Killing off the personal loan
When I got there, it seemed like it was the ideal time for the casino to try out their new dealers. The Australian girl I had was maths deficient and struggling to add up even basic combinations. Every time she needed to check with her supervisor first that she got it right. I didn't mind too much at first, but then it really slows the game down, and I had really only 20 minutes there as it takes 20 minutes to walk there and back.
Next was a young Asian girl, whose maths was substantially better but was real slow in organising and stacking the chips. This also added delay to the game. Throughout the whole time I was down a little bit.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore and cashed in to move to another table. My lunch hour was already up but I figured it could be one of 'those' occasions where I'd take a 90 minute lunch. I got desperate and started rushing around the tables with my $100 chips. I used them to bet the 1-2 sector and won once, then rushed over to another table where the ball was already spinning, hustling to place all my chips on numbers, straight ups. This was the largest I had ever bet - $100 on a single number. I didn't even know where I was betting, I just wanted to get them all down in time.
I walked away a bit and saw on the screen it landed on 21. I was expecting a loss, as I had only bet like eight numbers or something. I looked down and there was one of my $100 chips on 21! I had won $3500, which was a $1500 gain. I had almost made up my earlier loss of $1700 in days prior.
I left the casino quickly and returned to work. I was soooo lucky, I told myself. I also told myself that I would take a break from it all now to appreciate how lucky I was to make back my losses.
However, after work I went back. I played at a table standing next to the guy who looked a bit like G. We talked about the sectors as we played, and I ended up losing $2000. I wasn't betting the way I normally played for some reason. I was beginning to bet as a social thing.
I felt like shit. I left the casino, went back to the office to change and then went home. After dinner, I returned to the casino. I had sent Sugi a message asking her out to dinner. When I saw that she had read it and didn't reply, my casino decision was justified. Upon this visit, I encountered that asshole of a prick security guard, the old, fat balding one. He always stops me for an ID check when I go in, whereas the others just let me in.
This time I nodded at him and he didn't say anything as I walked past. Then a few steps inside, he calls me back. I was like "you waited all that time?" and he said he changed his mind. I showed him my licence and he looked at it for a long time. I tried to make a joke about wishing I was Benjamin Button whilst at the same time he asked me if I was a regular. As I was speaking he repeated his question sternly "are you a regular?" I didn't like the way he said that. He told me to stop smiling and stared at me. He then gave my licence to the other female guard and said she would let me in. She took a glance and let me in. What a cunt.
The guy who looked like G was still there, though this time I didn't talk to hm. I was never up. I lost $2000 rather quickly. Can you believe it just landed 0-3 sector like five times in a row since I started betting? What the fuck? Seriously? Are you seriously telling me there's no one watching above and pressing buttons???
I swore I would never return. This was it. I would pay off my personal loan with whatever cash I had and be done with this fucking thing. It was driving me crazy. It was making me lose control. I wasn't myself. My mind was filthy.
Afterwards I went to the brothel in Marrickville where Jin had once worked. Maybe a part of me had hoped to see her, or maybe I just wanted to see what conditions she worked in. I went in and the male receptionist was friendly enough. He told me there were a lot of girls but I was only shown one, who wasn't very attractive. He asked if I wanted to wait and I said yes. I was shown one more and I said I'd wait, then by the third I figured I should stop fucking around and so just went with the third.
Her name was Sarah. Her face wasn't much, but was friendly. The bed was dirty, with stains all over the sheets. Ugh. I paid $160 for the hour and thought about how little of that went to Jin. After the sex we talked but nothing eventuated. I kinda wanted to get away, but she was giving me this head massage which was awesome. Back when I used to have hair cuts, I always loved how the barber would incidentally massage my head. She kept this up for like 15 minutes and I thought if I ever want to be pampered, I'd have a head massage.
This morning at work, I transferred $10,000 from my bar savings, and $6190 from my dad's shares. At lunch time I checked to see if it had arrived and it hadn't. Then I got a silly idea.
What if you have one last gamble? Surely you can make a bit back! Surely!
And with that stupid thought, I walked off to the casino once again, withdrawing $2000 from my personal loan. I went to a table and bought in $800 worth of chips. The dealer was a tall Australian guy. I was up $20 and thought about leaving. Then there was a dealer change. The girl spun up 0-3 sector like three times to kill me. Right from the get go. Fucking hell.
All this time I had noticed that two tables away, the Korean girl was working as a dealer. This was my chance! I would go over and play and talk to her. But when I had lost all my $800, I walked over only to see that her shift had ended :(
I played the remaining $1200 at a table and lost. Fucking again, the 0-3 sector came up enough times to kill me. I was beginning to think that everyone should just bet against me and make some money. I stood around, dazed and confused. I wanted to wait for the Korean girl to come back and play at her table, so I went to withdraw $1000 from the ATM and came back.
I bought in $25 chips and played them, and lost. The Korean girl was at a $5 table now. I never play at them because they have a 00 wheel. I was lost and didn't know what to do. I put my last eight $25 chips on 32. It landed on 17. I walked back to work feeling like a complete dumbass. Here I was transferring just enough to pay off the loan, and now I had just lost $3000 more. Fucking hell.
I went back to the office and transferred $3000 more from my bar money. That's it. No more money. I'm risking my bar future here. I may very well not have enough money to go to the bar next year :(
When I got home, I saw that all the money had arrived, and I promptly transferred it over to kill off the personal loan.
Goodbye!
