This is not a buffet

Was so enamored with the heart Origami, I nearly forgot I wanted to share this one:

Young lady comes in several times throughout the evening last Friday and she likes the Altoids. Second time, she takes one of the paper cups I have out and throws several Altoids in there. She does this like three more times. On the last visit, I had had enough. I walk up to her and say "Excuse me, but this is not a buffet," and I take the cup from her. She's got it half full of mints! She said she was just bringing mints to her friends, and I let her know I'm not here to feed the club mints. These are here for the enjoyment of my customers coming into the restroom and I cannot afford to provide mints for everyone out "there." "Oh, I'm sorry - you pay for these?" Well, yeah, dimwit - how else do you think they get there? I know, I know - folks assume it's the club, but that's getting real old.

Wouldn't have minded so much if she would have dropped me a dollar or two (or three with the amount of mints she took!), but nothing. Not a dime.

Incredible.

A heart in my tip jar

Last Friday night was a strange night; slow with bursts of busyness. And the women - no tips for a long time, and then bursts of everyone shoving a dollar in the jar. Did fairly decent for a slow night. At one point, when I was emptying the jar into my velvet bag, I found this at the bottom:

At first, I thought someone threw a heart-cutout just to be cute, but once I examined the Origami, I discovered it was a two dollar bill. How cool is that? Only bummer is I can't bring myself to unfold and spend the bill. It's just too cute.

Another theft

But this time, it wasn't from me. End of evening, I'm going through each stall as I usually do, and I notice one stall's trash bin was overflowing. I try to stuff it down and it's packed. I look and I notice a purse stuffed in there. A big, leather purse. And I think, wow - someone didn't want their purse anymore. But then as I pull it out, I notice underneath it is the contents; makeup bag, brush, perfume bottle, etc. But no wallet. So I figure, uh, oh - we've had a theft. Just then, security knocked and asked if I was all clear (and I was). I give the purse to him and explain that I think we've had a theft. He said, "Ah, I'll bet this is the missing purse."

It was a nasty evening, anyway. So many young "ladies" cursing up a blue storm. Had to have security come clear the room; had a puker in a stall for over 20 minutes. Just weird. Didn't help that I had been ill this week - caught a nasty-assed cold. So I wasn't feeling so hot anyway. But, dang, it was rough tonight.

So, I'm in the elevator going down to my car and I notice the purse. A fellow is holding it and the hand of an obviously distraught young lady. I said, "oh, that's your purse?" He said, yes - it was snatched from the back of her chair. He asked what I knew and I told him where I found it. I told her I was sorry; she was crying; feeling so bad. She said she was trying to remember what all she had in there. I again said I was sorry that it had happened.

We all get off the same floor of the parking garage and as I'm walking to my car, the fellow calls out "wait a minute." I turn around and before I know it, he's grabbing my black sweater from my bag and asked his gf if this was her sweater. I said "no, that's mine," and make a grab for it. He held it out, showing it to his gf; she said no, it's not mine - give it back. He hands it to me, saying "we're upset."

Yeah, well, buddy, that upset me. I would never steal. Period. From my customers or anyone else. That's just so wrong. I'm so sorry that happened to her/them, but damn - to practically accuse me of stealing her flipping sweater; I found her purse, for God's sake. Why would I have turned her purse in if I was the one doing the stealing?

(sigh) Nasty night. Surprised I made as much as I did. Hope tomorrow brings a nicer crowd.

Thieves

It's happened many times; I turn my back or leave the closet for just a moment (to run a glass to the bar or towels to the kitchen, etc.), and someone snatches something. Most disconcerting to know that there are people out there that do not care enough about their fellow man to reduce themselves to stealing a $1.99 tin of Altoids or a $9 bottle of VS lotion. I know there are bank robbers and desperate druggies, but not from every day, normal women out for an evening.

Friday night, I'm in the middle of setting up - I'm right there, and had just put out a brand new tin of Altoids. I turn around and that tin is gone, my tip sign is in the sink with water running on it and my kitty picture is on the floor. Weekend before, it was my half-empty Victoria Secret Love Spell lotion. WTF?

Why? I just don't get it. And then to be even meaner on top of the theft by trying to ruin my property.

The worse theft was near the beginning of my restroom career; someone helped themselves to my tip jar. And it happened while I was in the room! Just replacing empty roles of TP - came out and of course, I noticed right away that my jar was empty. Can't remember now exactly how much it was (wasn't much - like $10 or $15, but still), but I do remember how upset I was. That I was busting butt so that someone could go and buy themselves a drink or whatever with the fruits of my labor. I hurt so bad over something so hateful - I wanted to quit right then. I now empty my jar many times a night - it goes into a velvet draw-string bag that I keep down below with my kit - takes once to get bitten, I guess, but I learned.

