Just A Memory

I hate casinos. Not because they’re houses of immorality and corruption; I just can’t stand all the damn noise.

I had a brief stint as a hostess in a Gulf Coast casino buffet many, many years ago, and the one memory that sticks with me is the never-ending barrage of ear garbage; the screaming, the dinging, the bliping, the beeping, ARRGGGHHH. Ding, ding, ding, ding, cha-ching, click, click, click….. I don’t know why, but it seriously drove me insane. I only made it in a month in the joint, until one day I was late and they fired me. For being late. Once. Seriously. I was in a CAR WRECK, and they fired me because I was late. The unfairness of it was enough to make me hate casinos even more than I already did.

So there’s never a danger of me beoming a compulsive gambler.



One Response to “Just A Memory”

  1.   salcam Says:

    Yep, nasty nasty. I worked on a casino boat in Louisiana several years ago (a design project) and it was as bad as you say. Even the tarted-up ones (Bellagio, etc.)are nasty under the fancy veneer.