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Like I said in my previous topic, Horse show dramatics, I don't really have a job like most people would consider a job. Most of the work I do is for a foundation, or donations or something like that, and occasionally a bit of pocket money. The one I focus on the most is a youth center for GLBT youth. I belly dance and do drag there, and what tips I get either I get to keep or go to the center to help fund them. Sometimes though, I get people who I would defiantely consider sucky, even if they aren't technically my customers. In a way they are though, because I'm doing this to entertain them, while earning money for a place.
The cast:
Me - in all my belly dancing coins and everything
CG - coin guy. You'll find out why.
CG came up behind me, and just picked me up. I'm not talking in a friendly way, I'm talking in a "you're small, I have an idea" way. Now, I'm not that big of a girl. 5' 1", 110lbs. I'm actually small. Well, a lot of people have been taking that to meaning they have every single right to pick me up. I normally don't mind it, but this one guy just...set me off. Now, I've known him for a little bit, but we were never close.
I expected that he'd put me down, but he didn't. Instead, he got a good hold on me...and shook me like a jar of coins. He wanted to hear the coins jingle madly, so he picked me up and shook me. How did he do so? By jumping up and down. At the moment I just had a WTF look on my face, but then I got pissed.
To go into a bit more detail, my top for belly dancing is backless, and leaves the stomach and neck bare. The only thing holding it on are three little black ties, going around the back and behind my neck. They aren't very strong - made of quite flimsy fabric - and definately aren't made for the strain they were put through.
In the middle of this man's hop (I really shouldn't call him a man. He's more of a boy. I'd say...18?) I heard a POP and the release of pressure on my back. When he set me down (I assume he heard it too?) I instantly went to my top to see what happened. One of the ties had snapped off the side, leaving me with a piece of black fabric hanging from my top. I was just a little more then pissed. On an average the tops I wear are anywhere from 60-75$ each. The entire outfit I wear can range from 200-300$.
I know that if it was -just- the little strap I could have sewn it back together. However, upon further inspection, I found that not only did the strap break, but the fabric and beads on the side piece had ripped, leaving a hole and falling beads everywhere. It also tangled the coins on the top, which are near impossible to untangle, and seperated the cups of the bra-like top and had moved them. To put it simply, my top was ruined, unrepairable (it was a handmade top) and I had a performance in ten minutes.
When CG saw how mad and close to tears I was, he just paled and left the building. No "I'm sorry" or anything. Honestly I could have gone after him and made him pay for a new top, but my brain had shut down for a little bit and was trying to think of ways to save my performance. I was so close to crying though, and I ended up having to drop my performance to go try and figure out a new top for the time being.
So that's one example of my form of SC's. I'll probably have more stories as summer hits.
The cast:
Me - in all my belly dancing coins and everything
CG - coin guy. You'll find out why.
CG came up behind me, and just picked me up. I'm not talking in a friendly way, I'm talking in a "you're small, I have an idea" way. Now, I'm not that big of a girl. 5' 1", 110lbs. I'm actually small. Well, a lot of people have been taking that to meaning they have every single right to pick me up. I normally don't mind it, but this one guy just...set me off. Now, I've known him for a little bit, but we were never close.
I expected that he'd put me down, but he didn't. Instead, he got a good hold on me...and shook me like a jar of coins. He wanted to hear the coins jingle madly, so he picked me up and shook me. How did he do so? By jumping up and down. At the moment I just had a WTF look on my face, but then I got pissed.
To go into a bit more detail, my top for belly dancing is backless, and leaves the stomach and neck bare. The only thing holding it on are three little black ties, going around the back and behind my neck. They aren't very strong - made of quite flimsy fabric - and definately aren't made for the strain they were put through.
In the middle of this man's hop (I really shouldn't call him a man. He's more of a boy. I'd say...18?) I heard a POP and the release of pressure on my back. When he set me down (I assume he heard it too?) I instantly went to my top to see what happened. One of the ties had snapped off the side, leaving me with a piece of black fabric hanging from my top. I was just a little more then pissed. On an average the tops I wear are anywhere from 60-75$ each. The entire outfit I wear can range from 200-300$.
I know that if it was -just- the little strap I could have sewn it back together. However, upon further inspection, I found that not only did the strap break, but the fabric and beads on the side piece had ripped, leaving a hole and falling beads everywhere. It also tangled the coins on the top, which are near impossible to untangle, and seperated the cups of the bra-like top and had moved them. To put it simply, my top was ruined, unrepairable (it was a handmade top) and I had a performance in ten minutes.
When CG saw how mad and close to tears I was, he just paled and left the building. No "I'm sorry" or anything. Honestly I could have gone after him and made him pay for a new top, but my brain had shut down for a little bit and was trying to think of ways to save my performance. I was so close to crying though, and I ended up having to drop my performance to go try and figure out a new top for the time being.
So that's one example of my form of SC's. I'll probably have more stories as summer hits.
By his actions I really doubt it!
unfortunately, I'm too small to just kick him in the family jewels in mid pick-up. But I have elbowed him a few times.
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