6 posts tagged “ghetto club”

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.

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!

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!

D-girl has a female customer, which is kind of weird. She's 36, single, and drinks a lot. She came in today with another 36-year old, single career woman, and they were already drunk. They proceeded to get drunker. I didn't know how to serve them, but eventually I got in a groove by talking about the type of boys they liked and stuff like that. They both want to get married, but nothing really seems to be on the horizon for them, or me for that matter.

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!

My mother and I yet again were dragged out to a party with my aunt's meditation group put on in honor of their "enlightened" teacher, a blond old white lady with a hindi name she gave herself. This time it was an early Christmas party.

I spent most of it hiding out in the kitchen with my uncle, who was hiding out in a bottle of bourbon. Straight. I joked about wearing one of my tight red slutty hostess dresses, but of course I had the good sense not to. Unfortunately, a 60-year old bottle blond with a permanent food belly did not. She wore almost an identical dress!

And then! We had to sing CHRISTMAS CAROLS for some reason. Why the hell should I have to know all this christian stuff by osmosis, when it has nothing to do with me? But I confess, I was forced out of hiding, and I partook in the carol singing. I shared a carol book with this funny old guy, and he kept messing up the lyrics and it was hilarious. I laughed my ass off, and had a good time. I always get along with old guys.

I basically blew off hanging out with an old friend/brother that I've known since I was a fetus. Our mothers bellies hung out together and we were born less than three months apart. I had to talk to his mother just now, and I went in ready to eat shit. I'm sorry, I blew your son off, I should have been more communicative, but I have been busy, plus we live a million miles from anywhere and I don't have a car.

So that wasn't my finest hour.

I think he should come visit me in Japan, which is where his parents were married after all.

And coming back to visit him and the hippie town I was born in is definitely on the top of my to do list. Just not quite yet.

Got a ghetto club boss email. He says business is really slow so I shouldn't expect to get lots of money. Alright.

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.

In related news, I had a long conversation with Dancer Girl, and she updated me on all the news.

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.

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.