This is what I needed to do to Sharon...spend a ridiculous amount of money on a first class flight and seduce her in the bathroom...no sarcasm...that would have been awesome.
The Friendlier Skies
If Cleanliness is Next to Godliness…
If you've never seen a woman sprint in 7" stilettos, well...it's a sight because she can't just run like a normal person. Extremely high stilettos are like horse hooves: you have to pick your feet up higher than normal to make sure you don't trip and go head first into the dirt. And trying to…
I’m Rubber and You’re Glue, Whatever Sticks to Me…Ew.
For the first time, Nate grew a set of balls. He was showing off for his wife. I was impressed. I'd never really heard him raise his voice at anyone. Actually, I didn't really have a major problem with him until he stupidly started fucking Jen. But then again, why wouldn't he? They had been…
All’s Fair in Love and Bitch Slaps
Irritated doesn't begin to describe what I was feeling every time I stepped into the world of Jen: my own peers fawning over her like she was an oracle, asking hustling advice, laughing at everything she said, complimenting her taste in clothing. Barf. Traitors. I made sure to stay away from her and anything she…
“I’m tired of playing the brat.” ~ Casey Affleck
brat: noun a child, especially an annoying, spoiled, or impolite child (usually used in contempt or irritation). I've had many, many years of training when it comes to being a brat. That's why I'm so good at being a bitch. It's like the training wheels came off and my inner diva bloomed. Plus, I'm an extremely vengeful person: I believe in karma and all, but sometimes she moves…
Weigh-In #2
Death Became Me
Over the next several weeks, I was more motivated to work than ever. I wanted to be in her face as much as possible as a constant reminder of what a horrid thing she did. I wanted to think of myself as the walking dead in her eyes. IcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavediedIcouldhavedied. But I didn't, no…
Tampa, we have a problem…
I was at a crossroads. I wasn't sure how to react to this situation. Me, Jen - alone together in a small, locked room. Perhaps not the best situation - for her. But she obviously trusted that I wasn't going to go apeshit and beat her half to death. I was trembling. I had to…
Fuck.
Jen...Jen, Jen. Jen. Jen. Fuck. My safe haven has been compromised. Where else was I going to work? I could not for the life of me find the strength to will myself into accepting her as my boss. It would be too much of a bruise to my ego. I had to save face and…
Tit for Tat
Okay, so after a couple more weeks at Turbulence, it just wasn't my thing. I didn't like the crowd. I didn't like the music and I definitely didn't like the manager. And the tips I was bringing in just wasn't enough to make up for it. To recoup my losses, I doubled down on my…
The Southern Strip 