Jigged work for casino / Julie / Misha?
After crying last night, I made the borderline decision not to go into work today. I called up to say I had a headache and wouldn't be in. It wasn't a complete lie, I did have a very small minor headache, but I could've done a day in the office.
Nevertheless, I put on my suit minus the tie and went to the casino. I got there at about 10am, and as I was walking there, I thought "so this is what being unemployed but trying to look employed must feel like". I also felt like Mark Wahlberg's character in The Gambler.
I had $4000 with me, and my ambitious goal was to get to $10,000. Yes, I was planning to spend a whole day here. My plan was to win $1000, take a break, then win another $1000, take a break, and so on.
At my first table, I went up $1000 in pretty much no time, by a combination of martingale and luck. However, I didn't take a break. I kept going, and soon found myself back to where I started.
I kept playing, and before I knew it, it was already around 12pm. I was up and down, but it seemed like for the most part I was hanging around a $1000-1500 gain. At one point I was up $3000.
I played at Katie's table, and for the first time made a bit of chit chat with her. I find she really likes talking, and quiet tables probably bore her. I also found that she's quite...blunt. Like at one point, she was telling her supervisor how she wished the next guy would come take her shift quickly as she needed to "do a shit" and that she had been "farting" all this time. This was in front of like three or four players at the table. Her supervisor looked quite embarrassed. It's funny, because before that, at one point, I was about to say "what is that smell?" as I thought I smelled something.
Julie was working around the area I was playing in, but I generally avoided her, at times even walking past in front of her to play at another table. However, at one point, she went on a break, and I changed tables to one near where you can buy chips. I thought there'd be a good chance she'd end up on this table when she returned from her break, and I was right.
I decided I'd make conversation with her. I watched her as she sat down, waiting to make eye contact. She continually adjusted her seat for what seemed like a long time. I think she was nervous. Even after that, it seemed like she didn't want to look at me, until finally when she did, she said "oh hey". I said "I see you've moved onto baccarat", and she said yes.
She quickly launched into a what seemed like very apologetic speech, saying sorry for the last time when she flipped over my cards instead of letting me squeeze them. She said she only saw my chips afterwards and out of the corner of her eye. I told her not to worry as it didn't really change the cards anyway. It struck me that this was something she had been wanting to say to me for ages, as it seemed a little rehearsed and she kinda stuttered a bit.
Anyway, we got talking. Apparently she's been doing baccarat for eight months now, and she prefers it more than roulette as the customers complain less. She also said that where we currently were, she would be lucky to work there as they get to sit down, whereas at the other baccarat tables she is usually at they have to stand.
I told her about my trip to Japan. She asked how long I went and who I went with. She seemed a bit surprised that I'd go alone, especially for my birthday. Also told her I was going to the US at the end of the year, so I couldn't afford to lose too much.
She seemed very talkative, and so I guess we were back on good terms. I'd like to think it meant she was interested in me, but I am a bit wary about coming to that conclusion.
There were other people playing at the table too, but after a few losses by them, most walked away. When the shoe finished, I talked to her a bit before leaving, saying I was going to get something to eat.
I went to roulette instead, and spent a bit of time winning $200 and then going to eat something. I couldn't believe it was like 4pm already, and I was up about $2600. After eating, I returned to baccarat where I saw a really crowded and loud table. I went to take a look and instantly saw Angel, Misha and the same guy sitting there. I came to the conclusion that the guy wasn't Misha's boyfriend or anything, nor was she interested in him in that way.
I played at another table, and when that ended, went to a table downstairs. I found one where that Vietnamese guy with the mustache was playing and decided to follow him. Unfortunately he didn't seem to have as much luck as usual, and he got pretty pissed. I, on the other hand, managed to win a bit and claw my way back up to a $3000 gain.
I saw Angel, Misha and the guy walk out to an open area, presumably for a smoke. The way Angel walked between them made me more sure that there was nothing going on between them. Later, when they came back, they were walking towards and past me, and I'm pretty sure they saw me as I was playing with $5000 worth of chips in my hands. I thought they had left but I later saw them split up at some tables upstairs.
I decided that was enough for me, and went to cash out. I went to the Vietnamese chick and tried to start up a conversation again, saying "I got lucky at baccarat" and all she said was "is it". Hmmm.
Anyway, I sat around a bit thinking about going for a punt, but unbelievably I didn't really know of any shops other than my regular haunt. So I walked back to the main part of the city, deposited my cash, then caught a bus home.
