Let's play, Spot the Idiot

[The Evil Dr. Longshadow]

The funniest part of my job at the casino was the obligatory class I had to attend every year.  It wasn't company policy, it was state law, DGE policy.  I was supposed to be all very well enlightened and informed about how to spot an obsessive/compulsive gambler and where to report them when I saw them.  

Yes, it was all about promoting "responsible gaming".  Fortunately, the class was a droning, mind numbing repetition of the exact same talking points year after year for I forget how long. So I could literally fall asleep in class and still ace the exam at 100%.

What of it?  I was the trash hauler.  My job was lift, haul and dump.  I'm not a psychologist, I'm not even a security officer.  If some broken down old Bozo wants to max out all of his credit cards and mortgage his house for another roll of the dice, it's none of my beeswax and I'm NOT going to waste any of time or energy seeking him out.  Maybe the slot attendants or table game dealers should be looking for that.

Of course, a "responsible gamer" was just a nice way of saying, "casual gambler"  a casual gambler could be typified as any person who shows up at a casino two or three days out of a year, holding thirty seven dollars of surplus laundry money to spend.  Such people as that could be as numerous as pigeons in Rome, but all of them combined and concentrated in a single casino would not even get the electric bill paid, let alone generate any measurable profit.

The obsessives are what keep the profit margins high.

 

Edited August 8 by The Evil Dr. Longshadow

[Insipid]

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