5 posts tagged “mia”

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!

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.

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！

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?