Alright Sweetheart?

Today I went in to town to get myself a temporary job somewhere. I decided to turn to the gay community for help, and went and asked for jobs in two bars in Kemptown. I'm sure I'll be able to get a good job in August so for now I need something quick and casual, cash in hand all the way!

I'm not going to name the places, but the first one was a big bar that I've went past many times but never actually gone in to. As I walked in the smell of cheap lager was overwhelmed by the shit music. Rihanna and Fosters, yum. I was greeted by a middle aged man at the bar 'Alright sweetheart!? What can I do for you?'. It was one of those moment when a tiny bit of vomit erupts in your mouth. But I swallowed my reaction, put on a great big smile and started winking my eyes. I think it went well, but he didn't actually say if they had any jobs at the moment. He asked me if I wanted full or part time work, to which I happily replied 'anytime works for me'. He then said that even though there may not be a job vacancy, he would get the manager to call me and get me to come in anyway... whatever that means.

The performance I put on was exhausting, and it was very hot today, so I decided to just go home after that. However, I went past one of those little gay bars on a side street off St. James' and saw an old friend of mine sitting in one of them. She waved frantically and I went in. She told me that she had finished working there last week. Score! She introduced me to the manager, a middle aged gay man, for whom I again started playing my Lolita persona. I think I would actually prefer working in the first bar but I suppose it would be alright. I then got a bit more confident and decided to try a few more places. As I walked past R-Bar an overweight gay man whistled and said; 'Alright sweetheart!?'. I immediately turned around and walked home.