The Story of a Sex Worker

June 16, 2004

Bad Jobs

I was working at the Sizzler before I came to Bernard. Before that I had done temp work as a secretary. I'll tell you, that was almost like being a prostitute. Subservient and meat-like, being carted from job to faceless job. There was a certain loss of dignity in being yelled at for not dotting an "i" or for not completely licking closed an envelope. "Shirley, you do want this job, right? Because I'll call the agency and ask them to send someone who will do it correctly. It's not as if we're asking you to run the world." I got that for sending a box with incorrect postage. "That was an urgent package," she said, a sad, fat, black-haired spinster who poured herself into her work with the same fury as she poured milkshakes and cake into herself. "I'm sorry. You didn't tell me it was urgent," I said. "The fuck you're sorry," she screamed. "We shouldn't have to tell you if it's urgent." That was one story from what seemed a slow lifetime of meaningless work.

Before that I was waiting tables in a tourist bar in Hollywood. Fat daddies pinching me, or whole families yelling at me for ketchup, and screaming at me again when the ketchup would only come out a thin liquid. Each of the jobs, including Sizzler, lasted only a year. Any longer and I would have become a personal Bedlam.

I had moved to L.A. with the thoughts of doing something good with myself. I was born in New York and grew up in New Jersey, right on the other side of the river, on Green street. I graduated high school with honors. After I had fucked nearly the entire junior high school, including making out and fingering a fair number of girls, I withdrew into myself and devoted myself to school. I got mostly A's and even did well on the SAT, the top 2% of my class. Meanwhile I defended myself against my ineffectual mother and a father who hit me with a severity like he was trying to win a boxing match. I needed to find a way to get the fuck out.


  • At 12:14 PM, Blogger jp said…

    Another well written installment. Keep em comin, Shirley.

  • At 1:59 PM, Blogger sinsulita said…

    Just found your journal and enjoying it. Thank you for making me smile.

  • At 2:12 PM, Blogger Lady Charisse said…

    Looks like you made it out, a little battered, but whole. You're great at writing, ever stop to think of writing a novel or something? Maybe in a few months or so you could write an autobiography, or even a fictional book about being "in the business". I'd read it. I'm sure it would sell, whichever you chose.

    Just a thought.

  • At 2:41 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Just to let you know you have another regular reader.

  • At 7:14 AM, Blogger Mark said…

    I thought that this was a comment board for the Sizzler, but it seems not to be. Can someone please point me to the correct place on the internet to leave a note about an undercooked steak and a salad with half a spider in it?

  • At 8:32 AM, Blogger mpnugent said…

    Your stories are quite interesting. Great job and keep it going. It is just getting better.

  • At 9:27 AM, Blogger The Furnace said…

    Where would someone get your movies, and are they under the name you use for your blog?

  • At 11:28 AM, Blogger garybibb said…

    Wooo hooo Jersey girl ! Jersey suck sorry, i still live here. It won't let me go !!!

    Bibb's Revenge

  • At 1:51 PM, Blogger Inanna said…

    Engaging and fascinating.

  • At 9:49 PM, Blogger sinsulita said…

    I have been coming back every day looking for more. Looks like you're certain to be a hit around these parts. ;-)

  • At 11:51 AM, Blogger Steve said…

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