to myself well I never climbed on top of a tanker truck before.

After they finished putting the cast on my arm from the fall I thought better of what i had done i managed to tell them i fell down my steps at the building since no one saw me fall as i was climbing down the ladder and slipped like a dumb ass...
I was lucky I did not get caught and truth be told the drugs they gave me are pretty sweet maybe I can get some to the girls at work as a good bye gift... heh... Shit I do not know how i am going to pull work off either... not too mention this stupid stunt was money I can't fucking afford.

HA-HA! fooled all of you! Suckers!
You actually would believe i fell off a truck ladder come on that's silly you people are so damned easy I swear. It was awesome I even took a piss while i was up there never did that before. Granted i know the piss might have been pushing it but fuck all I had to the timing was awesome and no one was around and they don't have cameras... at least i hope not, then again my cock is online already ain't gonna matter now anyways...

Anywho you guys are funny and i am sadly sober...

So sad really

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 10:32:18 GMT

Not gonna lie I miss New Orleans I do remember my mistakes and have learned some things about the industry I work in that will I hope help me better upon my return.
On a sadder note more then a few of the girls have already expressed their dismay over me leaving the news is finally getting around and they don't want me to go...
If it was just that easy...
It sucks and I rather not lie to them when I say its because I miss New Orleans but the fact remains its mainly the way things are going at the club and the politics of this town. I hate tucking tail and running but the fact of the matter is none of us are well received there at all.
I was absolved of having to come to the employee meeting today and Hal mentioned one of the DJs was leaving he would not even mention my name but considering i am the only DJ not at the meeting it seemed kinda stupid everyone saw through it at that point and i got a few texts asking where i was... lol
I will admit I may have stayed if anyone of the managers had asked or even talked to me but all I have gotten is grudging acknowledgment at best which makes me not regret my decision one bit.
A few as in a handful of people there know the truth to some degree in they know me saying I miss New Orleans is just a excuse. I wanted to tell them that its just me doing what I have to do getting out before they decide i am not of use to them.
I want to tell DJ #2 they almost got rid of him but were talked down so he can cover his ass but he has contacts he will be ok... For now at least.
I do not have such perks especially now that the guy who brought me here has failed so miserably I think they may even be getting rid of him soon who knows... such a waste really.

On a funnier note I was told that at the meeting Hal had mentioned his son was coming in from Tampa to be the new DJ... Hmmm... This from the man who looked me square in the eye and told me DJs are strippers with cocks...
I wonder if that is how he feels about his son?

Me or or not me that is the question!

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 04:04:28 GMT

Below any gamer may know is from a game series now defunct mind you for 3.0 D&D. Scarred Lands was the setting the one i worked freelance on here and there for a few of their books. A friend emailed this to me ironically it was before i moved to New Orleans i have kept this file all these years...

Scarred Lands: The Blood Bayou
Deep in the cypress swamps of northern Termana, the creature known as Jack
of Tears rules a realm that serves neither god nor titan. Though outwardly
joyful, the kingdom masks a dark and evil soul. Served by the fearsome
carnival krewes and even more fearsome things, Jack of Tears also known as
Momus, the Laughing Man weaves a web of intrigue and treachery though toward
what ultimate goal, none can say.

I still enjoy this read from time to time and Dan the Man thanks again brutha!

It may also explain why i miss NoLa so...

If I was a Evil Genius

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 07:46:15 GMT

As opposed to the evil genius I am now...
My friend Anthony out in Jersey once commented that i am so a evil mastermind looking type and I have to say... A higher IQ and the law are the only things stopping me these days.
But if I could if I might i would do the following...
Things I would have...
1, A PDA dedicated to the 100 rules all evil madmen should abide by.

2, A non hidden fortress, if its not hidden it can never be discovered thus nothing for me to worry about!

3, A underling just as smart as me but also just as smart to realize that even if he can take over my operation he will know i will take him with me. Thus putting all thought of usurpation out of the question.

4, A program of diligent animal cross breeding starting with the Rockie mountain spotted fever tick, and the Americanized killer bee there by creating my army of pissed off flying blood suckers!

5, My friends/Boozers of the Apocalypse although not given positions of power would be given lucrative positions thus maintaining their loyalty, for no other reason then to continue their way of decadent life on my Island of Dubious Do...
Dennis your in charge of prostitution and gambling.
Tedd you can have my entire propaganda through art university to mold make me proud.
Thad your in charge of the cigar plantations and distilleries.

6, Declare war on America and when they storm my beaches surrender and receive war reparations for life to fund my plans to covertly destroy George Lucas, Bob Saget, and Michael Bay.

7, Force Sony to fucking give up the rights to Spider-Man

8, Buy disney and make it the largest porn production industry known to man starting with Daisey Does Euro Disney.

9, The Eifel Tower becomes the worlds largest septic fountain!

10, Double check the last 8 statements with rule number one to be safe.

William

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 02:53:50 GMT

William was a friend of a friend a guy I met and briefly worked with when I did some landscaping in New Orleans. He was a decent guy warped like the rest of us and a kind fellow.

