Starting to Dance at the Park Plaza

I was working at the Pink Pussy Cat as a bartender for $100.00 a week. I would dance as a stripper to "fill in" occasionally for some girl who took the night off. I got to where I wanted to dance full time and not bartend. I do not remember why my boss would not let me do this at the Pink Pussy Cat.

Some one told me to go to the Park Plaza on Twelfth and Central catty-cornered from the Pink Pussy Cat to see about stripping full time. They said I could get $100.00 a week and to not let the manager talk me into any less.

I went in and asked for a job. He told me he would like to hire me; but he could not take a girl away from another club. He said that in order for me to work for him; I would have to quit the Pink Pussy Cat for, at least, a week and then come see him about a job. I said that I would do this. He told me he would give me $80.00 a week. I told him that I wanted $100.00 a week. He said, "O.K., I'll give you $100.00 a week".

If it had not been for that person telling me to ask for $100.00, I would have probably taken the $80.00. I wish I could remember who that person was. There are a lot of incidents such as this that has happened to me where people helped me out; and I thought I would always remember their names; but I do remember their kindnesses. The fact that I cannot remember their names does not bother me as much as it would if I could not remember their kindnesses. It makes me sad to think that I have probably forgotten certain good things that people have done for me.