One of the great things about the D2 is the low level of dressing room nonsense there; most really bad cokeheads and crazy girls get run out of there quickly enough, either because they flip out (get busted with coke on the face, attack someone) or can't make any money off of the generally more subdued crowd there. It's nice. I like having coworkers that aren't excessively fucked up or violent. That's not a given in this business by any means, you know, and even though I can do an excellent job of ignoring other dancers, it still makes for an unpleasant environment.

There's a new girl from back East; she was in the back furious at another dancer for customer theft (this is a crime that doesn't actually exist, by the way. You can't steal a customer or have a customer stolen from you. You can be undercut or lose a sale, but the customer is not property. The customer is a guy to whom you sell time, company, and dances. He is not a purse, or, more appropriately, a wallet). Was she ever going off -- "Oh my GAWWWD you GUYYYYS! I'm so PISSED. I need a cigarette. I need a drink. She just grabbed him by the belt buckle and dragged him into the back!"

The concept of customer ownership is so foreign to me; I mean, I have customers who come in to see me and may turn away other dancers, but that's because they've chosen to spend their time and money with me. Should another dancer sell them dances, that's another dancer making another sale. It's not theft from me.

I'm curious about how this plays out on, say, the car lot, or in real estate. Like, client theft -- I'm sure that's a term, and that there are tactics that are used that are underhanded, and people in other sales professions talk about how some unscrupulous coworker "stole" a client. But, assuming that they aren't offering anything illegal or unethical to the client, is it theft or is it just having better game to run? My suspicion is, in our case and in theirs, that it's usually the latter.

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They're sweeping the streets tomorrow, which means I have to park, like, ten blocks away tonight. I considered checking into a hotel just to have a place to park. I love this historic building, but they didn't build too much underground parking in the early 1900s. I'm glad they're cleaning the streets. When the leaves fell a couple of weeks ago it was so pretty and scenic, all of them in big, fluffy, golden-brown piles along the sidewalks. Then it started raining. And raining. And raining more. And now the leaves are a pulpy mess that make walking hazardous. Really! It's like sludgy bran cereal from the bottom of the bowl dumped all over the gutters and sidewalks.

Work was way slow Tuesday; considerably better last night. Both nights I saw some happy familiar faces, which was fun. One of my favorite guys ever was in last night—I need a blog name for him and am mulling over a few but need to run them by him. Lots of girls, lots of new ones, and the return of someone I haven't worked with since last December! I was so excited to see her back; she's one of the nicest, most upbeat coworkers I've ever had and makes me smile whenever I see her. I love working with her because Hispanic men love her, and they like me, and I speak Spanish, so we have a very good time when there are vaqueros in the club. Hooray for Miss J being back!

I'd love to take tonight off, but since last night picked up so much from Tuesday I feel tonight will be better yet. And I plan on doing a lot of Christmas shopping Sunday, so the cash reserves need to get fat this weekend.