Sweaty Money From Your Boobs

It is bad enough that people pee and don't wash their hands, come back and start touching cards and chips, but when a particularly large woman reaches down her shirt and pulls out money, that is pretty gross. It is even worse when the money is limp and moist from sweat! These people can afford to gamble hundreds of dollars, but can't even afford a small wallet to hold their money? Seriously! Buy a fucking wallet! Place your money in there! Give dry money to your dealer for change! Is it such a foreign concept?

Never Count Your Money When You're Sittin' At The Table

Or in front of the bathroom, or anywhere some crazy person is watching. Every night I see people taking out wads of cash, counting it in full view of everyone (I am assuming so they can feel important) then taking out only a few hundred and putting the rest away, only to pull it out again and recount minutes later.

If I were not an honest person, I would set up a sting with a friend and locate these people, make note of where they are keeping these cash wads, then sending message to a cohort when these people leave so he can roll them in the parking lot (which there are no surveillance cameras at at my place) and make bank. It would only take one sucker a night with a nice wad to make a few grand. That is a whole lot more than the $157 a day that I make now!

People! WAKE THE FUCK UP! Cash is king and flaunting it does not make you important, it makes you an idiot and a TARGET! The saying "What happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas" is the same for most casinos. They don't want to advertise the deaths, murders, thefts, break-ins, etc that happen at their establishments, and most people feel too stupid to admit that it happened to them, so most of these things go unreported. So have fun, but be smart. The only people who are going to be impressed with your wad of cash are those people who would do anything to get it~!

Throwing Cards and Other Anger Actions

So I come into work tonight and it was relatively slow. I go to my pit and am sitting just relaxing when all of the sudden I here a bang, some vulgarities and see some cards flying across the Pai Gow Poker table. I stand and watch amused, laughing inside at the childish behavior coming from a man of 52 years. Here sits a man, his miserable looking wife and a poor quite Chinese dealer. The dealer stays silent as the man complains he is "getting no hands". What he really means is that he is not getting a hand that is paying him big bonuses. His hand does not lose, which I point out to him. He responds that he just wants a 9 high pai gow, a hand which will pay him 100 to 1 on his bonus bet (a total of $500 if he does get one). "I almost had 3 of then tonight!" he says. I smile and respond, "That's why it pays so much! Everybody ALWAYS almost has them." And turn and walk away.
How is it that people get so angry and disgruntled over a game that they are not really even losing? I mean, this guy did not lose, he just did not win in the way he wanted to. Are all of our expectations in life so much bigger than the reality? Can't we just be happy winning or do we always have to win big to feel successful? How much do we have to lose to get the big payout? Does the big payout ever come? And if it does, do we appreciate it and stop? If life was based on the Pai Gow player, I would say no. The big payouts are never big enough. We did not risk enough when it did come. We always will lose our big payout back to the casino because we just don't take it and walk away. We lose the joy of hitting big because, like a drug, it is never as exciting as the first time so each successent time, we are looking for something better; a bigger payout, a larger wager, a bigger fit when we don't get what we want.

Through The Eyes of A Vegas Local

In the years that I have lived in Las Vegas, I have seen many things, heard many things and after working in the casino industry understand even more than I ever thought. I have learned about people, their behaviors, their addictions, their pains; and that is just the people I work with. The patrons have their own fucked up sides too. I am writing this blog to catalog the stories of my life and times in Las Vegas. I hope you enjoy and learn.