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I worked as a croupier at a casino while I was in college. Many situations were quite sad, especially if it happened to my favorite regular customers. One of them was telling me about his teenage children, and a week later I realized that he had missed all of their games/concerts because he was stuck at a gambling table. I remember working on Christmas Eve, it was around 6-7am and I begged him to go home because his kids would soon wake up and open presents.
Also, our clients often yell that we “steal” their mortgage payments. And the next day, they come back to us.
On my eight-hour shift, a man won $15,000 in a one-armed bandit. After the weekend, I came back and it turned out that this uncle had been sitting at the slot machine for two consecutive days, siphoning off all the $15,000 he’d earned.
Among our clients was a woman who could sit at a poker table for 5 days/nights in a row. Her husband called her and begged her to come home because the kids were waiting for her. Even the boss would come to our casino and try to get her out, threatening to fire her. I don’t know how it ended, but maybe this woman ruined her life.
By the way, some of our regulars killed themselves and some went to jail.
It was about 15 years ago, I worked at that casino for 4 years and I remember a client who came from the village to the big city to buy Christmas gifts for the whole family (including the kids who still believe in Santa), but I planted all the gift money in the casino before I got to the store.
A few years later, when I stopped by to check on my former colleagues, I found out that one of my regular customers (a nice and nice woman, which is rare in this area) had killed herself because of a gambling addiction.
Before becoming a police officer, I worked three years as a casino guard. One day at dawn, we got a code M (doctor call). An elderly man (about 80 years old) passed out and fell out of his chair, his wife was sitting next to him. I was the first one to approach him, quickly examined him, concluded that the old man had no pulse and quickly started CPR (*CPR). His wife looked at me and said, “Oh, he’s always like that, don’t worry”. Continuing the indirect heart massage, I told her that her husband was no longer breathing and she continued to play like nothing else. She wasn’t even distracted from the slot machine when the paramedics were taking her husband away. The next night, I saw her again and asked how her husband felt. With the absolute pokerface, she reported that he was dead, and probably already lying in the morgue … and returned to the same slot machine, which she was sitting the night before.
My mother worked as a croupier at the casino and told a bunch of stories about adult men wearing diapers so she wouldn’t have to go out while playing to the bathroom.
Worked as a valet at the casino. The number of regular customers who drove around in ruins with a bunch of trash, cockroaches and rats was depressing. They’d pawn/sell their cars and lose all the money they had. But the saddest thing I remember is a 90-year-old woman on an old Corolla who had no power steering fluid in her car and barely turned around. I have no idea how she turned it with her fragile handles. We went out and bought her some of that fluid before she left.
And my favorite “guests” were a nice old couple. They’d come to us twice a week and, unlike most regulars, they’d only play for fun for a few hours, keep up a lot of money, and be happy even if they lost. On my shift, they always came up to me, talked, and we really felt like a family. About a year ago, they stopped coming. Recently I Googled and found an obituary that I think was 99% of that old gentleman. He had the same last name as his wife, same district. Looks like he had a big family and lots of friends. The obituary also mentioned that he survived the Holocaust, which I didn’t even know was because he was always in good spirits.
One day we had to evacuate the visitors and close the casino for the rest of the day because of a pipe burst (which meant there was no water in the place). When I went outside, there was an old woman in the parking lot who was really hysterical, kicking and screaming like a man who had just lost a family member, not like a man who had to leave the casino for hours. I left, but somebody from the security detail who was dealing with her told me that the old lady was so out of her mind to go home on her own that I had to call her family to have her picked up.
Grandma, mother and daughter are on their way to the casino, which is a two-hour drive from home. The mother has a coupon for a free cast-iron frying pan. Daughter is pregnant, more than eight months. One hour from the casino, the daughter goes into labor. Mom will not stop and take her daughter to the hospital, because she needs this fucking frying pan (for 10 dollars). They come to the casino an hour before the action starts. Mom makes a fuss trying to get her fucking frying pan, but the casino workers aren’t there yet. Eventually, the daughter is taken to the hospital by ambulance. And it’s all because of a $10 frying pan.
I don’t work at a casino, but I live near Atlantic City. I’ve seen children left unattended playing in the lobby near the casino entrance. So you’re gonna go to a casino where you can’t go with the kids, but you take the fucking kid with you and leave him in the lobby.
Worked at the casino for about 7 years and I remember one case forever. Came to us a kid about 18 or 19 years old, not alone, but with friends, and lost $100 in blackjack. And then he was sitting there depressed and watching his friends win. He left, came back with a hundred bucks more. It was clear from his behavior that he couldn’t afford to lose the first hundred dollars either, so I asked him if he was sure he wanted to play. He nodded his head and said yes in a grim way. Alas, and he lost that money.
My former boss worked at a casino in Atlantic City. He said he’d seen some shit, but the worst case was when they had to close the main lobby because the guy jumped off the fourth floor after losing.
A woman about 30 years old was dancing until she fell in a nightclub, suddenly collapsed. I saw her die. Or the moment when the VIP box is full, the drinks are flowing and everyone is joking at the guy who passed out. By morning, they tell us that that guy needs a wheelchair. And the guy’s been dead for an hour.
Death always pisses me off. The casino has instructions on how to do it, like at the airport. It’s a loose rule to treat the dead as alive until they leave the place. Even if they’ve been dead for an hour. The point is to get them out as soon as possible without scaring the customers. New Year’s Eve has always been hard on this one. The question wasn’t whether anyone would die on that night, the question was how many of them would die. In a good year, one dead body. Once, there were four dead people.
I’m not an employee of the casino, but I worked in an ambulance in a town on the East Coast (this is Vegas for poor people). During our shift there were 3-4 calls from the casino, most of them in summer. And it was a heartbreaking sight. Most of the calls were related to alcohol or obvious insurance fraud*, but sometimes there were real tragedies. Suicide attempts, drug overdoses, rapes, assaults all happened with a depressing frequency. And this one is a case I have a hard time remembering…
Challenge, 2:00 a.m., female in her 70s, playing machine guns, chest pain. She refused the proposed treatment, despite her bad health. We asked and begged and even talked to her on the phone, but in vain, she had a winning streak, so she did not hear us. An hour later, we went back to her place, doing CPR. She was at the Merlotte’s right behind the same slot machine, getting a $7 winnings. That’s fucked up. And how fucked up was the number of employees we had to treat for exhaustion or the effects of diabetes… we couldn’t count. Fuck this town.