The gambling urge!
Like I said, by Thursday night, I had money in my back account. Thousands of dollars. Readily available.
On Friday morning I made the conscious decision to just use it to pay off my credit card, but I was curious as to whether the 'amount available for cash advance' would now reset given I had repaid in full. I woke up on Saturday morning, and with only one eye open and half awake, I managed to use my phone to log into the credit card website to check.
It hadn't.
I called up the bank and asked whether I could withdraw cash. They said yes. So off I went.
I drove to the ATM in Chinksford and tried to withdraw money. I was almost dribbling with anticipation. But thee was one problem - I couldn't remember my PIN. I hadn't thought of this. I tried three times and couldn't get it. Then I remembered I must've had my letter that sent the PIN at home. I could go home and get it. It was now 7am, but I could still get back home early if I use the ATM near the casino.
So I went home, quickly found the letter with the PIN, and thought "aha!" as it brought back memories of me frequently punching that combination in. I then drove out to the casino and stopped in front of the convenience store nearby. ATM fees be damned.
But when I tried, it said I had gotten the PIN wrong three times. I tried calling the bank up to resolve it, but they called me telling me someone has been trying to withdraw cash and had gotten the PIN wrong three times. I said it was me, and they said ok, but it takes 24 hours to reset.
The rational and sensible side of me took over, silently thanking them for this stupid rule, and I said ok and hung up. I drove home, rationally glad that I hadn't done anything stupid.
I then walked to the doctor's for my 9am appointment. Despite arriving right on time, I was told that they were running behind schedule. I was happy to wait, until my phone battery started getting low because I was using it so much while waiting. I wonder if that is the nurse who asked if I was single.
I waited until about 9:40 when I was called. The doctor greeted me with his usual familiarity, asking me whether I had been up to Newcastle lately. I wonder how he has such a good memory. He told me the last time I saw him was six months ago about a knee injury where I had run into someone else's knee. I said it was more of the same today, lol.
He had me do some knee exercises, like:
1- standing slightly on my toes and squatting;
2 - standing slightly on my toes and on one foot and squatting;
3 - standing slightly on my toes and on one foot jumping up and down
I had no pain doing any of those and he had me lie on the bed as he felt my knee cap. I felt some pain as he pressed around, and he said I had a patella contusion, meaning a bruise on my knee cap. He gave me some tablets and sent me off on my way.
I then bummed around at home for the rest of the day. I had tried to organise a test car wash with Malay and Brain, but Malay never replied. Sometimes I am kinda disappointed in my friends, although I think he was just busy playing the newly released Diablo 3.
Today
In the morning, it was like ground hog day. I actually had this in the back of my mind all day. It was my plan all along.
I must've gotten to the same ATM at the same time. This time, I withdrew $800 successfully and went on my way to the casino. I couldn't wait. I was so looking forward to the good ole' days of having an early gamble, surrounded by people who had stayed up all night.
There was only one obstacle - as I got nearer to the casino, there was a road block. At first I thought nothing of it. Just make a detour and go round the block. But there were more detours. And a traffic jam. I watched as some taxis ahead of me did a u-turn, and I did the same and then parked on the street, and then scurried over to the casino. Turns out there was some sort of marathon, and the road which the casino was on was closed off for the runners. Lucky I didn't even try to get close to here.
I thought it was funny how some runners were crossing into the side of the road where people were supposed to be running in the opposite direction to get to the drinks station and how it required some police on their motorbikes to stop it.
Anyway, I went into the casino and went to the usual roulette area to the left. A few tables were open. There was one table with a female dealer and only one patron. That looked tempting, but I noticed the previous numbers hadn't been in my section. And for some reason, the dolly remained on the winning number and she wasn't moving it. She looked like she was waiting for something.
Screw the delay, I went to the opposite table where there was an old man in the middle, a young Caucasian guy playing colours, and an Asian dealer.
I bought in $400 worth of colour chips and bet on my first spin. I had three chips on a 4/7 split and it landed on...4!
I missed the next spin but it landed in my sector, and I thought "goddamnit, for once I'm going to try to ride a streak", so I bet on the next spin, again placing three chips on a 4/7 split and it landed on...7!
In a short time, I was up $270. I thought about leaving. My goal really was just to get $200 so I could pay for that goddamn phone bill which went crazy because I watched youtube videos on my phone. Now I had it, and some.
So I sat there thinking, and then there was a change of dealer. I sat thinking some more. A lady came onto the table - a pro by the ease she had with placing her bets - and pretty much bet all numbers outside my sector. I thought she had a pretty good chance, and then it landed on...34 - outside my sector, but I wonder if she had just forgotten to place her chips there. So all those chips of hers were swept away. That was enough of an example for me, and I cashed in.
I lined up at the cashier. There was a bit of a line as apparently there was some soccer game which had just ended. Anyway, I got my cash (query whether the dude was trying to short change me $10) and left. I drove to the petrol station to get $20 worth of petrol then went home.
I was pretty happy I suppose. I had won my $200, got some money for petrol AND some extra money for spending. Most importantly, I DID NOT LOSE. It can never be underestimated how important it is to walk out of there with at least what you walked in with. If only I had this mentality before.
After eating breakfast at home, I caught a bus out to work (it was raining) and slowly worked until 3pm. I say slowly because I kept checking my phone, as the team was trying to organise training (didn't happen), I had sent Jessica another message (no reply) and I was chatting with Erica. Part of me wanted to break down and cry because of Jessica. I thought she was suitable for me, but apparently she didn't think so. God, how much more money must I waste on these fucking dinners?
