DAY 3......

Well, things are looking up so far. While going thru my motions of getting ready for work I got a call from one of the many companies I applied to over the weekend. I guess it pays to just send out resumes randomly and constantly, it's like fishing, soon enough something's gonna bite. Now I won't go into details about which company it is, however I will relay that it is a fine upstanding financial institute. At least I have some options now.
Now with this new opportunity comes new decisions. For one, the job is over 120 kms away...that's nearly 80 miles...now right there a lot of people would say forget it. The second point is this position pays a over $10k more than my current position in deadendville.
I have paid sick days, benefits options, RRSP matching, and a commission available ontop of a full salary. Pretty damn sweet compared the the current hole I'm in. I've been crunching numbers all night at work and even with the ridiculous costs of gas these days I would still be pulling in over $400 more than what I make after all monthly bills are paid. Yes....I'm convincing myself as I type this. I'm gonna take the plunge and contact the kind gentleman that called me today for confirmation. I can't wait to quit my current hellhole job. My last day will indeed be interesting and worthy of blog reporting for sure.

With that said and done......lets review some of my old positions.

STRIPCLUB DJ:

I spent nearly 3 full years in the industry after realizing that I did not want to be the dirty old DJ in a dingy club, stuck saying the same cheesy lines over and over night in and night out.
I admit it was fun in the beginning, I remember my first night clear as a bell. I completely bullshitted my way into the position and only got in out of convenience for the owner. The DJ he had working had to be in Toronto for a certain time for a high paying rave gig. He basically turned to me and said, "So...You gonna work or what?". I didn't have all my CD's or Headphones with me at the time so he gave me 15 mins to run back to my college dorm and get ready for my first night as a stripclub DJ. I was scared shitless, I had no idea what the hell I was gonna do up there let alone what the hell I was gonna say on the Mic for the rest of the night. I literally tried to sum up all my past stripclub experiences in the short drive back and forth from college to club. What exactly did all those guys say and talk about on the mic all night long. It was fairly late in the night, 9 pm, and I only had to make it thru till 2:30 am the latest so I strapped on my headphones, slipped in a segue track to take over and slip into cheesy DJ voice mode.
I only had a few girls to work with that first night since the club was so new. The owner still had the damn factory plastic on the clubs chairs. The smell of fresh paint and pine still hung in the air from the renovations done. I jumped right into character and played it up for the 6 - 7 customers in the club, very sad indeed for a Saturday night.
Honey was the first girl I ever put on stage was your typical local yokel house girl bitchface, cross eyed and coked up, she barked at me that she wanted her lights slow and low. I had to operate all the stage lighting manually because the owner never took the time to program his $25k light system. Not only that but the half ass electrician he hired, undoubtedly under the table, failed to wire the place correctly. Everytime I pushed the smoke machine in any combo with the stage lights a breaker would pop.
This breaker also ran the lights for a half of the club so as soon as it popped it was complete darkness on one side. What a treat to half to drop everything I was doing and run thru the VIP area to reset the breaker, then run back and say a speil. Well while I was working out all the bugs in the system all during Honey's first song...a whole 4:10 mins...she proceeded to walk off stage and wander back to my booth. Here I am freakin out in this little booth trying to organize complete chaos when I hear, "Hey GUY....Rule # 1....Don't take your eyes off the girl on stage". Standing behind me was Honey lookin at me with her dumbass crossed eyes smokin a cigarette like some hotshit princess prom queen. "My lights are all wrong....I'm not dancing" she said to me blandly. "Since your new I'll go easy on you, but don't fuck with me, OK". "Fine...Just get back on stage gorgeous" I retorted. I learned alot of lessons that first night and many more as time went by.....perhaps I'll elaborate on a few another time.
Check out the link for StripCity on the side there...MC MIC has already posted a lot of like experiences for your viewing pleasure.

I need to get a few things together to prepare for my new job venture.....who knows, maybe oneday I'll end up back on the stripclub circuit part-time. Hey...at least now you understand where I get the name DJ~MYK~B from.

OK...I'll shuddup now.

Cheers.