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thehefnerSo the overdraw fees was worse. Around $950.00 specifically.
So yeah, I've spent the vast majority of today as a sweating, quivering wreck. I hardly ate a damn thing today.
I went to the bank and threw myself on the mercy of the clerk, a cold woman who nonetheless took pity and dropped a few of the charges, subtracting $275.00 from the total. Which is a huge amount, of course, yet when weighed up against the rest doesn't seem like all that much. Dad couldn't front me the money; I guess all his boasting of riches that he used to pull on me back in the day isn't the case anymore, at least not post-eye-surgery. And Mom certainly didn't have that kind of cash; she's understanding because she's overdrawn badly in the past herself. Desperate, I called up Joel, my boss at the comic shop and asked him if he could front my next paycheck. When I told him the situation, he rightly chewed me out for fucking up majorly and then he offered to loan me the money. I have the best boss ever.
So I deposited the check, plus my paycheck, which altogether should give me enough money in the bank to have and also to cover whatever other charges should come in. I only hope to God it will all be enough come tomorrow when I check the bank and make sure it's all good. I'm also going to get a full printout of how this happened, particularly at my father's behest, who is convinced that this is somehow impossible that I should be charged this much. Maybe he doesn't understand how overdraw fees work and how they totally gouge you for your fucking up.
By three o'clock today, I felt like every last ounce of life and energy had been sapped. After I got out of work at the video store, where I was chastized for reading on the job (yet another reminder of how I was spoiled working at a comic shop), I didn't think I could feel any lower. What could I do to cheer myself up? What establishment is there for a broken down shell of a man to prop himself back up again and drown himself into his sorrows all at the same time?
Where you can look at a thigh
and blacken an eye
at the nudie bar
Where they show you their butt
and their trap stays shut
at the nudie bar
Where you can't touch a breast
but you can cave in a chest
at the nudie bar
Where the girlies dance
in their underpants
at the nudie bar
Where the music stinks
and they water the drinks
at the nudie bar
Where the beer gives you gas
but Johnny Go will KICK ASS
At the nudie bar!
Yes, we 3/4ths cast of CLOSER took a field trip to Larry Flint's Hustler Club for research purposes. No, seriously. I'm not kidding. I wouldn't have gone there otherwise. I'd never been to a strip joint and I'd never wanted to go. I don't like to see what I can't have. Nonetheless, I thought it was important for the sake of unity (Ty has the legitimate excuse of needing to focus on her unpacking ordeal, thus she was sorely missed) that we went there as a cast. Stop looking at me that way. Bah, fine, think what you want.
I was really uncomfortable at first. Bear in mind, this was the Hustler club after all. Not just a nudie bar, but they bear it all. And it's not just spread eagle; these girls are doing whole acrobatics climbing up those poles... my god, I tipped one more for those moves than her... unmentionables. In fact, after she finished her set and collected the dollar bills lying around the stage, I noticed she had missed one crinkled up single crunched into a tiny ball. Being the gentleman that I am, I walked up and handed it to her. Afterwards, she came to my seat and kissed me on the cheek. I instantly felt better.
It was a really fascinating learning experience and CLOSER is going to be all the better for it, I can tell that already. Not only that, but we all had a lot more fun than we thought we would. It wasn't skeezy at all. It was really comfortable, cool, and clean-cut. Not a single scuzzy stripper in the lot've 'em. A couple we talked to were a little vapid at the worst, but all were friendly, nice enough girls. One came up to me and asked me if I wanted a lapdance. Best part was, she had braces. It was fucking adorable. If I had the cash, I'd probably have taken her up on it.
I'm still a bit broken down and worn thin, but I would have never thought I'd be in such a better mindset by the end of today.
So yeah, I've spent the vast majority of today as a sweating, quivering wreck. I hardly ate a damn thing today.
I went to the bank and threw myself on the mercy of the clerk, a cold woman who nonetheless took pity and dropped a few of the charges, subtracting $275.00 from the total. Which is a huge amount, of course, yet when weighed up against the rest doesn't seem like all that much. Dad couldn't front me the money; I guess all his boasting of riches that he used to pull on me back in the day isn't the case anymore, at least not post-eye-surgery. And Mom certainly didn't have that kind of cash; she's understanding because she's overdrawn badly in the past herself. Desperate, I called up Joel, my boss at the comic shop and asked him if he could front my next paycheck. When I told him the situation, he rightly chewed me out for fucking up majorly and then he offered to loan me the money. I have the best boss ever.
