rich people dont know how to use a toilet.
at times a "veritable orchestra" of fluids find harmony by different diameters of urethrae, height of execution, and recent consumption. others fit three into one stall, for one person can puke, while another cuts some lines, and the third cleans up. i like it when they clean up. almost everyone at my new job does cocaine, and so do many of the guests. seriously the most surreal job ever. i walk on black marble, sit on a stool inlaid with ivory (and yes, it is real), lean against leather walls with mahogany trim, spend my spare time feeling velvet curtains and the minks behind them, and really never get bored of realizing again and again that im just a janitor in a three-piece suit. people tip me by how ashamed they are of what they just did. so fucking hilarious:
eat candy/use lotion: $1-3
to just take a piss: $0-1
to piss all over the place: $1-3
take a shit: $1-3
take a really gross stinky shit: $0 or 5
do some coke with a friend: $0
throw up and do some
coke with a friend: $5
deal some drugs: $10
fool around with whoever: $20 (in advance)
this job should at least provide some stories...and the mayor, well, his aim is amateur at best.
i cant even relate to the class of people who im working with. one of the buss-boys was complaining about how much he hates public transportation. he couldnt find a cab in the snowstorm and had to take a train...from his loft in soho. buss-boy. loft in soho. buss-boy. loft in soho. i just dont understand. i doubt ill last long at this job; i just dont have the greed.
eat candy/use lotion: $1-3
to just take a piss: $0-1
to piss all over the place: $1-3
take a shit: $1-3
take a really gross stinky shit: $0 or 5
do some coke with a friend: $0
throw up and do some
coke with a friend: $5
deal some drugs: $10
fool around with whoever: $20 (in advance)
this job should at least provide some stories...and the mayor, well, his aim is amateur at best.
i cant even relate to the class of people who im working with. one of the buss-boys was complaining about how much he hates public transportation. he couldnt find a cab in the snowstorm and had to take a train...from his loft in soho. buss-boy. loft in soho. buss-boy. loft in soho. i just dont understand. i doubt ill last long at this job; i just dont have the greed.