When I stop to think about it, I'm not in the wrong occupation, I'm in the wrong club. I fell victim to the 'Grass is Greener on the Other Side" cliche.
Now I know better and its goddamn too late.
This is the stuff that make a dream job seem like 'Groundhog Day'.


An interesting read.
I'm surprised the new gals who made $3k each by ripping off customers weren't summarily dismissed once their behavior was figured out. The bar must be set really, really low at that club.