On Friday morning I made the conscious decision to just use it to pay off my credit card, but I was curious as to whether the 'amount available for cash advance' would now reset given I had repaid in full. I woke up on Saturday morning, and with only one eye open and half awake, I managed to use my phone to log into the credit card website to check.
It hadn't.
I called up the bank and asked whether I could withdraw cash. They said yes. So off I went.
I drove to the ATM in Chinksford and tried to withdraw money. I was almost dribbling with anticipation. But thee was one problem - I couldn't remember my PIN. I hadn't thought of this. I tried three times and couldn't get it. Then I remembered I must've had my letter that sent the PIN at home. I could go home and get it. It was now 7am, but I could still get back home early if I use the ATM near the casino.
So I went home, quickly found the letter with the PIN, and thought "aha!" as it brought back memories of me frequently punching that combination in. I then drove out to the casino and stopped in front of the convenience store nearby. ATM fees be damned.
But when I tried, it said I had gotten the PIN wrong three times. I tried calling the bank up to resolve it, but they called me telling me someone has been trying to withdraw cash and had gotten the PIN wrong three times. I said it was me, and they said ok, but it takes 24 hours to reset.
The rational and sensible side of me took over, silently thanking them for this stupid rule, and I said ok and hung up. I drove home, rationally glad that I hadn't done anything stupid.
I then walked to the doctor's for my 9am appointment. Despite arriving right on time, I was told that they were running behind schedule. I was happy to wait, until my phone battery started getting low because I was using it so much while waiting. I wonder if that is the nurse who asked if I was single.
I waited until about 9:40 when I was called. The doctor greeted me with his usual familiarity, asking me whether I had been up to Newcastle lately. I wonder how he has such a good memory. He told me the last time I saw him was six months ago about a knee injury where I had run into someone else's knee. I said it was more of the same today, lol.
He had me do some knee exercises, like:
1- standing slightly on my toes and squatting;
2 - standing slightly on my toes and on one foot and squatting;
3 - standing slightly on my toes and on one foot jumping up and down
I had no pain doing any of those and he had me lie on the bed as he felt my knee cap. I felt some pain as he pressed around, and he said I had a patella contusion, meaning a bruise on my knee cap. He gave me some tablets and sent me off on my way.
I then bummed around at home for the rest of the day. I had tried to organise a test car wash with Malay and Brain, but Malay never replied. Sometimes I am kinda disappointed in my friends, although I think he was just busy playing the newly released Diablo 3.
Today
In the morning, it was like ground hog day. I actually had this in the back of my mind all day. It was my plan all along.
I must've gotten to the same ATM at the same time. This time, I withdrew $800 successfully and went on my way to the casino. I couldn't wait. I was so looking forward to the good ole' days of having an early gamble, surrounded by people who had stayed up all night.
There was only one obstacle - as I got nearer to the casino, there was a road block. At first I thought nothing of it. Just make a detour and go round the block. But there were more detours. And a traffic jam. I watched as some taxis ahead of me did a u-turn, and I did the same and then parked on the street, and then scurried over to the casino. Turns out there was some sort of marathon, and the road which the casino was on was closed off for the runners. Lucky I didn't even try to get close to here.
I thought it was funny how some runners were crossing into the side of the road where people were supposed to be running in the opposite direction to get to the drinks station and how it required some police on their motorbikes to stop it.
Anyway, I went into the casino and went to the usual roulette area to the left. A few tables were open. There was one table with a female dealer and only one patron. That looked tempting, but I noticed the previous numbers hadn't been in my section. And for some reason, the dolly remained on the winning number and she wasn't moving it. She looked like she was waiting for something.
Screw the delay, I went to the opposite table where there was an old man in the middle, a young Caucasian guy playing colours, and an Asian dealer.
I bought in $400 worth of colour chips and bet on my first spin. I had three chips on a 4/7 split and it landed on...4!
I missed the next spin but it landed in my sector, and I thought "goddamnit, for once I'm going to try to ride a streak", so I bet on the next spin, again placing three chips on a 4/7 split and it landed on...7!
In a short time, I was up $270. I thought about leaving. My goal really was just to get $200 so I could pay for that goddamn phone bill which went crazy because I watched youtube videos on my phone. Now I had it, and some.
So I sat there thinking, and then there was a change of dealer. I sat thinking some more. A lady came onto the table - a pro by the ease she had with placing her bets - and pretty much bet all numbers outside my sector. I thought she had a pretty good chance, and then it landed on...34 - outside my sector, but I wonder if she had just forgotten to place her chips there. So all those chips of hers were swept away. That was enough of an example for me, and I cashed in.
I lined up at the cashier. There was a bit of a line as apparently there was some soccer game which had just ended. Anyway, I got my cash (query whether the dude was trying to short change me $10) and left. I drove to the petrol station to get $20 worth of petrol then went home.
I was pretty happy I suppose. I had won my $200, got some money for petrol AND some extra money for spending. Most importantly, I DID NOT LOSE. It can never be underestimated how important it is to walk out of there with at least what you walked in with. If only I had this mentality before.
After eating breakfast at home, I caught a bus out to work (it was raining) and slowly worked until 3pm. I say slowly because I kept checking my phone, as the team was trying to organise training (didn't happen), I had sent Jessica another message (no reply) and I was chatting with Erica. Part of me wanted to break down and cry because of Jessica. I thought she was suitable for me, but apparently she didn't think so. God, how much more money must I waste on these fucking dinners?
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