I'm a single mom supporting myself and two children no thanks to my deadbeat ex-husband. Three months ago I started working as a cashier at Pencils. My pay was minimum wage, 20 hours per week which included constant pressure to sell extended warranties to customers who could barely afford the damn printer or computer they were buying in the first place. I put up with it because I needed the job. So now my take home pay after taxes is approximately $125. When my girlfriend Stacey suggested I think about dancing at our local gentlemen's club, telling me I could easily make $200-$300 a night, I gave it serious thought. It didn't take me long to arrange an interview at the club and I committed to dancing 4 nights a week. Well, here is the kicker... my first night, who walks in? You guessed it, my store GM, Daryll. I could tell he just about shit his pants, but I decided to play it cool. Here's the best part: When I arrived for my shift at Pencils the next morning Daryll called me into the office and told me I was "let go." I knew this was bullshit and thought about hiring a lawyer, but I signed the papers he put in front of me and there is now probably no recourse. I was thinking if I see Daryll at the club again I'll tell the bouncers he tried something inappropriate and let him get his ass kicked for ole times sake.