Just got in from my first night back and after getting over the initial weirdness of being back I'm sorry to report that it was actually a fairly boring night. Rumour has it the owner pissed off half our regulars some time last week, so it was deadly quiet and although a few of my favourite players were in, the only half interesting game I got was on blackjack.
I knew the guy was loaded before he even bought in, because he had the table minimum adjusted just for him and the inspector referred to him personally. I made a joke when he came to the table but he didn't respond so I figured we weren't going to hit it off. We didn't. He was picky as hell about his bets and I couldn't put a foot right. When they took me off as soon as they could and I felt nothing but relief.
Later I was talking to an inspector about it and commented that he must be an eccentric millionaire or something.
"He's not eccentric, he's just an asshole." As I was laughing he added, "He is a millionaire though."
Someone asked me recently if I think you can be rich and still be a good person. At first I wasn't sure, but the more I do this job the more certain I've become that you just can't. I don't just mean the nastiness: of course I've dealt to some very rich people who are respectful and kind. But I can't help thinking of all the real people in the world who are desperately in need, all those charities and causes. At the risk of sounding really self-righteous, I just don't know who can hold onto millions of pounds - and sit wasting it away in a casino - with a clear conscience... but I suppose even the most philanthropic millionaires have to enjoy themselves sometimes.
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Not eccentric, just an asshole
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