I actually left work early yesterday when the opportunity arose because after 30 min of working, I was so pissed at the audacity of some people.
Ok, First off, Yes, we consider you all to be degenerate gamblers. Yes, some are nicer than others, but it is like dealing with lions, you have to know what you are dealing with at all times. WE KNOW that your inability to control your gambling can for some reason, make you feel entitled to punish the employees that are doing their job.
Secondly: For the love of fucking whatever god you may ascribe to, remember this. As an employee, I am not on an even playing field. Yes, you can be as rude as you like and, if I feel like it, I can press the issue and have you thrown out and if you don’t control your shit with security, you can end up spending the night in jail. Do NOT for one second, think that I take anything derogatory you say towards me with any sort of serious consideration. Nor do I forget for one second the only thing standing between me and complete honesty, is a mortgage and a 3 year old girl. I’m not not responding because you are correct, my silence does not equal consent, it means that my home and my child are more important what some ignorant bully wants to throw at me.
Thirdly: We are open 12 hours a day, 364 days a year for your gambling pleasure. Don’t fucking tell me to hurry, don’t wave your arms like “get moving” or suggest in any way shape or form that the speed at which I am dealing is unacceptable to you. You may get up and leave at any time. You can leave the entire 30 minutes I am there. Trust me, it won’t bother me a bit. I will deal as fast as I am able to at that time, I am not a machine, I do have muscles that tire, cards that stick, fills that need to be done and money that needs to be counted correctly, because well, it is my fucking job. And for the record, I’m not even close to the slowest dealer, I’m much closer to the fastest. So control your shit. You can get your gambling in.
Fourthly: What we do is mandated and governed by the State. Yes, that is a Capitol S. It is my job to know what my job is, what the company I work for requires and what the state requires. Let me ask you, how much of your job involves potentially violating state laws? How many of you son of a bitches risk losing your entire livelihood EVER, ANYWHERE in the WORLD, for showing you the river card? It is my job to follow the rules. To know the rules and to ENFORCE the rules, that is why the dealer is there. Oh yeah, and to take a rake.
I spend an awful lot of energy making sure my customers enjoy themselves even though they may be losing more money in the 30 min I’m there than I earn in a week. I know I need those seats filled. The Most Important Ancillary Aspect of my job is making sure that you return. So here is a clue, act like a fucking respectful human being. It is NOT all about you and your asshole behavior is affecting 10 other people.
So keep your sore loser fucking attitudes to yourself. A problem isn’t a problem if you can stand up and take one step and get away from it. Losing? Get UP.
Go get real problems.
And you old sexist fuckers who think that women can’t tell them what to do? Shove it up your dick. It is my table, my license and my job and I damn sure CAN tell you what to do. Or I can have you do it somewhere else. Do NOT treat me like I am some 1890 farmers wife who only speaks when spoken to. FUCK YOU.