34 posts tagged “dancer girl”
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.
Me and D-girl sat around the empty club today, reminiscing about what it was like to work in a place you weren't ashamed of and that paid you tons. The ghetto club is not a bad place to work if you've got a day time job that you want to focus on. But if it's your main job, it really sucks.
Then I saw a note the boss left us saying that our bonuses during happy hour will be halved. Which immediately sent our motivation a million knotches down.
We're heading out for some interviews in Ginza and Shimbashi this week. We're getting HIGH paying hostess jobs, baby! Screw the ghetto club!
Then the friend (who was very drunk at this point) suddenly looked at me and told me she liked me. In Japanese the word "like" is pretty much only used when you like somebody. I guess it's because, even though I'm definitely a girl and I look and talk like a girl, I'm pretty masculine in my attitude. I've had a few girls (usually younger) say to me that if I were a boy, they'd be in love with me.
You know, being a host (a male version of a hostess -- duh) would be so easy. Lonely girls are just looking for some swaggering person to fall for. It can even be a girl in a short dress and heels like me!
I was wondering why all these people I haven't been in touch with suddenly knew I was back. And then I found out. D-girl wrote about me in her mixi blog. She totally busted me. Now I look like I've been avoiding people.
So I've had the "yeah I'm back, but I have the flu [read: I wasn't avoiding you, I just haven't been able to move even my texting finger], you should get the flu shot if you haven't already, yeah let's hang out in January" conversation a few times already.
- get back in touch with agencies I used to work for and tell them I'm ready, willing, and able to work my typing fingers to the bone and won't turn any work down
contact guy I'm working for and tell him I'm dying of the flu- get the rest of my stuff that I left at my friend's house
- christmas shopping
- call my aunts and tell them I'm back
- sort out financial aid
- start applying for jobs. actually, I'm going to do this after my vacation
- buy stuff for my house
Last night, somebody suddenly started listening to strange music and singing along really loudly.
And then I was woken up this morning to the wonderful smell of nicotene. I turned off the central heating vent, and that made it a little better.
One day when I'm rich and successful, I will look back with fondness on these things.
I just spoke to D-girl and told her to watch herself, because I have the flu and might have infected her. She said she's fine, but she might go and get the flu shot today anyway.
She started dating this guy recently. He was a customer. These salarymen are just such workaholics, I couldn't be the girlfriend of one. He works morning to night, has to go out drinking with customers into the wee hours, and just never rests. When I worked in offices, I could totally see it. The new boys would come in looking fresh faced and vibrant in April, and than by the end of the year they looked ten years older.
So D-girl's boyfriend (who is almost 40) had a weird stress nerve explosion on his butt cheek. He apparently gets it all the time whenever he's stressed, but it got really bad so he had to have an operation to have it removed. He got put on strong antibiotics, and his life is miserable now because he can't drink. He had to take customers out last night and was miserable the whole night. There's an end-of-year party tonight and he's not looking forward to it. How do you live like that? It's just never ending.
D says everyone around her is in poor health, but she's as healthy as ever. She told me to rest up and not do anything for a few days. Believe me, I can't even get out of bed. I can't help but rest up and not do anything.
Japanese say goodbye to Western playboys.
My dear friend sent me the above article about how the sudden shortage in western male playboys in Tokyo has caused the huntresses who feed on them to starve.
I read it and laughed my ass off.
It's beyond me why any Japanese girl would specifically target dumb western playboys to con into marriage. I mean what a stupid premise for a relationship. I can think of a dozen times that ended badly just off the top of my head -- including my parents' marriage.
I guess the Lehman Brothers boys were the first to go, but they definitely aren't the last. When I left Tokyo a few months ago, it was still high times in Roppongi. There was no shortage of white boys high on themselves. Japan's kind of like a candy store for western men. I am not joking or exaggerating, I've had a few western men explain to me their "gaijin power" (gaijin means foreigner). For example:
me: "Hey watch out, a car's coming."
him: "Don't worry, it will stop. I have gaijin power."
Okay maybe that wasn't the best example, but you get the idea. They set foot in Japan, their stock immediately rises, and they think they have super powers.
She's still hostessing, and basically the long and short of it is, the economy sucks and business is seriously slow at the ghetto club. Like seriously slow. Even the super regulars are having a hard time finding the dough to come in, and there are some serious tensions. There was even an inexplicable fist fight between two super regular customers, which made me laugh because one of them's short and hyper and the other one's tall and sleepy. Nobody is making even close to as much money as they used to. Dancer is really focusing on getting another job, but even that is proving to be pretty difficult.
There's a new girl, she's Japanese and really cute and pretty. She has a French boyfriend who is ridiculously posessive. He'll come into Roppongi with her, and sit in McDonalds all night until she finishes work. FREEEAAAAAAAAKKK!!!! And she's a little dumb, because she lets customers basically make out with her. Excuse me, she just started working there, which means she definitely has not built up a strong relationship with any of the customers (read: she has not gotten a lot out of them yet). So why is she giving it up? The rule is, you get more than you ever give. Come on now girl.
Dancer Girl talked to her and told her something along the lines of "uhhh, could you not do that because that makes all the customers think we're that cheap, and I'm not, so you're cramping my style, so can you not inconvenience me like that?"
Then she turned around and retarded drunk Mia (remember her, the chronically underemployed actress?) was sitting there making out with some gross customer.
I guess times are hard right now.
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!
Ughhhhh.
I am so sick of this whole Dancer Girl situation. She's now upset because her baby daddy is being an immature a-hole. Surprise! He slept with her good friend while she was on vacation. This weird hoe-bag girl who's half Brazilian and her father's yakuza, so she's loaded and she just goes out every night sleeping with stupid guys and giving them gifts and spending all her money in bars. Yeah, she's real smart. Apparently retardo-baby-daddy-boy went home with her because he thought he could get an iPod or more out of her. Which makes him a whore. I HATE guys like him, who just try to get things out of girls. That's why I never pay on a date.
