17 posts tagged “chiba girl”

Dancer Girl had her abortion. She apologized to her baby over and over and told him she's so sorry it wasn't the right time, but when it is the right time, please come back to me.

She's changed. Something changes once you really, really understand from the very heart of you that you can be a mother.

She's very angry at the baby daddy for being a complete bastard-selfish-loser. But hello, he never hid the fact that he was a drunk male whore. And to be honest, she wasn't acting like the most responsible girl on the block either. But now she's angry. Very angry. "I'm buddhist, but I seriously want him to go to hell," she said. And she was absolutely serious.

My mother said that one day she had a vision of her parents (they've both passed away), and they were standing in her hallway with a little boy. And the little boy looked like a nice, clever little kid. So she's sure my baby is happy. I asked her if he looked like my ex-boyfriend, and she said she wasn't sure. Haha.

Remember Chiba Girl? She successfully divorced from her Japanese creepy gross husband. But he still gives her his paycheck every month. For some reason -- perhaps to keep things under control -- she's living with him again for a few weeks until she moves to Texas. Yes, she's moving to the trailer park to live with that morbidly obese, bald UPS worker. Even though he has so far only given her 10,000 dollaroos. He says he's willing to adopt her two, nearly grown daughters. She wanted to become an American, she wanted her babies to be American, and I guess her dream is about to come true. She snagged herself a lonely, fat, bald, trailer-dweller.

Did I ever tell you that she showed me a picture of his penis? I did not ask to see it, she just showed it to me, and I am very upset that it occupies a space in my mind. Gross.

So, back to D. She's going for real jobs now. She's going for the music. Forget the dancing, she's done with that. Forget the ghetto club, she's really over that. Time to move on!
I want to win the lottery so I can fix my teeth!

Got an email from Songbird (the 21 year old girl who worked at the ghetto club, but who quit after she graduated music school and her mother died, so she could pursue her singing career properly without cigarette smoke from customers ruining her voice).

She stopped by the club to say hi before a singing job somewhere in Roppongi. And she saw the old crazy twosome -- Dancer Girl and Chiba Girl. Apparently Dancer was really drunk! Some things never change. I feel so detoxed from that life right now. Hopefully Dancer can detox out when she comes to visit me next month.

Jesus, talk about a crazy house. I just got off of skyping with Dancer Girl. In CASE anybody still cares about those crazy ladies I used to work with, here's an update.

Mama complained about how rude I used to be to her best customer Kawasaki. He's a big shot at Toshiba, and seriously, Kawasaki is his real name. I just googled him and his stupid disgusting face showed up and I almost dry heaved. He spits when he talks, he is obnoxious and drunk and stupid, and because he's such a big shot, EVERYONE around him bows down to him and lets him say rude, racist, obnoxious, ignorant things. He says these things sometimes for hours and hours and hours into the night, holding his underlings hostage in our ghetto club when they'd much rather go home and sleep.

Plus he gives mama sleeping pills.

Anyway, I hated his ass and I never hid it. You can't expect other girls to treat your own customers nicely, that's one of the reasons why you have to be friendly with your co-workers (even if you're the mama).

Then there's Mia. Who is still drinking too much and passing out on top of customers. She's going to quit though, and spend the summer working in some vacation resort far away so she can lead a quiet life and just work and sleep and save her money and her soul. I think Mia forgets that she's 37 years old. Just because she doesn't look or act it doesn't change the fact that she's GETTING OLD! She says after saving all that resort money, she's going to New York. Don't ask me why. I think she wants to DJ there.

Chiba Girl is still wanting to throw everything away to move to Texas. I just don't care anymore. I'm sick of telling her the same thing.

There's a new girl. Very young, has a young kid, she's from America. She's living with a friend while she teaches English and hostesses. Her friend watches her kid while she's at work. Don't ask me why she came to Tokyo where things are expensive, space is cramped, and life can be hard for foreigners and single moms. I feel like there are some big pieces missing in her reasoning.

I told Dancer to get a new job, at least work somewhere else. She said she'll just stay there until September, which is when she's coming to visit me. I feel like she should quit now. She should have quit yesterday. She can sing, she can dance, she can get paid more in a nicer place. Ugh, that club was so crap.

Thank goodness I'm FREE of that PLACE.

"I think being a hostess kind of messes us up," said Dancer. "What!? No!" I said. "Yeah," she answered. "We stay up when people are supposed to sleep, our lives are all wrong."

When we hung up, Dancer told me she was going to sleep. "What time is it?" I asked her. "Um, 12 in the afternoon."

How come I always get my period right before I travel? Last day of work, first day of my period.

Mia spilled wine all over herself last night. She always drinks too much and does stuff like that. She went to the back and got changed behind the curtain (where she usually smokes). It was kind of sexy when she drunkenly left her dress outside and had to reach out for it with her bare arm. Or maybe it was just ditzy and stupid, I don't know.

Chiba Girl was in a super happy mood too. For the past few weeks she's been feeling tired and she wouldn't stop complaining about her small room, the noisy neighborhood, the drunken losers that are everywhere, and how hard she has to work. The issues she's been having with drinking, throwing up, insomnia and sleeping pills were getting the better of her. But last night she actually said "I love Roppongi!"

She went back to Chiba and her husband last week, and I think she remembered how boring that place is, and how she has so much more fun here. So that was good.

"Come back here in four months, okay!? I'm going to still be here!" she exclaimed, even though last week she said she was quitting after I left. "You'll still be here, right Mia?" she asked. To which Mia replied "I hope not." It seems like those two have patched up their extended cold war fight.

I'm feeling a little sad that it's my last day. I'm not as extreme as Chiba Girl, but I do have my ups and downs with the job. There have definitely been a few ups. I just might miss it a little.

