Such is not the case with Puffing. As a Puff, my income depends wholly on how sexy I dress, the weather, and how many cheap or generous people I encounter in a night. A real job is from nine to five, when white-collar workers sit in front of their computers and slave away on projects. Puffing, on the other hand, takes place during a time of day in which most people sleep or slush down alcohol in hopes of relieving daytime stresses. Another aspect of a real job is that it includes a space that an employee can call his or her own, be it a cubicle, office, or entire building.
Puffs have no space.
We go to the customers rather than the other way around. In my opinion, this reversal is the oddest aspect of Peachy Puffing. I walk into other people's personal spaces and private lives. On my first night out as a Puff, my driver dropped me off at Decibel, formerly the Manhattan Lounge. When I walked in, I was shocked by a woman who had the wholesome smile of a suburban mom but wore a stretch lace dress with nothing underneath.