friday night

I don't care who reads this, I'm still writing.

So I spoke to Sensei (a nice customer who comes to our club more out of a sense of Japanese-style obligation than anything else) two nights ago about clubs in Ginza. He said that my boss is good friends with a mama in Ginza, and that I should work there. "You'd be real popular there!" he said.

Then last night he came in with two older, refined looking ladies. It was the Ginza mama and her younger sister. He brought them to introduce me, and I was nervous. They were nice though.

They said that my boss used to be a really great looking guy. Well I'll tell you one thing, he isn't anymore. Looks really are fleeting. At the end of the day, when your looks fade, it just kind of sucks because all that's left is whatever crap you have on the inside. Like my boss is just a tired, jittery weird guy with a combover and that weird, pickled-preserved look a lot of night workers have. How come night workers get that look?

I didn't expect to be hearing from schools so soon. Another school got back to me and told me that they'd like to send my application to a slightly different department, and the Chair (I think that title's kind of funny) is interested in reviewing it. I said "alright!" Even though they were basically kind of saying that they didn't want me in their department, but it's not a rejection rejection!

Plus, got some good feedback from freelance projects that have been hanging over my head. I'm feeling more positive today.

Went out to a bar after work with Mia last night. She literally had luggage with her. She's been working as a Companion for so long, she's really in high demand and makes a lot of money in this season. So she had all these Companion outfits, wigs, curling irons, and records (she DJs too). It's like she's carrying her house around with her.

The bar was a funky little place with a big DJ booth and a bunch of DJ geeks spinning records and having a good time. It was like facial hair and baggy clothes central. I mean none of these guys looked like they had ever seen the inside of a hostess club, it was refreshing. No wonder Mia always goes there to chill after work. [side note to Tik, no I did not have a crush on the bar tender!]

We brought a customer over, and that customer got so drunk because he kept ordering dry martinis. Jesus. And I have three names which got annoying when one of Mia's guy friends tried to put me on the guest list for some party tonight (which I probably won't go to because I'm going over to my aunt's instead).

Alright, enough rambling. Back to work!