Showing posts with label Gambling. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 26, 2004
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
American Euro-Trash
I have finally got my cold to a manageable cough and sniffle. I also got a full night's sleep last night, so I feel a lot better. It really sucked. I was hating life this past week.
Anyway, today and yesterday I dealt to what I call American Euro-trash. There is no American term equal to Euro-trash that I know of. By Euro-trash, I mean rich, young europeans with nothing to do other than indulge themselves in a hedonistic lifestyle of sex and travel. So, I dealt to some of them and learned that their "leader" came from of family worth 700 million dollars and has 10 planes. He brought his drug dealer along and they were clearly on something quite strong and powdery. Last night, it was just the "leader" and two young ladies. He was barely coherent and the girls were clearly speeding. I believe they were just two girls he picked up or they were "ladies of the night". I didn't see them the next day.
Anyway, today and yesterday I dealt to what I call American Euro-trash. There is no American term equal to Euro-trash that I know of. By Euro-trash, I mean rich, young europeans with nothing to do other than indulge themselves in a hedonistic lifestyle of sex and travel. So, I dealt to some of them and learned that their "leader" came from of family worth 700 million dollars and has 10 planes. He brought his drug dealer along and they were clearly on something quite strong and powdery. Last night, it was just the "leader" and two young ladies. He was barely coherent and the girls were clearly speeding. I believe they were just two girls he picked up or they were "ladies of the night". I didn't see them the next day.
 | God Bless America!! I had an interesting experience in the Minneapolis airport, kinda along the same lines. A very handsome and well dressed young man (by well dressed, I mean he was kitted out in top-line Tommy Hilfiger. His shirt read "Hustler.") Anyway, this young lout was on the phone, chatting to one of his buddies about how they all needed to go to Prague and party. "Fuck Vegas," he said. "In Prague you can get a woman for like, $10 bucks. And these are quality, educated women." (Oh yeah, pal, you're going to be doing a lot of talking about Nietszche, I'm sure.) "Dude, it's a PARTY ..." pause ... "Yeah, Ibiza was OK. I have this girl down there too. She just won't leave me alone ..." etc. You get the idea. I would have ascribed this to posing/posturing, but he sounded completely serious and he DID sit in first class. It's a whole different way of life, fer sure. M (Reply to this) (Thread) |
| What's with the "Hustler" shirts anyway? Why not just wear a shirt that says "I like masturbating to porn". I never understood that. What girl would want to be seen with a guy wearing a "Hustler" T-shirt? Only paid women. That's why the guy was talking about $10 whores, NOW WITH EDUCATION. |
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Wednesday, September 8, 2004
The Official Amount for Monday Night
The official amount per person for working monday night is $587.12.
You know what ruins that though. Monday night, near the end, I had a jerk on my table. He was a local and works at the Venus nightclub in the Venetian as a host. He boasted about how he made $900 in tips on Saturday. He said he's happy if he can bring home $1,200 a week for working 5 hours, 4 nights a week. He said that my job as a dealer pays really well for what I have to do. He won a lot of money and guess what! That's right, he didn't tip. What a moron! He works for tips and all he does is make sure the high rollers get a table and that the cocktail waitress comes by. He clearly, barely makes enough for what he has to do.
You know what ruins that though. Monday night, near the end, I had a jerk on my table. He was a local and works at the Venus nightclub in the Venetian as a host. He boasted about how he made $900 in tips on Saturday. He said he's happy if he can bring home $1,200 a week for working 5 hours, 4 nights a week. He said that my job as a dealer pays really well for what I have to do. He won a lot of money and guess what! That's right, he didn't tip. What a moron! He works for tips and all he does is make sure the high rollers get a table and that the cocktail waitress comes by. He clearly, barely makes enough for what he has to do.
| hooray are you going to buy me something pretty? or at least a really nice lunch? |
Saturday, September 4, 2004
Vanessa, the Melancholic Floor Supervisor
Vanessa's not melancholic at all, she just looks it. I believe that she is in her forties. She wears dark clothes and her hair is jet black. She doesn't wear any makeup, giving her the effect of looking like a sad, polygamist wife. She actually is quite funny and personable. A lot of dealers have a problem with her because she's a stickler for procedure. That doesn't bother me, she just wants everyone to do everything correctly.
She told me a story today of when she was a dealer. She was dealing to a high limit patron and was very sick. She was taking cough drops and had a cough she was trying to prevent.
Yuck, a roach just dropped from the ceiling to the desk right in front of me. I killed it though, but argh. Vegas has too many roaches. If you go outside at night, they are running around everywhere. Luckily, we have cats that patrol the doors to prevent most of them coming in. We have discovered that they come in from other apartments through the door that houses the water shut off valves. We need to block that off somehow. Anyway, back to my story.
She had a cough. The man was with his "daughter". You know, the type of daughter that puts out. Anyway, after losing a couple of hands, the "daughter" leaned in and blew smoke directly in Vanessa's face. This caused Vanessa to cough uncontrollably. Vanessa said, "I'm sorry, but I'm very sick. Could you please not blow smoke into my face?"
