Casino supervision lesson 2- if a boxman throws the dice at a dealer, fire the dealer

The BBQ Pit
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In this thread I ranted about an incident that happened at work in which a boxman threw the dice at me.

Today, things just got really bad for me.

I am officially terminated from my job. When the pit boss handed me the paperwork, I said, “I don’t suppose there’s any point in asking why”.

“It’s your mouth. You don’t know when to keep it shut. You make false accusations against people…”

Apparently, the shift manager allegedly reviewed the videotape of the incident, and arrived at the conclusion that the boxman did not throw the dice at me.

I can think of three possibilities for this.

  1. He reviewed the wrong segment of tape.
  2. He viewed the tape of the boxman throwing the dice down, the dice bouncing off of my knuckes and wrists, and arrived at the conclusion that he did not actually intend to hit me
    3)He never reviewed the tape.

Knowing what I know of casino politics, I think that #3 is the most likely assumption.

As to the issue of “keeping my mouth shut”, for the last couple of weeks, I have had to bite my tongue so often I’m suprised it’s still attached to the inside of my mouth.

There are a couple of dealers on the shift who actually get along with this boxman (in other words, they suck up to him in a major way) who have been going out of their way to give me a hard time on the game, deliberately trying to piss me off. ( I actually had information from a source friendly to me that these two were planning to “gang up” on me. I didn’t believe it until it actually happened.) Today, after a bit of jerkish behavior on the part of one of these two a player commented, “I was hoping to see her smack you one”, the dealer said, “If she did that, it would be her last day working here.”

The words turned out to be prophetic

I have gradually come to realize that they were trying to get me to blow my stack on the game and get myself fired. They didn’t succeed, but someone somehow managed to get me fired anyway.

So, I guess the moral of the story is, if your supervisor at work throws things at you, do not make a complaint. His cronies will make your life miserable until you are ultimately fired.
I think the thing that frosts my ovaries the most is that I really liked and respected my pit boss. I thought he was a better man than that. I really didn’t think he was the type to go in for the dirty middle-school bully mentality that is casino politics. I trusted him. I thought he was an intelligent man with some integrity about him. I was proven wrong in the space of less than two minutes.

I was actually planning to buy him a gift when I finally quit this job to move on to my career as a massage therapist. I guess I’ll be saving my money.

Gee, that really wasn’t much of a rant, but I don’t really feel like ranting.

I just needed to get that off my D-cups.

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Sorry about your job, but…
how you doin’? :smiley:

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Ouch. I don’t suppose you can get your hands on the tapes?
Maybe prove your innocence.

Or was this a temp job (in which you are expendable)?

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Manager: Oh, I am SO sorry. That tape got chewed up in the VCR and we couldn’t salvage it. Funny thing, just the part of the tape showing that incident was destroyed. Oh well, you can SEE that my hands are tied.

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I was thinking more along the lines of:
Mango> Hey, security guy! Heres a donut. Take a walk.
SecGuy> Ok.

  • Mango sneaks in
    Mango> AHA!
    :smiley:
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Actually, as a matter of course, surveillance tapes are fairly routinely erased/recorded over. Actually, all the tapes for that day have probably been reused by now. They are usually only reviewed in either suspected incidents of players cheating, or if a dealer is thought to have made a mistake involving a significant amount of money.

Anyhoo, I really only regarded this as a temporary job anyway. I really thought I would be working as a massage therapist by now, but due to some construction delays and other problems with the spa I plan to be working at opening, I was kind of stuck there.

No big, really. The way unemployment law works in Nevada, if I’m making less than a certain amount of money each week, the amount would simply be deducted from my benefits, so I’m not going to starve or anything.

I’m mostly disappointed that a boss I respected and trusted fired me for complaining about a low-level supervisor’s misconduct toward me.

I feel…

betrayed.

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Well, that sucks. Sorry to hear it.

At least you don’t have to deal with that particular crap anymore. You can move on to dealing with other crap now. :slight_smile:

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Boo.

That sucks, Asbestos Mango. At least you won’t have to deal with that bullshit anymore. Give your turd of a former boxman an extra-hearty “FUCK YOU” from me the next time you see him.

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I’ve never met a pit boss I didn’t immediately hate. Ugh.

Sucks about your job though.

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I dunno, I kinda got a kick out of it…

Well, my life has started to improve drastically and frighteningly quickly.

My Business Practices instructor/student clinic supervisor from the community college called me late last evening.
I start work as a massage therapist Saturday.

So, I have to shop for a bunch of stuff that I’ve been putting off buying due to lack of funds and/or storage space, clean the carpet (the girl who just moved out to transfer to the new location apparently never never did, it’s filthy) set my table up, decorate the room with attractive wall hangings and anatomy charts…

I think my head is going to asplode.

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Outstanding!

Best of luck in the new job. Get those fingers working.

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Oh, my, I left a buncha stuff out.

I’m pretty well over being pissed off over the whole firing thing. I get the occasional twinge of anger now again, but it passes fairly quickly.

I’m still suffering from a case of severe disbelief, though.

I mean really, a man watches a videotape of a few seconds of a craps game.

A dealer has her hands in the layout, cleaning up losing bets. A boxman (well, floor that day) removes the old dice from the table. Instead of placing the new dice on the table near the bank, which is the normal way of putting new dice on the table, he throws the dice into the layout where the dealer has her hands cleaning up losing bets. The dice strike the dealer’s hands and then scatter around the layout.

The man watching the video arrives at the conclusion that the box/floorman did not throw the dice at the dealer.

Amazing.

I know that there are many workplaces where hiring/firing decisions are politically motivated, rather than based on things like job performance, treating coworkers with respect and trying to be helpful and cooperative, or (gasp), customer service, but in the casino industry, it’s particularly blatant.

I am so freaking glad to be out of that business.

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Why don’t you give each of them a gift certificate for a fifteen-minute massage? You know, kind of as a departure present.

Win-win.

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Thank God you’re out of there, Mango. The casino biz is scary. I was starting to worry about you there. I don’t know how you did it…I’d be scared that if I made one false move or pissed off the wrong person, I’d be dragged into the alley, beaten, and raped! And I’m a guy!

Glad things are looking up! :slight_smile:

Adam