And these women think nothing of helping themselves to things that they think are free. I've stopped many a woman from walking out with a fistful of chocolates or lollies - had one once take a new package of cough drops and stick it in her pocket! Another that went into one of my containers and took out a four-pack of Twisps (the water-less toothbrushes) and put that in her purse. Amazing. And then they're surprised when I call them on it and ask them to put it back. "Oh, I thought it was free," is the common statement I get. I swear if I hear "are these free?" one more time, I'm going to lose it. Do you not see the "Gratuties are appreciated" signs? Get a freakin' clue. And yes, sure, you can take a chocolate or a cough drop or a toothbrush, but not the whole damn thing. They're surprised to learn it's coming from my pocket and not the restaurant's.

These are the women I see at an "all-you-can-eat" buffet with plates piled yea high and putting it in a plastic bag that will go into their purse to take home. Pigs. Selfish pigs.

All about SEX

Saturday night was interesting at the club; slow (surprisingly, most folks go to costume parties as opposed to going out to a nightclub on Halloween), but fun. So many different costumes; so many different personalities.

One observation I had - the majority of the costumes were ultra-short with garters and hose and high heels. Police woman, gladiator, alien, ladybug (bugs were big this year; bees, butterflies, etc.), doctor, cowgirl, etc. - it all looked like lingerie. The two girls that won the costume contest had corsets on with a skirt that had more material in the waistband than the skirt itself - oh, and Mardi Gras-type masks. Nothing I would call highly original or unique to warrant winning a contest... unless you're a male voting with your Johnson. Oh, they were very pretty (twins, they said they were) and nice to look at, but I saw a few other outfits that were way more original and imaginitive, that had the judges been female, would've won instead.

"I love you, Mama!"

When I first started this gig, a lot of the young girls would call me "Mama" and I was offended. Did I really look that old, I would think to myself. I don't feel like anyone's mother - don't have children; don't want children. Don't get me wrong. I love children, when they're behaved and being quiet. I guess I am old; I don't tolerate noisy kids very well. Love my nieces and my nepher to pieces, but I'm glad at the end of the day, they go home with Papa.

Boy, I get off-track easily. What I found out is that "Mama" is actually an endearment, since they don't know my name, but I'm there to take care of them. So, now I think that's sweet. Makes me feel nice.

Had a couple young ladies in the closet Saturday night, gushing how much they loved me, how nice and how sweet I was (boy, I've got them fooled, huh?). It had been a pleasant evening; not too busy, but tips were ok - not great, but ok. I've had worse evenings. But this one girl kept going on, til I told her to be careful; I just might think she's got a crush on me. She laughed and said "oh, don't worry - it's only until I'm sober! Besides, ewww - you're a girl!"

LOL She was so young. If she only knew...

Nice weekend

Isn't she cute? I found this on a site I get e-mails from daily (I signed up) - http://icanhazcheezburger.com
There's a link on there for dogs, too (http://ihasahotdog.com ). Nice way to start the day; with a smile. Anyway, I shared this photo with the young lady I work for and she loved it. She asked me to send her actual hardcopies (she's kind of a techo phobe) so that she could put it up in the restroom she works. So, of course, I put one up in my closet, too.

This past weekend was very nice. I was a little worried, since there was a beautiful full moon out, but other than a few "leave me a lone" types, everyone was real sweet. Made good money Friday night - kicked ass Saturday night (doubled what I made Friday). Saturday night worked out to $30.50 an hour, between my shift pay and the tips. Not too shabby for a part-time job, eh? That's a lot more than my day job!

THere was one young lady who had a little too much to drink Friday night. I noticed several ladies fluttering, giggling and pointing down on the floor by the first stall. When they left, I walked over to see who left what where so I could clean it up. Now, this was a first. I saw two shoes, jean-clad legs and a bare bum. Someone was obviously hugging the toilet, but must've dropped her pants to pee first, or something. I don't know - she wouldn't talk to me. I knocked and told her that her bottom was bare to the world, but she didn't stir. I then peeked through the door crack (yes, I will do that if I think somethings wrong in a stall) and noticed she had her head on the seat with her eyes closed. I banged on the door, calling out to her, trying to wake her up, but no luck. I thought about reaching in and slapping that bum, but I didn't want to get hit with some sort of harrassment suit. So, I was about to go get management when I noticed the shoes were now facing forward and I could hear zipping and flushing noises. I went out anyway, to find a security guard, when one of the night managers walked by. I pointed her out to him as she left the closet. The club has a very, very stict rule on drunks. They just won't tolerate them. If you are even suspected of being a little tipsy, they will escort you out. Don't blame them - they could get sued if something were to happen after they left the club and it comes back that they were served at the club.

But other than that, it was quiet (well, as quiet as it can be with the music blaring in there) - busy, but quiet. Both evenings went quickly. Makes me wish each weekend could go so smoothly.