Old picture

For some reason the Best Friend came across an old picture of us at the old club we used to work in together. She's looking very happy about the bottle of champagne that's sitting in front of her and a red-faced ugly little old customer. "Jesus, I must have really wanted that champagne" was her comment. She says she can't even remember being that hostess who worked so hard for bottles, dates and requests.

I look a little weird too. My hair and makeup are different, and I never wear that dress anymore. But it's not just that. There's a kind of stupid look on my face. I look kind of dumb.

We're older and wiser now. Well she is. I'm still a hostess. But I think my dumb expression has been replaced with a been-there-done-that kind of worn out look. Oh well.

I've been wanting to work for a higher end (or more competitive and higher paid) club. This place kind of pisses me off and mama is just a bitch. But I don't want to turn dumb again and get all excited about the bonuses I have to work hard for and compete against the other bitches to get.