In this second half of the two part series on FailRun’s trip to the arena, I will wrap up our night, and give some important points about leadership.
When the hockey game was completed and I finished off humping an employee and taking other people’s money to tip the waitress, I was faced with a tough question: had my employees and business partners seen enough of me for one night?
The answer, of course, was no. I needed to think of a way to finish off what so far was a great night, and I needed to think fast before people would start taking off to get back to their families. My wing man, the Director of Production, gave me a great idea: hit up a strip club! I fired all of the broads that worked for me long ago, so it was just us guys, which made things a bit easier. As much as I love a good lawsuit, dealing with angry bitches is no fun.
We piled everyone into their cars and went on our way. When we got to a nearby club, I noticed that one of our web developers was missing. Someone said that he actually jumped out of one of the cars at a red light! I was a bit confused by this; I couldn’t see what wasn’t appealing about what was about to go down.
Once we got in to the club, I headed straight to the bathroom to make sure I was looking my best. I’m a busy man, so I don’t have much time for broads. When I’m in a strip club, I need to be on top of my game if I ever want to get some stank on the hang-low.
While I was re-wetting the gel in my hair with water from the sink, which I left running, I noticed a guy washing up beside me. He seemed cool, so I told him a little bit about myself. His jaw dropped when I told him about my big house and fancy cars. Of course, I made sure this guy knew what this stuff was worth, down to the dollar, so that he’d recognize that he’s in the presence of someone great.
After I established my dominance in the men’s room, I found the table where all of the guys were at. We arm wrestled for a bit, and then found some strippers to hit on us. One seemed keen to please us, so I got her to shout out the name of our company at the top of her lungs. She kept us entertained for a bit, but I could see the dollar signs in her eyes, so I told her to get lost after a few minutes.
We stuck around the club for quite a while and got really drunk. We racked up a pretty big tab with the waitress, mostly because I insisted that people drink with me or risk ending up on my bad side (fired). Some more subordinates started disappearing, but my main men stuck around, as they always do.
I can’t remember the rest of the night, but it must have been awesome. I woke up in my mansion with my car in the driveway. There was some grass on the bumper, but no matter, anyone that I hit probably deserved it anyways. If they were rich and successful like I am, they would have been driving a car instead of walking.
If there is one thing to take away from the trip to the strip club, it’s that you must always be on top of your game, or at least have a stripper on top of you instead.