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So, I'm quitting ONE of the clubs I DJ at... things are just rediculously lame within the staff there. And I'm kind of sad to leave in a way because I was there from the start... but I just don't think the stress is worth it anymore. I don't enjoy myself there at all. I have fellow staff members that act like children when things don't go their way... much like a little incident tonight...

I don't mind most strobe lights. Little ones don't bother me much... but big spotlight type ones that are extreamly bright make me dizzy and i've been known to fall over on the dacefloor due to lights before. I ask one of my fellow DJ's:

Me: "hey.. can you kill the strobe light, it's making me dizzy.."
other DJ: "No... they (meaning the 5 people dancing) like it.."
Me: "I don't care if they like it, I don't feel like falling over and passing out..."
other DJ: "But you're staff, you should care about what they like..."
Me: "Yes, exactly, I'm staff and I care about what our patrons like, but I also care about my well being which you obviously DONT care about..."

So, he shuts off the strobe and throws this tantrum like a kid in the DJ booth.. its like.. grow the fuck up dood... its not a difficult request.

Lo-and behold.. the strobe goes off and the people dancing on the floor continue to dance... it did not make a huge difference.

But it's things like that.. leetle highschool petty drama. It's lame. I get no enjoyment out of Wednesday nights. I don't feel like part of a team running a club, I feel like a little minion that's being kept around because I can pull half the people in... screw that. It's not worth it.

In other news, I got a beta today. She's purdy