I decided tonight that I really, really need to find a different line of work.

Why?

Because I only make $10.10 an hour. Sounds fab, until you realize that minimum wage here is only 8 bucks, and an independent study recently concluded that the minimally acceptable living wage in this province is closer to 14 or 15 dollars. And that's just to stay above the poverty line -of which I currently exist below. To make it even jollier, I can only work part-time because of school.

Now, normally all this doesn't bother me. I make about the same as most of my peers, and I'm not starving to death, so that's something.

But tonight the BIG game was won. The pot had been growing for a while, and though I wasn't sure of how much it was worth, I knew it was going to be a lot.

The big prize? $28,452.

In half an hour of sitting on her ass playing a game a monkey could cheat at, this woman brought in more than I could make in two and a half years at this lovely establishment.

Fuck this shit. I don't need to be making poverty wages so I can watch compulsive gamblers roll in more money in half an hour than I have a hope in hell of making there in years with honest work.
[Edited 11/17/08 23:17pm]

"some" days? that sounds like your garden variety "every day" hate to me.

errant said:

Most times the prize isn't nearly that big, so I ignore it. But the whole place had been buzzing with tension all day to see who'd win tonight. I couldn't help but pay attention. When I realized just how much was won was when I got annoyed.


So I've decided I'll stay 'til after Christmas. But then, I'm outta there.

The house always wins.

PANDURITO said:

Given how much profit this place brings in, even with tonight's jackpot they still come out way ahead.

Don't envy that lady.
She probably has spent before what she has won now.You can't count the half an hour she played today but all of the times she's been there not winning a dime.

A saving pig does the trick too

PANDURITO said:

I get to recognize the regulars pretty quickly, and this is the first time I've seen this woman. Management -which is split between and rotates shifts between here and 5 other bingo halls owned by the same company -say they've never seen her before either at any of the halls. Also, the fact that she was only playing 3 cards is a pretty strong indicator that she's not out blowing wads of cash on the game.

It was just dumb luck.

Play Bingo!

Do you get any tips for working the hall?

PANDURITO said:

exactly, you only ever hear about the winnings

meow85 said:

I always get so annoyed with the people that have to tell you what numbers they needed to win after every game.

SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said:

Some tips, but not a whole lot.

Employees aren't allowed to play.

Sounds like you'd rather be a player.

My very 1st. job as a teenager was working in a bingo hall.
Since every other person who worked in this place was an old fart, I was the young buck of the team. Because of this, one the responsibilties given me was to go outside at in intervals to check to make sure no hooligans were fucking around with the cars in the parking lot.
As a result of this responsibilty,
I endured things like being chased once by a rabid german sherpard (it had a wounded leg that looked like it was injured in a dogfight),
having a gang-banger who was inadequately concealing what seemed like a large butcher knife under a cardboard box that he was holding, approach me and ask why I kept watching him like he was up to something,
when it got completely dark outside, consistantly discovering some mexicans having sex on the picnic tables that were on the park on the other side of the chainlink fence,
chasing off a junkie whose face was painted silver because he was trying to get high by sniffing some grafitti paint cans from the dumpster,
& you know....general shit that sounded like stuff that Kevin Smith would be talking about at a Comic-Con panel discussion.
So, I relate to your hatred.






BTW,
Rodeo,
claiming to be the "Second Funkiest White Man in America" & at the same time posting a website for Nightranger in your sig is quite the example of an extreme juxtaposition of contradictions.
Nice.