So I deposited the check, plus my paycheck, which altogether should give me enough money in the bank to have and also to cover whatever other charges should come in. I only hope to God it will all be enough come tomorrow when I check the bank and make sure it's all good. I'm also going to get a full printout of how this happened, particularly at my father's behest, who is convinced that this is somehow impossible that I should be charged this much. Maybe he doesn't understand how overdraw fees work and how they totally gouge you for your fucking up.
By three o'clock today, I felt like every last ounce of life and energy had been sapped. After I got out of work at the video store, where I was chastized for reading on the job (yet another reminder of how I was spoiled working at a comic shop), I didn't think I could feel any lower. What could I do to cheer myself up? What establishment is there for a broken down shell of a man to prop himself back up again and drown himself into his sorrows all at the same time?
Where you can look at a thigh
and blacken an eye
at the nudie bar
Where they show you their butt
and their trap stays shut
at the nudie bar
Where you can't touch a breast
but you can cave in a chest
at the nudie bar
Where the girlies dance
in their underpants
at the nudie bar
Where the music stinks
and they water the drinks
at the nudie bar
Where the beer gives you gas
but Johnny Go will KICK ASS
At the nudie bar!
Yes, we 3/4ths cast of CLOSER took a field trip to Larry Flint's Hustler Club for research purposes. No, seriously. I'm not kidding. I wouldn't have gone there otherwise. I'd never been to a strip joint and I'd never wanted to go. I don't like to see what I can't have. Nonetheless, I thought it was important for the sake of unity (Ty has the legitimate excuse of needing to focus on her unpacking ordeal, thus she was sorely missed) that we went there as a cast. Stop looking at me that way. Bah, fine, think what you want.
I was really uncomfortable at first. Bear in mind, this was the Hustler club after all. Not just a nudie bar, but they bear it all. And it's not just spread eagle; these girls are doing whole acrobatics climbing up those poles... my god, I tipped one more for those moves than her... unmentionables. In fact, after she finished her set and collected the dollar bills lying around the stage, I noticed she had missed one crinkled up single crunched into a tiny ball. Being the gentleman that I am, I walked up and handed it to her. Afterwards, she came to my seat and kissed me on the cheek. I instantly felt better.
It was a really fascinating learning experience and CLOSER is going to be all the better for it, I can tell that already. Not only that, but we all had a lot more fun than we thought we would. It wasn't skeezy at all. It was really comfortable, cool, and clean-cut. Not a single scuzzy stripper in the lot've 'em. A couple we talked to were a little vapid at the worst, but all were friendly, nice enough girls. One came up to me and asked me if I wanted a lapdance. Best part was, she had braces. It was fucking adorable. If I had the cash, I'd probably have taken her up on it.
I'm still a bit broken down and worn thin, but I would have never thought I'd be in such a better mindset by the end of today.
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Date: 2005-10-13 04:52 am (UTC)What a Messianic turn of phrase.
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Date: 2005-10-13 05:51 am (UTC)What I actually meant was they didn't just get naked, they really... well, they made sure you didn't miss their vagina, just in case there was some chance you might.
Ok, maybe all strip joints are like that. It's my first time, cut me some slack.
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Date: 2005-10-13 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 01:37 pm (UTC)Get the printout, and if you like, I'll take a look at it and make sure they aren't gouging you for more than they should be. Because those fees strike me as seriously excessive.
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Date: 2005-10-13 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 02:40 pm (UTC)Methinks you protest a little to much about the outing...
Date: 2005-10-13 03:02 pm (UTC)Ooops
Date: 2005-10-13 03:03 pm (UTC)Re: Ooops
Date: 2005-10-13 06:17 pm (UTC)Re: Ooops
Date: 2005-10-13 09:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-14 01:02 am (UTC)Dirty minds think alike! :)
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Date: 2005-10-14 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 04:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-13 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-14 02:55 am (UTC)Hey, IM me sometime. I'm SamBluestone3383.