Plus he's stalling and making a million excuses as to why he can't give Dancer money for the abortion. He's telling her "hey baby, we were never serious or nothing, right?" Which shouldn't really upset D, since she ONLY SPENT THE NIGHT WITH HIM TWICE!
I am just disappointed in my friend and disgusted by everyone.
If I was still in Tokyo, I would have seriously rained on baby-daddy's stupid parade. I'm the girl that all the guys hate. I'm what they call the cock-blocker, I'm "no fun," I need to "lighten up," blah blah blah. I just know the game these players are playing and I just don't play. That's all. I would have cut through all his bullshit and told him to shut up with the excuses and come up with the money. Right now. Then I would have talked to his boss (a bar owner in Roppongi who cheats on his beautiful but stupid wife constantly) and asked for an advance on his pay. I would have ripped his balls out for a few hours until I got the money. If there still wasn't any money after I was through with him, then I'd walk away and give up. And I'd tell D to do everyone a favor and never talk to his sorry ass again. And to never set foot in that hole-in-the-wall bar again. While she's at it, she can just stay away from Roppongi too.
Besides, I lent her enough money for the abortion already.
This may sound bad, but maybe being forced into an abortion is a rite of passage for girls. I might have never grown up if I didn't get mine. And hopefully, D will grow up after hers.
Also hopefully, I won't have to hear about these idiots ever again in my life.
After tears, frustration, harsh words, kind words, giddy laughter and deep depression, Dancer decided to go to NYC as planned, to finish out her "vacation" -- even though it hasnt really been much of one so far. M-girl went with her. My twin sister dropped them off at the airport this morning. D was all in a pissed off mood because her heart-burn and general nausea has returned, which means she's probably still with-baby. She's been snapping at poor M-girl, who has to take her mood swings even though she's not even the one who made her pregnant.
She promised that going to a clinic will be the first thing she does when she gets to NYC. Really. First of all, her nausea is very bad, and I've been around a lot of pregnant people. Second of all, you shouldn't be bleeding like that. I did my best to get her back to Tokyo asap, but it just ended up being more of a hassle. I also thought it was a good idea to tell her mother and get her advise. Dancer said her mother would slap her across the face and then proceed to kick her ass, but she was willing to do it. When she picked up the phone, M-girl got all nervous and started standing up and sitting down and generally not knowing what to do with herself. At one point she even hit me like she was swatting a fly before leaping into the kitchen. Then Dancer started getting really annoyed, like "why are you hitting people? what's wrong with you?" It was kind of a mess. She ended up not calling her mother.
She totally is pregnant with a daughter. Daughters make you exhausted, sick, fat, and beat. Sons make you glow and make you beautiful. At least that's the general trend that I've noticed.
Here's a song for all your cats out there with unplanned pregnancies.
Dancer and M-girl are arriving Wednesday morning.
My dad is kind of upset because he feels ashamed about the small apartment. This place isn't that bad, the neighborhood's safe, who cares. Dancer lives in a crappy place with her mother, and M-girl also lives in a crappy place with her sweet, lonely dad. They're not going to judge.
I told them that they'll have to take care of themselves for the first week until I finish my study classes. They can take the bus to Santa Monica, walk to Beverly Hills, get lost, take pictures, all that stuff. They'll be fine.
After seeing a guy twice, I hardly remember his name. I'm not calling up my friend on the other side of the world and talking her ear off about how I think I'm in LOVE. True LOVE. With a fetus! Does she not remember that first of all, she's almost 30. And she JUST got divorced out of a disaster of a marriage? To a scrappy Roppongi kid that she met in a club? Will she NEVER learn from her mistakes?
Dancer joked to M that I had found a blonde-blue-eyed man for her, and that we were going to lock her in a room with him. Which is just ridiculous and completely made up, I wish she wouldn't include me in these things. Of course M-girl protested, but was into it at the same time.
I'm excited to see these Tokyo ladies (man are they going to stand out in the LA sun). Just stay out of my hair for the first week!
So Dancer Girl came back from the music competition in Osaka. She's a big voiced musical/pop type singer, and she said she just felt super out of place at this competition when she looked at the audience.
The first three rows were full of Akiba-kei dudes! Akiba-kei means Akihabara style, and Akihabara is Tokyo's electric town, where the anime-gamer geeks swarm. Akiba-kei dudes are easy to recognize. They're the ones with their shirts tucked into their high-waisted jeans, greasy overgrown hair, glasses, a bad habit of sucking in their spit as they speak, and they're usually in love with an animation character. Or an equally unattainable object of affection -- the Akiba-kei idol! A teeny boppy girl who dresses in strange cutesy costumes with very sub-par singing and dancing ability but an over-developed penchant for cuteness.
Dancer Girl watched in shock/amusement as aspiring Akiba-kei idol girls took the stage to super-enthusiastic applause (seriously, she said these guys were just going crazy). She's a real singer and dancer, and she may be many things, but she aint cutesy. So she grinned and beared it, got through her performance, and afterwards got approached by some record company peeps, so it wasn't all a waste of time.
She's getting in fights with one of the guys in her group. I say ditch them sorry asses and go solo.
Meanwhile, my twin sister went home to her roommate coaching a friend's singing. He wants to record a demo for music school, and Ayana is a Berklee School of Music graduate, so she was whipping him into shape. Unfortunately this meant that my twin sister had to listen to them record, then re-record, then re-re-re-record some weirdo John Mayer song all night.
I'd kind of like to do another series though. Or just do something totally new.
