Through all of the ups and downs in my life in the past two years, the ONE constant has been Diamonds Gentlemans Club. My job, my managers, my fellow coworkers have been the only thing keeping me going at times. I am faithful to a place that has been faithful to me. You will continue to see it how you desire to see it. But I am not a victim of anything. Like it or not, not only has my job boosted my self esteem, it pays my bills, it continues to give me tools for social interaction situations with all breeds of human beings, it has taught me to be compassionate in ways that I have yet to learn anywhere else, Diamonds gives me the freedom of scheduling to take on projects such as the community edible garden, it allows me, in my own strange little Julie way, to LISTEN to people who just need to TALK to another human being. Like I NEEDED and continue to need to do, myself. Every, single person who walks through that door knows something that I do not, and I am ITCHING to know what that thing is. And you know what else? I LOVE to dance. My job is a reason to get out of BED in the morning. A reason to get up, to shower, to put on theatrical makeup, a reason to SMILE because if I forget to smile, then I cannot properly do my job. The money allows me to have the things that I never got to have, because I grew up dirt poor. It pays my bills, and allows me to help OTHER people as well. Enough to go around. Sometimes people go out into the world, just needing to prove to themselves that they exist to other people. And sometimes, my job is the place they go to go just that. Your preconceived notions are ASSUMPTIONS, which God (yeah, He came up) LOVES to prove wrong. This is the final time I will defend myself. There is the simple choice of removing yourself from my life after this.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 09:33:48 +0000
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