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Well, that this was a first. We had a concert on Sunday so it was busy and crazy but this woman... Yikes.
SC: Hi, I was wondering (gets real close to me) since you work here, I bet you would know a good way to get discounted tickets for the concert.
I'm thinking: oh, you mean the concert that starts in an hour? Yeah, I bet they have tickets left and will just give them to you for a great price... NOT.
Me: Well, actually I'm just the cage, you'd have to go to the player's club for that information....
SC: Well, I stay here ALOT! I mean, I don't play much but I stay here a lot! Shouldn't I get something?
NO.
Me: umm.. are you hosted?
SC: What's a host? Is that like a sponsor?
ME: .....
I literally could NOT figure out a way to describe what a host is/does. The best way is to say: they're a bunch of snobby ass kissers but I couldn't say that. THe ones at my casino are bitches but if any of you are hosts, I don't mean this toward you, just the jerks who I work with.
Me: um...
I don't remember what I said but I know what she heard: "They are the ones who give you free stuff"
Which isn't really true, you have to have lots and lots of play for them to give a damn. This woman did not. I sent her on her merry way to the players club and I didn't see her for the rest of the night.
Oh and I got stuck in the VIP window and all night long I got losers who would interrupt me mid count and helping someone else to ask me where they pick up their tickets and if they can get a card.
The VIP window has a pic of the two cards that are the priority guests. It even says priority guest. No where does it state I am the box office, the information booth OR the GODDAMN PLAYERS CLUB!
At one point a guest brought up like fifty dollars in ones, so I was busy counting that and some asshole walked up stuck his head in my window as I'm helping someone else and started talking to me.
I stopped held up a finger and wanted to finish what I was doing:
ME: *frustrated* Grr.. I lost count. What did you need!?
Yes, I snapped the jerk hopped the line and then got in my face while I was busy. He did have the balls to say sorry BUT he was still a jerk!
And some asshole thought it would be funny to blow is cigarette smoke right into my nose and into my face. I was surrounded by a white fog and its extremely hard to hold your breath while counting. So, fuck you, cigarette dude! THanks for the black lungs!!!
We were busy as hell and had a call in. I worked 9.5 hours and my co worker worked twelve. I'm so glad it's my weekend, I am so goddamn sick of people.
SC: Hi, I was wondering (gets real close to me) since you work here, I bet you would know a good way to get discounted tickets for the concert.
I'm thinking: oh, you mean the concert that starts in an hour? Yeah, I bet they have tickets left and will just give them to you for a great price... NOT.
Me: Well, actually I'm just the cage, you'd have to go to the player's club for that information....
SC: Well, I stay here ALOT! I mean, I don't play much but I stay here a lot! Shouldn't I get something?
NO.
Me: umm.. are you hosted?
SC: What's a host? Is that like a sponsor?
ME: .....
I literally could NOT figure out a way to describe what a host is/does. The best way is to say: they're a bunch of snobby ass kissers but I couldn't say that. THe ones at my casino are bitches but if any of you are hosts, I don't mean this toward you, just the jerks who I work with.
Me: um...
I don't remember what I said but I know what she heard: "They are the ones who give you free stuff"
Which isn't really true, you have to have lots and lots of play for them to give a damn. This woman did not. I sent her on her merry way to the players club and I didn't see her for the rest of the night.
Oh and I got stuck in the VIP window and all night long I got losers who would interrupt me mid count and helping someone else to ask me where they pick up their tickets and if they can get a card.
The VIP window has a pic of the two cards that are the priority guests. It even says priority guest. No where does it state I am the box office, the information booth OR the GODDAMN PLAYERS CLUB!
At one point a guest brought up like fifty dollars in ones, so I was busy counting that and some asshole walked up stuck his head in my window as I'm helping someone else and started talking to me.
I stopped held up a finger and wanted to finish what I was doing:
ME: *frustrated* Grr.. I lost count. What did you need!?
Yes, I snapped the jerk hopped the line and then got in my face while I was busy. He did have the balls to say sorry BUT he was still a jerk!
And some asshole thought it would be funny to blow is cigarette smoke right into my nose and into my face. I was surrounded by a white fog and its extremely hard to hold your breath while counting. So, fuck you, cigarette dude! THanks for the black lungs!!!
We were busy as hell and had a call in. I worked 9.5 hours and my co worker worked twelve. I'm so glad it's my weekend, I am so goddamn sick of people.
Since when is this even remotely acceptable?! Maybe a Super-Soaker blast to the face might teach him some manners.
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