I've spent most of today talking to a girl online who works at one of the clubs in the area. She gave me the lowdown on where to go and where to avoid, which left me with a wealth of mixed feelings.
I'm not sure why I feel so weird about dancing "at my age" but not making eight bucks an hour doing market research. I suppose part of it just comes from quitting for awhile, and it's hard to go back to that. Maybe it was the conditions under which I quit. Even though they aren't present now, there's still something in the back of my mind.
But the funny thing is, I think I was more fun when I did that. I had a much more laissez faire approach to life, and I had a much more positive outlook then than I do now. So it's not even that I think it was ever a bad thing, and when I really think about it, all my angst about it is pretty damned silly.
This girl told me that a license to work in the city of Detroit is $250. Wow, that is a lot. Apparently, it used to only be fifty bucks. But I guess the city decided that since there are so many of those places they could make a bunch of revenue off of it.
The thing is this, she told me that you could make $200-500 on a weekend. She said that the weeknights were slower, but wow. I mean, the low end of that is about what I could expect after a full week at this job I'm interviewing for tonight. You know, even if I worked two weeknights where I only made half of that, that one weekend night would make up for it.
So I don't know. I have to see what happens on this interview tonight. I'm going to use my head about it though. There's a lot of really shitty jobs in Detroit. I'm going to go by my gut instinct with this place, and I'll ask enough questions to find out if it's a good situation. I mean, I'd like to do the work. It's easy work, and usually flexible. On the other hand, it depends on how many weekend shifts they require. As it is, weekends are the only time Rob and I get to spend together. If it's one shift each weekend, with occasional weekends off, I'll do it. But if I have to be working all weekend long and never seeing my boyfriend, I'd much rather do it someplace where I'd have the capacity to make $400-1000 over the course of said weekend than someplace where the most I can expect to make is a $120.
So Juan emailed me this morning. He's coming out a week from thursday. That will be cool. I told him that I was thinking of cancelling the party. I still may do that. Besides him I only have one other definite yes. If it looks like it will be a small turnout, I'd just as soon save the hassle and just head out to a bar somewhere. I aim to get as drunk as possible, and I want it to be the social, forget everything kind of drunk not the isnt my existence pathetic kind of drunk.
Still no word from Wayne. They mentioned they were backlogged with acceptance letters but now I'm wondering just how backlogged they were. I suspect that they are normally very slow, and that the backlog is just kind of incidental.
I also suspect that Wayne is some kind of secret society.
I really do.
Okay, time for me to eat some lunch...