He let me stay in his spare room when me and Thad were evicted from our place when the new landlord decided to not continue with our lease from the previous landlord. An since the previous landlord had lied to us about the filling of our leases we were left high and dry. That was also when I was looking for work after getting shit canned at Rick's Cabaret

He had his faults he was human like the rest of us he also had his crosses to bare with sickness and such. He always use to tell me he medicated the old fashioned way when he drank and that is where I got it from.

He passed away a few months before I left New Orleans...
He was good people.

I will never forget how good a person he was.

My new Motto

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 09:53:10 GMT

I like to work hard I do not like work made hard for me to do...

Hers a example.
The new computer for the club is on its way. I am told it will solve so many problems because the music on it is all certified good music for the club. I love this it makes my job easier evens the playing field and well that's awesome really.
The reality...
The computer arrives...
In the first 30 minutes of looking through it i found duplicate files, and songs without title listings. 4 out of six rob zombie songs with no title... shit like that.
Oh and some files won't load and some are incomplete. I mean I do not try to brag about what i do for a living but I think So Hot by Kid Rock is more the a minute and 34 seconds long...

The other computer on Nov 1st is being replaced the database erased and the same stuff from the other comp is to be linked. So this kinda sucks because this new database is really a huge step backwards and oh the music selection is really not thought out at all...
I mean 3 Disturbed songs none of which are Down with the sickness while we have 25 Def Lepard songs...
Not a big deal unless you realize that this is only a 3,000 song database compared to the 8,500+ database we had (Say 7,000 even after cleaning up redundancies)
We were told get the girls use to the big changes, then i find out that all the new music files from the old computer are simply going to be transferred to the new one, I can even bring music in now. This whole thing was just a exorcise in starting over and it will be starting over with the same mistakes because of what we are already beginning with here.
Before i learned this i offered to help fix the problem on my own time and the fixer Hal just gave me another condescending answer which he is apparently fond of doing.

The grapevine informs me girls are already upset, and that we are going to be losing many of them soon. I also learned that we only had 14 girls last night on a saturday which that low of a turn out alarmed a few people working at the club. Thats about a 3rd less then the average saturday night and I had more girls then that on my 2 dollar tuesday.

The Douche.

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 19:17:55 GMT

So last night I worked with yup you guessed it nick The Douche... People are already coming to me about it too. Dancers, Hospitality, Managers even... LOL

I even got to tell one of the managers and I quote... "I know you worked for the company for five years now but i feel i can finally tell you, Welcome to Hustler."
That was my response to him informing me he is by all means looking for greener pastures. He even hinted at Jasons complete brain frag as being the reason people from the outside had decided to come in and clean this mess up. I had already suspected his supposed stepping down was a demotion. it was also confirmed a while back and just got reinforced last night. Talk about backing the wrong fucking horse...

We have one of the new computers with the new library in now too and its a mess. Its the exact opposite of what i was hoping for, why i am surprised is embarrassing.
3000 songs a third of what we had not that bad mind you BUT... it was done hastily and it is a sloppy slapdash job. Broken files, duplicates, groups with no song listings so we do not know what they are, and incomplete songs...
Hell I even offered to fix it on my own time and got a shitty condescending response basically meaning NO! (From Hal) The man he thinks and I quote.
"DJ's are strippers with a cock..." This quote is fact because he told me this to my face.
We have had a steady problem at the club since it does not work on a Booth Rental Policy due to taxes in Nashvile we get paid and tipping is optional.
This means dancers do not have to come to me when they leave if they are not going to tip me. No big deal but here is the rub. If they do not tell me they leave i do not take them off rotation. The stage can go empty for a song if there are dancers doing couch dances because I cannot end a song early. I mentioned this to The Douche and he looks at me and goes you get paid a salary what do you need tips for... Not even what i was coming back there for but that spoke volumes... Anyway after he shot his mouth off i explained and yes he agreeded that sign in slips (Only used in a booth rental policy) should still be used if only to make me aware of dancers leaving the club.
Before last night I had debated on actually sticking around waiting it out seeing if there well... If its going to be ok, maybe things will even out once we leave the choppy waters of transition.
Oh yeah and a long time member of hospitality walked off the job lastnight...

Sunday sunday yawn Sunday

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 11:36:36 GMT

Well it was only told to me Saturday that home game Sundays we open at 3pm as opposed to 6pm no biggie did worse shifts on a regular basis on Bourbon street so bring it.
It was not so much a stressful but a taxing night as it sucked ass the customers did not do much and I did not have that many dancers. A usual Sunday thing unfortunately. The curse of my shifts are most of them suck. I still make decent money but they suck the highlight of my week for money is 2 dollar Tuesdays... Anyone having experience (Tedd) with that particular day/shift now knows some of my pain.
The fixer (Hal) had a meeting with the hosts and I was "Invited" since I was there. Many issues were addressed as i observed and yes i felt they all needed to be addressed but as i said before you see a problem child, problem parents are not far behind... This is the same in my opinion with staff and management. I will not get into that...

