Teradži, Decembro 17, 2008

I am becoming more than a bit bored with these one client evenings. The fact that I need to work evenings to catch even one client at all is reason enough for frustration, though also kind of amusing seeing as I used to love working evenings and hated working afternoons. In either case tonight turned out much like last night did, with not even one call until well after the time of night when I would otherwise be on the road home. It was not even looking like a good call seeing as Elizabeth had felt it right to tell me that she thought he was an idiot. I trust her judgement in such matters and, sure enough, he was an idiot. But not just any sort of idiot. He was the sort of idiot who in walks with eyes glazed over and sporting a wardrobe that reeks of stank marijuana smoke. Of course the first the thing he asked me was whether or not I partake of the herb and, of course, he seemed confused when I told him that I so far from substance (at this point) as to be straight edge.

Well, straight edge but for one particular career choice.

The rest of the session was a crashing disappointment, just one more boring hand job given to someone too tired to even notice the technique or voice appreciation. In fact it seemed as though he was going to pass out at least twice and keeping him present in the moment took more effort than I wish I had provided. In the end he left with a promise to see me again some other evening, not something that I am all that keen about to be honest, and I washed hands. It was a waste of effort and a waste of makeup but at least there was cash involved. Most women who find themselves in such situations often leave with far less than that. But despite the cold comfort California is looking more and more attractive with each passing night.