Saturday, February 11, 2006


A mere twenty four hours after deciding I needed a second job - it appears that I already have one. I've nobly sacrificed my Saturday night (I'd probably just spend it brooding anyway) to work as a bouncer-slash-door bitch.

It's a fine line really. Am I expected to simply cross of names from a list? Or should I start a punch-on with the local muzzas? I feel I should select an appropriate sidearm for my very first foray into this new field. I already have a couple picked out.

In many ways it's probably the first job that really speaks to my strengths as a person…or at least I think it is. I'll be utilising many of my skills including:
- Fighting.
Dishing out abuse.
General threatening behaviour.
- Crossing out names with a pen.

With some luck, this could be an ongoing gig. I can hardly turn down the cash in hand that I'll be getting, plus an oppurtunity to mingle (or threaten) all manner of partygoers tonight.

So think of me tonight. All dressed in black from head to toe. Possibly armed to the teeth.
God I hope I don’t have to get stitches!

the end


Blogger Mel said...

good luck sexy thang! I'm sure you'll rock like you do everything else. :)

5:41 PM  
Blogger Slim said...

Actually I had the bestest-time!

Just working there one night made me wanna quite the corporate drudgery and become a full time bouncer.

Stay tuned for my next blog in which our hero becomes a circus ringmaster :-)

7:49 PM  

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