For some reason, winning $3000 doesn't seem like as big a deal as it actually is. I just don't seem to appreciate the fact that today could've easily gone the other way and I'd be $12,000 in debt instead of $5,000. I really wish I could knock that fact into my head.
Nevertheless, I put on my suit minus the tie and went to the casino. I got there at about 10am, and as I was walking there, I thought "so this is what being unemployed but trying to look employed must feel like". I also felt like Mark Wahlberg's character in The Gambler.
I had $4000 with me, and my ambitious goal was to get to $10,000. Yes, I was planning to spend a whole day here. My plan was to win $1000, take a break, then win another $1000, take a break, and so on.
At my first table, I went up $1000 in pretty much no time, by a combination of martingale and luck. However, I didn't take a break. I kept going, and soon found myself back to where I started.
I kept playing, and before I knew it, it was already around 12pm. I was up and down, but it seemed like for the most part I was hanging around a $1000-1500 gain. At one point I was up $3000.
I played at Katie's table, and for the first time made a bit of chit chat with her. I find she really likes talking, and quiet tables probably bore her. I also found that she's quite...blunt. Like at one point, she was telling her supervisor how she wished the next guy would come take her shift quickly as she needed to "do a shit" and that she had been "farting" all this time. This was in front of like three or four players at the table. Her supervisor looked quite embarrassed. It's funny, because before that, at one point, I was about to say "what is that smell?" as I thought I smelled something.
Julie was working around the area I was playing in, but I generally avoided her, at times even walking past in front of her to play at another table. However, at one point, she went on a break, and I changed tables to one near where you can buy chips. I thought there'd be a good chance she'd end up on this table when she returned from her break, and I was right.
I decided I'd make conversation with her. I watched her as she sat down, waiting to make eye contact. She continually adjusted her seat for what seemed like a long time. I think she was nervous. Even after that, it seemed like she didn't want to look at me, until finally when she did, she said "oh hey". I said "I see you've moved onto baccarat", and she said yes.
She quickly launched into a what seemed like very apologetic speech, saying sorry for the last time when she flipped over my cards instead of letting me squeeze them. She said she only saw my chips afterwards and out of the corner of her eye. I told her not to worry as it didn't really change the cards anyway. It struck me that this was something she had been wanting to say to me for ages, as it seemed a little rehearsed and she kinda stuttered a bit.
Anyway, we got talking. Apparently she's been doing baccarat for eight months now, and she prefers it more than roulette as the customers complain less. She also said that where we currently were, she would be lucky to work there as they get to sit down, whereas at the other baccarat tables she is usually at they have to stand.
I told her about my trip to Japan. She asked how long I went and who I went with. She seemed a bit surprised that I'd go alone, especially for my birthday. Also told her I was going to the US at the end of the year, so I couldn't afford to lose too much.
She seemed very talkative, and so I guess we were back on good terms. I'd like to think it meant she was interested in me, but I am a bit wary about coming to that conclusion.
There were other people playing at the table too, but after a few losses by them, most walked away. When the shoe finished, I talked to her a bit before leaving, saying I was going to get something to eat.
I went to roulette instead, and spent a bit of time winning $200 and then going to eat something. I couldn't believe it was like 4pm already, and I was up about $2600. After eating, I returned to baccarat where I saw a really crowded and loud table. I went to take a look and instantly saw Angel, Misha and the same guy sitting there. I came to the conclusion that the guy wasn't Misha's boyfriend or anything, nor was she interested in him in that way.
I played at another table, and when that ended, went to a table downstairs. I found one where that Vietnamese guy with the mustache was playing and decided to follow him. Unfortunately he didn't seem to have as much luck as usual, and he got pretty pissed. I, on the other hand, managed to win a bit and claw my way back up to a $3000 gain.
I saw Angel, Misha and the guy walk out to an open area, presumably for a smoke. The way Angel walked between them made me more sure that there was nothing going on between them. Later, when they came back, they were walking towards and past me, and I'm pretty sure they saw me as I was playing with $5000 worth of chips in my hands. I thought they had left but I later saw them split up at some tables upstairs.
I decided that was enough for me, and went to cash out. I went to the Vietnamese chick and tried to start up a conversation again, saying "I got lucky at baccarat" and all she said was "is it". Hmmm.
Anyway, I sat around a bit thinking about going for a punt, but unbelievably I didn't really know of any shops other than my regular haunt. So I walked back to the main part of the city, deposited my cash, then caught a bus home.
For some reason, winning $3000 doesn't seem like as big a deal as it actually is. I just don't seem to appreciate the fact that today could've easily gone the other way and I'd be $12,000 in debt instead of $5,000. I really wish I could knock that fact into my head.
