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[photohacklovers]

Shit clients have said to me #graphicdesign #graphicdesigner #shitclientssay #graphicdesignerproblems #graphiccontent #designer #funnyshit #funnyvideos https://www.instagram.com/p/B7qvY42h8gX/?igshid=j8jdicfjl9vj

[youngbrokeawesome]

It's time to start rockin' reality for real

client on operating within a daily spending limit

[pixxxelatedpussy]

YOWZA.

‘nigg_a: if you had to kiss 1 of 2 guys and fart in the face of the other and it was between a super sexy blonde blue eyed white guy and an african with a flat nosed and thick lips,who wud you kiss? and whoose face wud you fart in?’

i told him that I thought it was a very silly question and he quietly left

[hardlucklizard]

I'll play your little game :)

This customer bought $200 worth of dances from me last night and kept name dropping dancers who used to be his [sugar] “babies”. He kept bringing up how he wanted us to hang out and he knew there was a “price” and he knew I wasn’t a “hooker” (him trying to reassure himself that I’m a good girl fantasy AND that I am too green to know how much to charge… idiot). This went on as we were doing dances and he just kept boasting about how much money he had so when it came to the end I told him that for our little multiple hour “date” to happen he’d need to pay $$$$. He coughed out “no!” In the most surprised way! I said, “honey, that kind of companionship is $500 an hour around these parts. It was nice to meet you”. He kept stammering that he didn’t mean to insult me, it was just way too expensive.

Alright then! I’m done trying to find outside work while I’m in the club. It’s exhausting and these guys think that I’ll be a rookie and hang out with them all night for like $300. What’s the deal with all the bragging too and then being cheap rhetorical question, this happens all night)? Oh! And he kept saying that we should be “friends” but I had to be really into it and it was fate/destiny that we met. When I was doing dances he wanted me to maintain eye contact the whole time (u obliged) while he kept touching my neck. I hate that, but I really wanted the money. Next time that happens $200 is not enough. Silly Monday night.

[hardlucklizard]

Busy busy busy $$$$

I haven't been on Tumblr much lately. Last week I worked 60+ hours in 8 days. By Sunday I was loopy with exhaustion and off my game. Some idiot tried to not pay me for the 6 dances he owed me. Now, at my club we stack dances and there usually is no issue-- however I've learned my lesson and my manager was able to get me $80 of what was owed and I tipped him out ridiculously well. I have never had an issue beyond getting ripped off like $20. I was so tired I couldn't even get mad. It would have taken too much energy. I had to work so hard because I found out I owed a lot in taxes (I claim a fair amount because I want to build good credit for a house/car). What I owe in taxes wouldn't be such a pain if I hadn't had a procedure done in January that cost me $4,200. So I overworked myself and had to sit out on Monday, which is a shift I have been doing well on. I woke up this morning to a text from my old best regular from the dayshift. This guy was probably worth $300 to $600/week for me. Our customer/dancer relationship felt way too bf/gf for me. He wanted texts and pictures, constantly wanting more and more. I would spend like 6 hours with this man to get about $100 an hour. He undervalued my time and expected a tip top performance. At night for half an hour in VIP I charge $250. One hour gets me $500. I'm just over here laughing because in his text the regular was asking if I quit dancing. In his mind I was banking off him every week and if I wasn't working day shifts anymore it MUST be because I've quit dancing. I texted back that I'm still at the same club, working 4 to 5 night shifts a week ;) Idiot. I don't want your grabby disgusting money for discount gfe. I have spent so many hours with this man that it became an "intimacy breeds contempt" situation. He's 70yrs old and acts like a spoiled, whiny little boy. I'm a workaholic and I hate how cheesy that word is because I mean it sincerely. Work feeds my need for control and my obsession with feeling monetarily "safe" (it's just a mirage, I never feel safe financially). I am really stressed out right now because I have my first doctors appointment next week for a chronic condition that has plagued me for 10 years. I'm worried the doctor won't take me seriously or at the last minute they won't accept my insurance. I also just sent two applications for different schools in my area and I'm so nervous. When I'm nervous my ocd behaviors and rituals act up immensely. I go to therapy and acupuncture once a week and I actively work on self care every day. Self care is my full time job. Dancing is my other full time job. It feels good to word vomit. I feel emotionally lighter.

[hardlucklizard]

he actually said this:

Customer: but what are you going to do when you're not pretty anymore? Wtf. WTF. The same dude was so fucking rude and invasive but kept finding me on the foor to give him "one more dance". I think some of these guys are so insulting because they are unhappily married and want to reassure themselves that one day we "loose women" will suffer too. It's so Puritan and old fashioned. "No one can be happy! Only miserable people are doing things the right way!"