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casino blues 2004-03-01 - 6:38 PM So yeah I went and worked at the casino on friday night. I should mention that it was a one time thing, just that night, although I can always go back and sign up next weekend. Anyway, I now have even more respect for waiters and the like, because my legs and feet were killing me after an hour. I must've walked between the kitchen and the far end of the dining room (where my section was) at least a thousand times. Literally. At the end of the night, I got $10 in tips. The next bus back to town wasn't leaving for another hour, so I decided to try my luck at the slot machines. The Coeur d'Alene Casino doesn't have any card games, just automated machines. Anyway, I bought some food and stuff, and was left with five bucks. In about ten minutes, I hit a little mini-jackpot and had made $40, which doesn't sound like much but it is 8 times the amount I started out with. I should've stopped there, but I didn't. That weird feeling of "okay just one more game" hit me, mostly because I was in the deluded state that led me to believe that I would win more money. And soon I had lost all of my money. I was so pissed at myself, because $40 was more than I made from working the entire night. I guess I learned a lesson, though. I came home that night and recounted my story to Tom, and he basically said, "Dude, if you keep playing, the house ALWAYS wins." Duh, but he didn't understand the "okay just one more game" feeling that overtakes you. Anyway, not to worry, I'm not going to become a gambling addict like Marge Simpson or anything. Media update:
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