bittersweet

Got one week of pay. The first week of Feb. pay will be paid to me next month. Fair enough. At least I'm not broke anymore.

I went into the ghetto club with glasses, no makeup, and messy hair, so my boss literally didn't recognize me.

Mama asked me if I could work tomorrow (or today), from like 11pm~12am. In my head I thought "hells no!" but I said "maybe, try calling me."

Me and D-girl talked outside about crap. She asked the boss if she could get my pay for me, so I don't know what the drama was all about before. She's seriously looking for some real, daytime work. While we were shooting the breeze, a customer that comes in now and then who really likes trannie clubs in the gay neighborhood of Shinjuku walked into the club. I said "hi" but he didn't recognize me with my glasses either. D-girl said "bye," and I heard ice clinking into a serving bucket and mama and the girls welcoming him as the door closed on the ghetto club.

goodbye. I felt a little bittersweet.