Its Just the Begininng!!!

It only took me 15 minutes to finding a parking spot downtown that was relatively close to the nightclub of the evening. I did my last hair check to my out of control curly afro. Yes, Flawless!!! Repositioned my headband, dismounted the car and grabbed my bag. Now I was on my way to the spot. Shortly I saw the ropes and red carpet. There's was a little line but that doesn't phase me at all. A couple guys looked at me and i knew as soon as i walk pass they will be looking at my butt. And yep, I was right. Two girls who had barely nothing on rolled their eyes at me. But the look on their faces when the doorman stopped checking their ID's to greet me and hold the door open for me was priceless!! I sashayed through the door wit my bag in tow. Had to stop and hug the lady up front who taken money. Not for me of course, I always get in for free where ever I go. Walked pass the front bar with flirtatious bartenders and waved to one and nodded to the other. Then I smile at the club owner who always seemed happy to see me and why wouldn't he? I took a deep breath and retreated to my dwelling for the evening, my spot that only i could fill, my precious domain: THE BATHROOM.

You see I am your friendly and helpful Bathroom Attendant.

Well actually bathroom attendant is really just a cover up. I really work undercover for the FBI. Its my job not only to catch the underage drinkers but too also keep an eye open some of America's female most wanted that can not stay away from the night life. It's a cool job, nice pay, and plus I get to carry a gun and a satun gun. I am trained six different martial arts. And If you believe that I would also like to invite you to my palace in Siam where I am royalty and throwing a big shindig in your honor. See ya there on Tuesday.

Bathroom Attendant, Soap Director, Human Paper Towel Dispenser. I have been called all of the above but I prefer "Professional WingGirl". Unlike other girls in my field, I like to talk to you and get to know you. I am not the one who will let you walk around with toliet paper on your shoes, your tag hang out, or even lipstick on your teeth. Its not in our job description but I like to live by the golden rule, well try.

Tonight was another typical night as I started setting my usual weapons of choose: some celebrity fragrances, top of the line lotions and body sprays, mints, gum, and some other helpers for the night. My station is always next to the sink locked and loaded with paper towels. We are not permitted to leave the bathroom when someone is in there as well as we are not to sit either.

While setting up I had a few people in and out but as soon as I handed the lady her paper towel, i placed my stack down and proceeding to the door to let her out, "Enjoy you evening". I told her as I followed her out. I went straight to the bar to order my regular.

"you want a cherry coke tonight, Ms. Lady." He knew I did. One of the many things I like about this bar was all of the men were in black shirts and ties. A man in a tie usually stood for a man about his business. Think about it. Wall Street, Tie. Managers, Tie. Chippendales dancers, Bowtie. Need I say more? But then we discovered they was out of grenadine at the front bar and I was not going to walk all the way over to the back bar. So I had to settle for a coke with cherries in it.

I scan the bar. Tonight they were hosting a business affair and a couple birthdays. This will be a low tip night.

The later the night got the more people got drunk. The more they got drunk the better my night went. A group of girls walk in with the birthday girl who apparently either been here for a while or was putting some drinks back before she got here. Every other word was not recognized in Webster Dictionary. Two of her friends were also abusing the english language. But I am happy to see there was one leveled head one. For some reason the birthday girl looked in the mirror and referred to hersellf as DORA because of her poofy hair. The leveled friend tried to clear them from the bathroom while saying "lets go find Diego"

Moments later, "JESS!!!!" some girl comes yelling in the bathroom. "Have you seen my friend? Thhe one I came in here with." Uhhh, okay I barely remember you how would i remember your friend? SHe could be anyone thats been in here. " She has blond hair." okay that narrows it done.

"do you remember what she was wearing?"

"she has on a black skirt." This is the kinda stuff I go through all the time. Out of frustration she left realizing she was the only one the in bathroom.