i thought and had a dream job back when i turned 21. i was a strip club disc jockey. ohhhh it was so great at the beginning, and then reality set in. reality 1. drugs, the girls would make good money then show up the next day fucked up on whatever their choice drug was. i seen girls fall asleep, fall off the stage(more than once), throw-up(in my booth 1 night, i was pissed), fall down snap a ankle. 2. the pervs, strip clubs have 2 kinds of patrons. 1 is the frat boys bachelor party(their not that bad actually, they spend alot, get the place fired up, and normally abide by the rules of the club. the second is the pervs. oh some of these guys are sick, and demented they actually believe these girls are interested in them. they get mad when they dance for other customers, stalk them, touch them, we had one guy got caught in the girls dressing room trying to steal their clothes. and most of them were vip because the amount of money they spent. i would have to shake their hands, make them laugh, basically be their buddy. i hated those sicko's and i had to play friend to them night after night, that sucked. MY REAL DREAM JOB was dealing blackjack in vegas and i got to accomplish that dream. it was awesome and i was really good at it. you can teach a monkey to deal 21, what you can't teach them is how to take people's money and they not mind because their having so much fun they don't even notice their money leaving to be with us,lol. thats the gift god gave me. why am i still not there? its personnal and has to deal with a girl. but i'm not sad about leaving hell i could always go back. plus when i came back me and dg got together. i would trade vegas and my dream job for her any day. if you ever thought about dealing CASINO GAMING SCHOOL in vegas the owner's name was nick kallos. his staff of teachers are phenominal, once you pay for a course you are a lifetime member of the school. they got me a job when vegas wasn't hiring anybody. school is a blast and i loved going everyday.