~Philos/Phallos Interruptus~

Porn. It's big business, sometimes exciting, but also an incrediby stupid job. This is what I do, now the economy has forced so many overqualified engeneers & computer admins in lower paying jobs -- any one of which I should have.

I didn't go looking for work in porn -- & I'm not in videos. I sell them, as well as most everything else related to sex. I'd been working at home when my girl friend told me that we weren't making the bills every month. She handles the bills, as well as a number of charge cards, & our debt had, as with most people, exceeded our income. So, thousands of resumes later, I find myself accepting a low paying retail job in a porn shop, catering primarily to the gay community.

Now, I'm just a straight guy, rather vanilla, & though I'm often told otherwise, I posess a sense of humour. True, it is jaded, & often my jokes are not understood. But I find them funny.

But I'd thought a running commentary on my days would be entertianing for others, so here we are. I'll try to write something up each day I work. It may only be annoyances, or the stupid things said or done. We'll see how it goes.

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14-Feb-03

Jerry killed a man last night. Jerry is the Assistant Manager. He doesn't care for the homeless.

I'd come back in from having a cigarette & had told Jerry that another homeless man had taken up residence in the storage area beghiind the garbage bins. Angrily, Jerry storms outside. When he'd returned, he was covered in blood & saying "...the bastard made me do it."

Sadly, because Seattle Mayor Nickels seems to think that his salary is more important than getting more than four cops on the streets for all of the east side of I-5 at night, there won't likely be any repercussions.

16-Feb-03

Jerry was busy yesterday. He'd come in early, during the first shift, to install electrical equipment above & below the dressing rooms. The description of this equipment he'd given me last night was rather vague, but the main pieces of equipment, it seems, were Tesla coils. The intent behind installing this equipment is to eliminate undesirable customers.

There were three opportunities to test this equipment last night. Each test worked successfully, leaving the undesirables no more than crispy, bloody heaps on the floor.

As freak accidents occure all the time, the police, though sceptical, could find no explanation for the condition of the corpses, & no charges were filed. The investigation was concluded with the detective in charge telling us that if such accidents continue, we should simply put the remains in our dumpster.

18-Feb-03

I got an early morning call from Tasha, the shop Manager today. She was asking for the phone number of my oldest friend Faust, as he's just returned to the shop after a drug related hiatus. Faust is, just now, also my room-mate, so I woke him to speak with her.

Tasha was alone in the shop -- the other employee who opens on weekdays, Lopes, had quit. I have no details on this as yet, but I have my suspicions.

Last night, Jerry, Faust & I were talking about the kids, as we call them -- the employees we all love to hate. One, Sandy, who will soon be appearing in porn videos, had found another job with another company; TJ, a rather mentally hanicaped boy, has turned in notice to move to Las Vegas; & Lopes, who simply can't do his job & needs help tieing his shoes. Jerry wantad to find a way to get Lopes fired. I suggested it would be better to find a way to get him to quit.

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