if i walk down this hallway tonight it's too quiet 005

[empallin]

the barrel that i was claiming as mine was where the person doing pat downs would sit while it was slow. basically i only sat there at the bigining of the night. i prefered the easy and les dangerous job of doing the counter and hand stamp. all you had to do was hit the counter for each paid entry, help people find the top of there left hand so you could stamp it, and back up the other people at front. basically it was boring as hell during the busy times. because people so many people tried to slip in, i would sit on a stoll close to the register steching my leg across so that my foot was pressed against that barrel. then as each party was paid and stamped, i would move my leg so that they could pass. it was the easy way to cover all points and keep from having to chase people down when everyone was distracted by other people.

while sitting in this postion one night the head dj for the club comes cruising through. he was so busy talking and trying to look important and i was so distracted that it took both of us by surprise whenever he hit my leg. he starts yelling at me to let him by and some bullshit about knowing who he is. my sister gives me this little annoyed sign that yes he can go by. so i tell him that is fine but which one of the seven people with him is going in as his guest. then he starts screamiing something about getting me fired. Jennifer tells him to just go and then tells me that it will be dealt with later. he is still going off as they go to invade the dj booth. i sit there and watch as Ed starts to get the same face that my sister and i already have. i was thankful to see them leave as quickly as they came but could have done without his parting comments. a little while later Tom, the strip manager, comes over and asks me what happened because he has already heard one version of it. i just go completely off because i was ready to walk out at that point. Tom explained that he knew why always i sat like that and that information had already been passed. he was not aware of the fact that he had come in with so many boys in tow. even if they were not planning on staying. he then told me that i would be gtting an apology for the behavior i had to deal with. i told him that i did not expect or want and apology. i expected him to act civil the next time he came in. even if he was buddies with the owner of the clubs. he may have been head dj but this was not his club. he was not friendly but he was civil.

the next time someone tried walking past me things went from bad to worse quickly. one of the known dealers came walking by while my leg was not in place. as soon as i saw this little club kid out of the corner of my eye i dropped everything. for past offenses he was not supposed to be in there and then he tries too just walk in. i get in his face pretty much immediately and tell him he needs to pay if he is even going to be let in at all. he starts giving me attitude. not going to work. then he starts telling me that he works at one of the other clubs. i tell hime that i think he's is full of shit but fail to mention that if he is on the list of club employees there is not much i can do. well sorta. so i turn around to start to ask my sister to check the list. as it turned out Tom was right behind me. i didn't know how long he had been there but as it turned out he had just walked up after seeing me go at it with this one. he knew i was, and am, generally calm and quite and that if i was going at it like this something was definately up. so he asks me what is going on. before i could even finish explaining, he started tearing the guy a new asshole. the moron then tries telling Tom that he works at one of the clubs. apparently he was not aware that as the general manger Tom knew every employee by full name. that was the point where Tom started to bounce him hard. this kid had these elevated sneakers on that made it hard for him to walk anyway. so when he started getting pushed, it was no suprise that he fell down and went boom. he started screaming about how he was going to call the cops but we all knew that was a load of crap. most people aviod the cops when they are actively guilty of possesion with intent to distribute. we all knew it. everyone but him would have made sure the cops knew it as well.

this dolt had a sidekick, Donut Girl (for the breakfast chain she was seen working at), that had come in frequently by his side, so she started getting extra attention i had also noticed that Chris seemed to be a little too friendly when she came in. due to those serious warning i would always try to make sure she got a thorough pat down and bag check. during one of these checks she had all of these new revlon products that Mikey and i suspected were freshly stolen. she also tried coming in with a bag full of blow pops. i told that she could not bring them in because we did not allow food or drink from the outside especially an item that we sold. this was partially true. mostly it was because she was guilty by association with a known dealer and among some circles suckers are a popular form of transportion and distribution method for certian substances. not on my shift. once we started checking id's we able to get closer to finishing the job. we had made it clear one night that she was not getting in without id. so i took a close look at the one she produced. it was after curfew and she wasn't of age yet. then she tries to convince me that my math is wrong. so i turn to the Jennifer-2, whose bra i had undone and had basically been living with since she went home with me that night, and asked her what her birthday was. since their birthdays were so close it wasn't hard to figure out the point. let's just say one of them had the right year.

with word getting out that we were running a tight crew and doing things right our numbers started to really go up. there was less drugs, less kids, less attitude and more work. Tom made us all happy one night by telling us we would all be getting raises that amounted to something like three dollars an hour. we were keeping numbers consistanly high. Chris enjoyed some of his money by ingesting it. he came in one night completely shot. so he and i are sitting back behind the snack bar while explains that his is still coming down off extasy and thinks he should just stay back there with me all night while not doing a damn thing. my sister had worked the door several times drunk off her ass, so there was no way he was going to get away with doing nothing just because he was coming down. so i went into the storage room and got some supplies. i handed him a couple of b/c complex vitiamins that i took daily. i had received thanks several times before when i forced them on people who were in a state similar to the one he was in. i didn't like the facts but it made them hurt less. even if they did deserve it. i would have let Chris suffer but we would need him. after he took them i duct taped his arms to his body so that he couldn't fight. them taped him to the chair he was sitting in. after i was done i called Mikey back and explained the entire situation to him. after he stopped laughing we carried Chris face down to the front and gave him the counter and the hand stamp. Tom didn't even want to know why. most people thought it was funny. one of his friends kept coming up behind him and tilting his chair forward as far as he could. he actually stayed like that for a while until one of his friends let him go. then she wanted us to redo it when she heard the reasons why.