I'm off to my last day as a Roppongi hostess.

行ってきます！

Totoro called me today. He even called me yesterday. And he called me last week saying he'll call me this week to take me out to eat somewhere. He keeps leaving messages that I don't listen to. I just don't want to go out on a paid date with him! My motivation is a big fat zero at the moment.

I'll sleep for another hour and then call him back...

Oh jesus, as usual I'm tired. Unlike Chiba, I have no problems falling asleep though. So I think I'm clear of developing any sleeping pill addictions.

We had a big fat zero at the club today. Which happens sometimes. We had a bunch of phone calls for reservations for tomorrow though, including one from a customer that I CAN'T STAND. Oh my god do I hate his ass. So yay for tomorrow.

Mia and Chiba are still fighting. It's like the cold war between them.

Mia thinks someone stole her makeup bag, because she can't find it. Her stupid ass probably left it somewhere. She sometimes works two Companion jobs before coming in to work, so who knows where she could have left that.

Boss gave me a talking to about leaving for America for four months. He's trying to guilt me, but who cares, I'm still leaving. And when i come back, I'm not coming back to his ghetto club either. Even though mama told me that I should. She wanted me to promise. They're stressing right now, but they'll find a replacement for me and forget I ever existed. That's how life works.

I bumped into the half Australian boy that lives a few doors down on my way home. He was coming out of the bar downstairs that I've never been to. He decided to interrogate me about life in general, even though it's the middle of the night and the other peeps want to sleep I'm sure. I was just imagining Chiba with her breasts in pain trying to sleep and getting pissed off at our loud voices. He works at a bar in Roppongi Hills. He starts at 5pm and finishes 2am. Which means that I'll probably never see him at work. So that means besides the maid across the hall, everyone else on my floor works at night. I'm not surprised, who else would live in a closet in Roppongi?

I just thought to myself that I'd go see him before work at his bar, but then I realized that I actually don't even know his name. Oh fuck it.

time to sleep now.

I'm exhausted.

Another girl was molested, killed, then chopped up and thrown out in the trash. Why!!????

Little sister is passed out and taking up the whole bed.

I could hardly keep my eyes open at work today.

I am so behind on my day time work.

Boxer emailed out of the blue, right when I was almost about to forget all about him.

A scary psycho customer came in and mama almost locked the door on him. I hate him, he truly scares me, and I don't know why he keeps coming in because he's technically barred from the club.

Mama's back to smoking. She quit for a few weeks.

Little sister spoke to Neon when he called me up drunk.

Chiba Girl and Mia are in a weird fight. Mia has a victim complex and thinks the world's out to get her stupid ass.

Another girl quit unexpectedly. So many girls come and go so quickly, I hardly even notice them.

I think that if me and Dancer were to start a family together, it wouldn't work out and we'd just end up being two separate single mothers.

Etc., I hope I get to sleep tonight, with all these thoughts spinning in my head.

I more or less was passed out or out and about all weekend, so I was a little shocked to hear from Chiba Girl that "The Japanese" had come to visit. Chiba lives in the closet next door, so you think I would have noticed.

"The Japanese" is the 40 year old Japanese guy that she met a month or so ago, who decided to go through his mid-life crisis by coming back to party in Roppongi, where he used to hang out as a young man. He fortunately (or unfortunately) bumped into Chiba at Wallstreet or some other godforsaken place. She's since been dragging him to our club, other freelance clubs, out for meals, etc. He's basically getting wrung out for all his money. No, not really, Chiba's not that evil. He's having lots of fun too. And if he came back to our closet, maybe he's getting a good deal!

Although she's pretty good at playing dumb and not putting out. She did say that he messed with her computer and gave it a virus though. Which is a little weird.

She also gets money from her husband, and now her trailer boyfriend in America is sending her money every month too. She is GOOD!

I was laying in a half sleep, enjoying the prospect of not having to go to work, when Dancer Girl called me. She was at the club and nobody had opened it, it was shut up and closed. My boss is such a stupid lazy ass. So I rolled out of bed and walked down the street to open the club up for her.

She was looking a little too pissed off and annoyed. If she just got over it and got her dress over her head and shut up, it wouldn't be such a big deal. Songbird was there too. She had stopped by to say hi because she was in the neighborhood. She was singing at a jazz bar down the street that night.

And then a really short and round little Filipina lady on the wrong side of 40 came limping in. Like literally, she had hurt her foot or something. The boss was really scraping the bottom of the barrel to find my substitute tonight. Then Chiba Girl came running in, looking like she just woke up.

There was Dancer Girl with a dress halfway down her shoulders bitching non-stop about the boss, the short-round-beat Filipina looking confused in a very short dress, Chiba running around in her usual overly excited way -- and I just said "see ya" and went out the door.

Thank god I'm not working in that crazy house tonight.

Dear Guardian of Hostesses,
Please keep away frightening, obnoxious, or otherwise undesirable customers.
Please keep my customers healthy and happy.
Please take away the sadness that I see in their eyes sometimes.
Please keep all of us girls from losing our way in a cloud of hangovers and rejection.
How wonderful would it be if you could make all our dreams come true?
Could you make Mia a successful actress? She's already 37 and she hasn't given up yet. Don't you think she deserves a break?
Could you give Dancer Girl a career as a singer/dancer? She's not as focused as she could be, but she works really hard.
And how about giving Chiba Girl a nice man to love that would love her back so she can rest her tired 42 year old bones for once in her life.
I would ask you to please make my boss less lazy and cheap, but I know that I would be asking for too much.
I would also ask you to teach mama to speak politely, but that would really be asking for too much.
And for me, could you please give me some peace and calmness so that I can quit without running back, and so that I can pursue my dreams too?