The man got very angry and replied, "How dare you talk to her that way?!" He called over the floor supervisor and had them change dealers. She was taken to the shift supervisor that told her that she was in a lot of trouble. She said that she had every right and the daughter was doing it to be spiteful. She insisted that they go look at the tape and see that it was deliberate. They did and saw what Vanessa was claiming. She was off the hook.
Later, the man requested that Vanessa came to the table when the "daughter" was not there. He said, "I'm really sorry about what happened. You were completely right. I have to be superman though if I'm going to get some later tonight. You understand." This only pissed Vanessa off more. He then gave her $2,000 as a tip. The floor supervisor could sense that she was pissed off and said, "Just drop the tip in the box and go." She did.
She told me a story today of when she was a dealer. She was dealing to a high limit patron and was very sick. She was taking cough drops and had a cough she was trying to prevent.
Yuck, a roach just dropped from the ceiling to the desk right in front of me. I killed it though, but argh. Vegas has too many roaches. If you go outside at night, they are running around everywhere. Luckily, we have cats that patrol the doors to prevent most of them coming in. We have discovered that they come in from other apartments through the door that houses the water shut off valves. We need to block that off somehow. Anyway, back to my story.
She had a cough. The man was with his "daughter". You know, the type of daughter that puts out. Anyway, after losing a couple of hands, the "daughter" leaned in and blew smoke directly in Vanessa's face. This caused Vanessa to cough uncontrollably. Vanessa said, "I'm sorry, but I'm very sick. Could you please not blow smoke into my face?"
The man got very angry and replied, "How dare you talk to her that way?!" He called over the floor supervisor and had them change dealers. She was taken to the shift supervisor that told her that she was in a lot of trouble. She said that she had every right and the daughter was doing it to be spiteful. She insisted that they go look at the tape and see that it was deliberate. They did and saw what Vanessa was claiming. She was off the hook.
Later, the man requested that Vanessa came to the table when the "daughter" was not there. He said, "I'm really sorry about what happened. You were completely right. I have to be superman though if I'm going to get some later tonight. You understand." This only pissed Vanessa off more. He then gave her $2,000 as a tip. The floor supervisor could sense that she was pissed off and said, "Just drop the tip in the box and go." She did.
Friday, September 3, 2004
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves
So, tonight I was in the high limit pit. Mid-way through the shift, a group of men came to sit at my table. They weren't dressed like the usual clients that we get in the high limit room. There were three young men and they were dressed in neo-grunge, which I guess is called "emo" now. I don't know. One of them was dressed like Ashton Kutcher with the trucker's cap. The older gentleman appeared to be their father and he reminded me of the lead singer of Soundgarden when he had long hair. He was dressed in a beige shirt with the top four buttons unbuttoned exposing his hairy chest and a gaudy gold trinket on a chain. Eventually they were joined by three women that sat behind them.
They didn't really talk to me much. They had each other for conversation. Observing their conversation, I deducted that they weren't very bright. The father was definitely the leader and they always did what he told them, whether to stay or hit. If they did something out of the ordinary without consulting their father first, he would yell at them and call them a "fucking idiot".
They didn't tip at all. Basically, they each bought in for $1,000-$2,000 and were betting $100-$500 a hand. They did alright. I had a hard time knowing if they wanted a hit or if they wanted to stay because their hand signals were vague. After three hours, they all ended up winning and then tipped me a total of $500, which I wasn't expecing.
After they left, I told the floor person that they were unusual. She said that they were gypsies. I asked her how she knew and she said that they were using gypsy hand magic on the cards. That's why I counldn't always understand what they wanted.
They didn't really talk to me much. They had each other for conversation. Observing their conversation, I deducted that they weren't very bright. The father was definitely the leader and they always did what he told them, whether to stay or hit. If they did something out of the ordinary without consulting their father first, he would yell at them and call them a "fucking idiot".
They didn't tip at all. Basically, they each bought in for $1,000-$2,000 and were betting $100-$500 a hand. They did alright. I had a hard time knowing if they wanted a hit or if they wanted to stay because their hand signals were vague. After three hours, they all ended up winning and then tipped me a total of $500, which I wasn't expecing.
After they left, I told the floor person that they were unusual. She said that they were gypsies. I asked her how she knew and she said that they were using gypsy hand magic on the cards. That's why I counldn't always understand what they wanted.
| What the hell is gypsy hand magic? And tell me Patrick, you aren't losing an unusual amount of weight since you encounter are you? (Reply to this) (Thread) |
| Gypsy hand magic is when you are a gypsy and you use your hand to cast spells on stuff. At least, that is what I could gather from the name. No curse on me though. I think they liked me although the father did flip me off at one point, but it was all in "good fun". The floor supervisor said that when she was a dealer, gypsies would come in and she would be told to be nice no matter what or they would curse the casino. That's pretty funny. |
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