The Stripping World

Unlike the cleanest people in the planet, I never get grossed out by strip clubs.

Though in a dark alley where really filthy stripping stuff happens, I never felt like a strip club (generally) is where non-decent people go.

When people think of something to do before they die, usually it’s climb the Mt. Everest or go to the city of gods and be gods too. I had a ‘to work in a strip club’ section in my bucket list. No, I don’t want to be a stripper. I just want a job there.

As a part of my exploratory experience, I tried applying for one that’s an hour away from where I live. Before the interview, I cleared up to myself that it will just be a try (it’s scary to get home at 3 in the morning especially for someone who is 19 and still doesn’t have her license). If anything follows, why yes.. why not.

And there went my interview. Terrified of everyone, I sat down very quietly in the corner waiting for the manager. Puzzled on the situation, I approached the table where the strippers sit and wait for people. Still terrified, I asked (very politely) who to see or where to wait. The lady who I assume to be one of the strippers, as well, very politely responded with “Oh, you just have to sit thee and they’ll pick you up. *smiles*.” I saw the other lady smiled too.

Then they came. There were two of them and I just have to emphasise how nice and cheerful they were to me.

Unlike the other interviews that I’ve had and failed, this one feels different. There were no fake shows like “we are a team growing together” or “when we go home, we become a better person because of what we are in this workplace.” There was no bullshit like that in a strip club interview.

So they welcomed me, asked me stuff like what I do in life and why I chose to apply. Very proudly and gracefully, I told them my fondness of delving to what feels like uncommon to many people because life is too great to not make something different and a few lies. Straight after, the manager told me what the hostess and receptionists do and how the strip area works. The money that comes in, lap dances, etc..

And then the most exciting bit….

I went to the floor where strippers put make up on, fix their hairs and wear lingeries. That exact moment seemed like a scene in the movie where the main character sees a whole new different world and she smiles thinking it’s a much better place to dwell in. Yes, it was one of the most fantastic encounters – me and the strip club room. There were some strippers who were busy but still welcomed me as if I work there. Someone even reached for my hair and said, “Wow, you’re hair is so long.” Her, touching my hair was majestic. Strippers are a bunch of welcoming and nice people. Here and there, I saw smiles.

I exited the place and talked to the front receptionist. She didn’t do any stripping and she wished me luck and hoped to be seeing me working there.

That was the first best interview that I’ve had.