He did make a point of saying he has a email in box full of requests from DJ's for work (Apparently none all that qualified in his opinion.) in regards to something then went out of his way to assure me that was not a thinly veiled threat, and in fact it may not be... But I have made the mistake of working for this company in the past and in the present something i am still ready to kick myself for.

I am still just trying not to make any mistakes in this regard and to not let my emotions get the better of me with whats going on here...
Is my job safe... I do not know.
Do I trust management... Well some of the management I trust is planning on getting out of dodge, the ones coming in and staying no I do not trust, been failed by them already or before.
Do I feel like I am getting a fair shake in all of this... Again no but who does really.
Do i like living here... No Its cheap but it ends there.
Do I like the people... No most have turned out to be not worth the time i dedicated to them from failed commitments to do something to just being eh people in general.
I have more in depth talks with my cabbie and my landlord then i do with any of the people i work with or have hung out with.
The people that seem to be worth the time are not from this area a very similar trait to my time living in Philadelphia, most of my good friends there were not from there.

Is part of this homesickness yes I admit that I miss the city the french quarter and my friends.
New Orleans maybe my next port of call as i may in fact be returning there but I also want to check out oregon because i heard from many sources here and in new orlean that it is a good area for what i do. Just do not know where to go how to go about it and the fact remains I have no contacts there what so ever.

Oh... and yes i am that smart.

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 09:40:47 GMT

I resolved the ME having to clean up after work deal.
First I asked if Jay the other night DJ does any cleaning and I was told no he does not. Either something fishy is going on or the shit just has not hit him yet.

Simple enough though... I went to the head of hospitality explained the situation gave him ten bucks for the tip kitty and said I asked you said it was not needed. Done and Done.

I R Clever baboon!

Get a load of this shit...

Thu, 17 Sep 2009 09:29:14 GMT

I saw one of my girls at work and called her over to the booth. She is pregnant mind you but does not look it. She is a sweet heart too never any fuss good tipper professional through and through.
I commented that her being such a workaholic and doing such long hours that her kids gonna be born a tough little bastard... That's when she informs me that she had a miscarriage...

I never... ever... EVER! Felt like more asshole douche bag in my entire life then i did then and there. She was not mad again proving how cool she was because i did not know.
Of course she did inform me that for the two days she missed scheduled work for the miscarriage (A death in the family mind you) they fined her 40.00 for each fucking day...

THE WOMAN LOST HER GODS DAMNED CHILD AND THEY ON TOP OF HER LOSS CHARGED HER FUCKING MONEY UPON WALKING IN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This has to be one of the sanest most professional dancers i ever worked with and she never causes them any grief... well apparently aside from LOSING HER FUCKING CHILD!

I do not like this and it does not set well with me and i know new management here is to blame.
I saw josh one of the dancers at the cock bar and got his number not only did he confirm their DJ sucks (Not that kind mind you) but they ARE looking for new DJs. I go there tomorrow to feel it out.

I no longer respect this club or my management staff.

What to do...

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 22:03:50 GMT

Well still angered from last night and quite honestly not at all feel like going to work (Bad sign) but I will (damn it) I did tell Murdon my landlord that I may head back home before the years end and he was cool about it.

He did warn me about how things are in New Orleans right now and this is something I am well aware of and dread. Again if I am going to be without work some where better there then here. I am going to look at other clubs first though and see what they have to offer I check one out tomorrow night and the other out Friday night.

Its funny really I went into the office last night and nick (The Douche)... I like that Nick The Douche was there with Brian and I asked (BTW notice no demeaning surname after Brian's name) about bringing a song in for a dancer for a theme set and of course The Douche goes on about yeah they take precedent and you worked with me before you should know that.

Later I told Brian that the funny thing about this is I never DJed when i worked for The d
Douche... So how the fuck does he know, I know what he wants!

Not to mention no matter how uniform these clubs try to be they never all operate the same... How small minded of a fuck do you have to be when someone asks your permission and you act like a douche.

I got another unknown call from someone looking for the previous owner of this number. I am finally getting a new phone tomorrow ala cricket i heard good things about them from some of the crew at work so expect a new number by the weekend.

Bloody fucking sons of whores!

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 08:55:24 GMT

I worked with the new manager tonight...
It went awright till the nights end I am chilling out and he looks at me and goes why ain't I helping clean up.

I said I clocked out I am waiting on the girls.

He goes on about how I am a part of hospitality... Actually i am not I am not required to be at a hospitality meeting... I am required to be at DJ meetings however...

And truth be told I would be more inclined if the hospitality there were more on the ball. I never was informed of a single VIP room with out seeing it first and asking their texting and bullshitting and I got to deal with shit because their not paying attention!!!!!
Then I got to help them clean!!!! NO FUCKING WAY!

I also mentioned to Brian one of the... the only manager I trust and told him what Hal one of the new guys said to me about DJ's... How he considers them to be nothing more then strippers with cocks. Apparently that shocked Brian by the look on his face. He had apprently said it to them but never thought he would say it to one of us.

I also heard they want us to increase our weekly revenue by 15,000 by the end of the year to 40,000 a week...

Are they watching the same cnn the rest of us are? The one that says people got no fucking money...!

The cracks in the leevies are starting to show...