Monday, June 21, 2004
Shift: 2 AM - 10 AM
Station: Pit
These three guys sat down at one of the tables and started gambling. They
each had a bottle of champagne that they were drinking straight from the bottle,
and it became obvious that they were really drunk. One of the guys said to
me, "Hey ... can I ... can I get a ... um, a thrblrthth............?" I
was like, "Sorry, we're all out of that." So the pit boss cashed in their
money and told them they were done playing for the night. One of the guys
went to the next table and put his money down on the roulette wheel. The
pit boss said, "When I said you were done, I meant at any of the games.
When you sober up you're more than welcome to come back and play." The guy
said, "Oh, really? So it's OK that I came in here last night and dropped
$700.00 but I can't gamble now? Thank you, thank you very much Mr. Boss
Man." The pit boss said, "You're very welcome." The guy said,
"You're fucking right I'm welcome!" and they walked towards the end of the pit
and started playing some slot machines. One of them went and sat at the
table at the end of the same pit. The pit boss at that end, who's a black
guy said, "Sorry, I can't let you play." He said, "You can't stop me from
gambling, nigger," and he got up and walked to the pit across the way and sat
down at the table there. A cocktail waitress came by to take orders and he
tried to order a drink. He still had the bottle of champagne, which he was
trying to hide between his legs. She refused to serve him and when started
to argue with her, she walked away. I have no idea where his two friends
went, but by the time security got there, he was the only one there.
They took his bottle away and walked him over to registration to check him out
of his room. I was hoping to see some excitement, so I followed them over
there, and I hid around a corner with a casino porter so we could see what was
going on. I noticed how calm the guy was, and I was a little disappointed
that he didn't put up a fight. It looked like all they were going to do
was escort the guy out of the casino. They started walking towards us and
I noticed how good-looking the guy was, really tall, strolling along casually
with his hands in his pockets. wearing a nice t-shirt and shorts...and if he
hadn't opened his mouth earlier to reveal what a racist jackass he was, I would
even say he was kind of a hottie. Then as they walked by us, the guy
suddenly dropped to the floor, grabbing his leg, shouting, "Oh my god!
My leg! I can't walk! I'm serious!" His face was contorted in
overacted pain, appealing to the security guards for some sympathy. The
casino porter and I just looked at each other, our mouths open in disbelief.
The porter said, "That was pathetic, what a fucking faker!" It was like
one of those scenes from The World's Dumbest Criminals. The
security guards obviously felt the same way, because they all just looked at the
guy without helping him. He was still on the floor yelling, rocking back
and forth, wailing like a little girl, and whimpering, "It hurts, I'm serious!
Wah!!!!!!!!!" It was a very pathetic scene. We watched as they got a
wheelchair and wheeled him away. Hopefully to the loony bin. I
couldn't get over the fact that this guy looked so normal, and yet he had to
have been planning this scam the whole time that he seemed so calm and quiet.
I guess you can never tell.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Shift: 2 AM - 10 AM
Station: Pit
We have a new girl at work, she's been there maybe 2 weeks, super nice, young,
and pretty. The perfect victim for an old hag cocktail waitress. So
the other day the young girl was working and she passed by a couple who were
sitting in the old hag's station and they asked her if they could order a drink.
The young girl told them that their waitress would be right out to serve them.
Every time the young girl walked into the bar, she didn't see the old hag, so
she wasn't able to tell her that the couple needed a drink. She walked by
the couple again, and again they asked her for a drink. The young girl
didn't want to serve them because she was brand new and didn't want to be seen
serving drinks in another girl's station. But finally, when the couple
asked her for the 4th time, she asked the bartender what she should do, and he
rightfully said, "Just serve them," so she brought them two Budweisers.
The couple, who were very nice, tried to tip the young girl, but the young girl
said, "No, it's all right, you can give it to your waitress when she comes
around." Just then, the old hag walked by taking orders and saw the young
girl standing there and said, "Did you just bring these drinks?" The young
girl said, "Yes, you were busy so I just thought I'd help out." The old
hag said, "You don't ever serve my customers, understand me? If somebody
wants a drink, write down the order and leave it at the bar for me. Don't
you ever let me catch you doing it again." And she walked off. The
customers just stared in disbelief and said, "I can't believe that girl was such
a bitch to you! You were being totally nice and you even wanted us to give
her the tip!" The young girl was so stung by what the old hag said that
she suddenly burst into tears, right in front of the customers. The
customers felt really, really bad, trying to console her, throwing their money
on her tray. The young girl had to run into the restroom to compose
herself before she could continue working.
Now, I'm relating this story because I hate bullies. And because the young girl was too scared to tell management about it. In fact, she freaked out when I told her I was going to put it on my web site. But I'm not scared of the old hag, and I want everyone to know what happened. I told the young girl I wouldn't reveal any names, but anyone who works with us will know who I'm talking about. Bitch! The young girl was absolutely right in serving those customers, and the old hag knew it. And even if she did do something wrong, the old hag had no right to humiliate her like that in front of customers. I wish those customers would have complained, that old hag would have been in so much trouble! So if you ever see an employee verbally abusing another employee, please make a complaint, bullies need to be punished whether they are customers or employees.
Sunday, June 6, 2004
Shift: 10 AM - 6 PM
Station: Slots
This guy ordered a Coke and when I brought it to him he said, "Let me ask you
something...how much do you make?" I set the drink down and said, "How
much do you make?" He said, "Oh, well...I'm writing a book, and you
know, it hasn't come out yet, so I can't really say." I said, "I can't
either. But I tell you what, you just brought my average down." He
said, "Yeah, well, I don't have any money on me right now." I picked up
the Coke and said, "I'm sorry, you have to be playing or else I can't serve you.
Put that in your book."
Thursday, June 3, 2004
Shift: 5 PM - 1 AM
Station: Lounge
This old couple came in the lounge while the band was playing and sat in the
front row. I went up to them and said, "Hi, what can I get for you?"
They both scowled at me, and the old lady said, "It's so loud in here! How
can we be expected to enjoy ourselves with all this noise?!" I looked at
her for a second, then said, "You stupid fuck! Didn't you hear the band
all the way in the casino and notice that it got louder as you came in,
especially since you sat your retarded-asses down in the front row?! I
thought old people were supposed to be all wise and shit!" Not really, but
that's what I wanted to say. Instead, I said, "I'm sorry, maybe you'd like
to sit further back where it's not so loud," and I pointed at a table in another
girl's station. She said, "Well, OK, but this is ridiculous. Bring
us two Bloody Marys." I walked back to the bar and said to the other
waitress, "Hey, that nice old couple wants a couple of Bloody Marys." She
said, "Are they paying cash?" I said, "Hell, I don't know." So she
went to ask them, and I could see the lady arguing with her. When she came
back she said, "That lady is a fucking bitch!" I was laughing my ass off
and she said, "I asked her if they were paying cash or charging it and she asked
how much it was, and when I told her she was screaming, 'I'm not paying that
much for a drink! This is highway robbery! I don't care if you have
a 2-drink minimum. Just bring me water, and don't try to charge me!'"
I said, "That's weird, because she was really nice to me." The waitress
looked at me, then said, "You liar, you're such a bitch! Just you wait!"