Pure Atlanta

On my spring break this year me and my girl went to Daytona। I was working at this club as a cocktail waitress at the time. I went on my vacation. Got a tattoo on my toe, and came back with this feeling like I didn’t have a job. I always get these little premonitions that end up coming true. Maybe it’s more of a self for filling prophecy; anyway something told me to text my manager to see if I was working or not Friday. He sent me a message back saying “You didn’t get my voice mail?” I was thinking oh shit, I’m fired. So I call him, and he was like “Yeah it just wasn’t working out, blah blah blah॥” Anyway the point is he called me while I was on vacation to fire me. He Craiged my ass, just like on “Friday”. I found this out after a happy day at my job at the school at a café with one of my co-workers. We were drinking. Even though I only had one, I’m sure the alcohol contributed to how I was feeling. I cried so hard. In front of this Persian guy who manages the café, who I think is hot. Even though I got fired I was kind of relieved. I didn’t like what the club I was working at was becoming. The manager really didn’t want black people there. I heard him say “Play techno so “they” will leave”. The exact opposite always happened. The white people would leave, because white people love hip hop too. The point of this is..A BYTCH HAS A NEW JOB!! I knew that the door slammed in my face, wouldn’t be the last. LOL..I hope I keep this job for a while. The club actually does promotions, unlike the club I just left. I do miss the first club I worked @ though. Not the one I got fired from. It was so laid back, I could sip and smoke on a lil sumthin while serving. Those were the days. Now I just need the strength to be able to raise my daughter, go to school, teach @ school, and work @ the night club.