11 p.m. It’s so slow in here that girls are teaching new girls pole tricks on the closed stage. It’s not really fair to the girl dancing on the open stage because men always like to watch when girls do this, like witnessing something unique at the zoo: strippers in their natural habitat. And yup, they are all watching the closed stage, completely ignoring the naked dancer right in front of them. One of my male coworkers just walked by and said that he loves it when I smile. I’ve been told this all my life, but lately I find that I’ve been kind of half-smiling at work, because I can actually feel my wrinkles bunching up when I do the full thing. So stupid. I should just smile. If only I could get paid to smile. Oh wait, I reckon I already do.