First of all, I just got off the phone with the company that hired me for one job (Manpower). I expected my pay check this Friday, and being totally broke, had to take from my savings to go clubbing (some may say that that was a bad idea, but after all I expected payment to be in my account today). Turns out that there was a fuck up at their office. My consultent was told that my handing in the time sheet for the entire month in one go was okay, and now it turns out they had deleted it and I have to (one month after actually working there) remember what times I went on and off work in order to get paid. I will not get that money until the 22nd. This is actually their screw up, and I still don't get paid!
Gah! Now I'm pennyless for another week.
On a brighter side, using my life savings to go clubbing turned out to be a splendid idea (though maybe not for my future)! Me and aj_stalin
went to Gotham nights' christmas party and met millsnill
. But what made the evening special was the amount of absurdity. First I notice
one of the few cute guys in the club. And then, not five minutes later, he comes over to talk to me. aj_stalin
was the perfect wingman, steering away competition (including her gorgeous self), so I could talk to him. He starts off with saying "Hey, Lullabye!" making me first think that he is confusing me with someone else. Then I think that he might think I'm a member of this goth-forum or whatever, and that my user name is Lullabye. As the conversation progresses it turns out he's new to this goth-thing and that perhaps his
username is Lullabye. But then in the end it turns out these people he didn't know at the other table had made fun of him and said that they were all named stuff like Blood and Demon and that he should be named Lullabye. Which is not really a nice thing to do to someone new to the scene, no matter how clueless he seemed. So I was nice to him.
Something I regretted the rest of the evening. Because you see gentle readers, five minutes after he left, he brought another one with him, also a guy in a suit, looking rather straight. This guy was also nice, though it was obviously that he hadn't dressed to be in a goth-club. I mean, how can you not love a man that starts up a conversation with the sentence "Don't take this the wrong way but my God, your tits are amazing!" he then progressed to talk about (and to) my breasts for five whole minutes until I exused myself to go talk to my beer. Then, five minutes later, another one shows up. Candid camera style, he comes over to me, with the two other guys and introduces himself as "Kim Ole, call me Demon." After the minute of toppled-over-laughingness, I ended up saying that this was just too weird. I mean, no matter how much you want three guys in suits fawning over you staring at your tits, when you don't know where they're coming from, it gets a little creepy.
I progressed to the first floor of the club (where they played industrial music instead of 80s and 90s goth) where it slowly dawned on me that the club was filled with more midgets than I've ever encountered in one place before. I'm serious, midgets! Now I've got nothing against midgets, I've just never encountered a goth-midget before, and now the place was filled up with them. Then, aj_stalin
started seeing this guy that seemed to be everywhere at once (turns out it was actually two guys who looked really similar, but still). All in all, the evening rated high on the absurdity meter. And even though I didn't get to bring anyone home with me, I got to go home with the prettiest girl there (aj_stalin
of course, for the ones of you too dense to get it).