my girlfriend has worked at the big techno club here since 7 years, even since it was at an earlier location. She is, no exaggeration, an institution in the scene, a true icon. Not perfect, she can be a bit bitchy when customers get out of line, though most do deserve a bit of a spanking. But charisma, she’s got it. She has been stressing all week because they called her into the office today, no idea why. Tried to keep her calm, it can’t be bad; maybe they’re just finally going to sit down and address the growing list of fucked up problems she’s been having.
Wrong. Fired. No warning, no notice, no chance to go away and cool down and return for second chance, not even ease out and bid farewell to the regulars over a month (though really, most of the regulars have given up on it a long time ago). FUCKING ASSHOLES. Poor thing is so totally crushed. Maybe it was time to bring things to an end, but they didn’t need to be so goddamn cruel and heartless about it. Most likely the new social-piranha manager did it to get the pants off one of the incompetent barbacks that’s been making her job a pain. Management there is becoming a bunch of political gossips, hiring cronies with zero charisma or drive.
right now, she is completely despondent. I expect she will be sleeping for several days. I am so going to miss seeing her reigning over that little bar; it’s when she was at her shining best. GODDAMMIT. No doubt, with considerable effort, we will arrange a sufficient bounce, but motherfuckers this really catches us flatfooted.
And since she’s out, i can now name the club, and say what I want: Berghain. Supposedly the best club in the world, and once I would say yes it was. But in the 3 years I’ve been going, I’ve watched the vibe there slowly go from brilliant to over, and nothing could ring the deathknell better than the loss of my gem darling. ASSHOLES, you are BEIGE!!
people, please send me some After Effects work. fucking hell I need for that phone to ring…