Charity Hire=Fire

Hello Again,
We really must keep meeting like this!I am enjoying our time together so.
Back to Feather-Heather.Oh ,I forgot to tell you about that.Before I left on Thursday.....
She chose the stool directly in front of where I was sitting at the bar. "What name are you going to use here?"I asked.Every girl in the building had their ears trained on our conversation.Most of them try to pretend to be doing something while straining to hear every word said.A few of my less discreet "Old Faithfuls" don't even pretend anymore.They just sit as close as possible and stare straight in your face as you have a conversation they clearly are not (suppose to be) a part of.When she said "Feather"I was actually speechless(that's not something you see every day)."I'm sorry what did you say?".She repeated it.You would think she would feel even a tad silly asking people to call her Feather,but oh no she had not a clue.Again, I launched into the whole intimate setting spiel.Amost on cue the door buzzes and a client is admitted.As fast as possible I get a new name from her hoping to beat anyone else to the introductions.Too late they introduce her as Feather.This is an older gentleman dressed in casual business attire whom presents himself very well. He turns and gazes at each face as they are introduced reciting their name as he does so.When Isabella reaches her and says "Feather"the gentleman turns "hello Feather"."Heather" she says."Oh i'm sorry Feather Heather" he says seriously as he shakes her hand.Okay, it's been a looong day and as hard as I try it overcomes me and a giggling I uh go.That's one more person that thinks I have totally lost it.(If you didn't find the humor in it you are not alone.My husband said it must have been one of those you had to be there times.I laughed enough for all of us.)
Thursday night F/H(Feather /Heather)made a little money.Several clients got her to give them a tour but she isn't with the flow enough to close the deal yet.
We are onto Friday and F/H seems to be getting comfortable.Maybe it's not comfort but high i'm not sure yet.By midnight she is counting her money out loud in the main room(This is a major no-no.New girls should never flaunt money in the old timers faces.She has made like $330 in tips at this point.There are several ladies that are distraught to walk out on Friday with less than a grand.She has no perspective of her position on the money ladder.)At 3:00 she is at full blown obnixous level and I can barely take anymore.She is the worst dancer I have ever seen. You can not fathom the rhythmless sights we endured as she bumped and grinded to whatever music was in playing in her head.
This may come as a shock but I have been accused of being brutally blunt.For this reason I chose not to unleash my thoughts upon her.Adam didn't say a whole lot,his looks were even worse than if he had.Another person I was going to help.I have a way of making people into projects.They never work out but you know what they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions).Quite often things that anger or annoy most people amuse the hell out of me.I can find the humor in most things(very serious things that others around me are worried about can make me explode in laughter). When we closed and her ride was about 30 minutes late I was no longer laughing.
I had braced myself for Saturday night with her.Boy was I suprised to walk in and saw her dead to the world asleep.She was sprawled over a chair with her mouth open and her head on the armrest.One of the girls woke her when a client came in.My mental message of wanting to inflict great bodily harm upon her must have been received.She high tailed it into the dressing room.It took her about 40 minutes to get up the courage to come out and ask me if she could go home.Once again she had on no makeup and her hair looked like she had just rolled out of bed(or maybe out of one of my chairs).I had just finished the next weeks schedule."Saturdays always start off slow and we get a late rush.You have only been here 3 nights and if someone were given the opportunity to go home, first chance would go to those who have worked here the longest.I can not make you stay but I can tell you that if you leave now I will not have a position for you on the schedule.Reliability is something I stressed to you when I gve you a trial.I will go talk to Adam about it and you can take a few minutes to decide what you are going to do."I said.Adam was in total agreeance (not sure if that's a word to anyone except me) and reminded me he wouldn't have hired her at all.When I left the office she was still at the end of the bar obviously waiting to go.I made her wait a few minutes while I erased her name from the schedule and gave it to someone to post in the dressing room.She still wanted to leave so I said fine and turned my back to her.After she called her cab she had to audacity to ask if we would watch for her cab and let her know when it arrived."You were asleep, made no money tonight, are leaving early and want us to watch for your cab?NO!"
There was a message from her on my machine this morning asking when she could work again.How pathetic is that?She was probably jonesin last night and had enough money left from Friday to take care of it.So much for the place for her children to stay.You would think I would get use to this and expect it even.On the positve side we did make a few bucks off her and a couple of regulars got their new girl fix.What ever the case Good Riddance.

Comments

Hey there,

I just started reading your blog and find it very interesting. You were right in letting F/H go. People like that bring down the moral atmosphere of your type of business. Sometimes us "guys" will choose someone with alittle less looks that has an outgoing attitude, than just a drop dead good looking girl. Remember, we cum to your establishment because of something we are not getting at home. Most of the time that something is someone that is willing to do things sexually and not be asked. Almost like she WANTS to do it.
Anyway, great blog and I look forward to reading more of your posts.