Have you ever dreamt to work in casino?
Have you ever dreamt to work in casino?
A lot of money that are really close to you… And you imagine that some of them could stay right in your wallet… I suggest you to follow up with this story of my friend who had been working in casino for some time.
I am convinced that the most difficult job in the world is a casino dealer. Not long time ago I thought that it was so exciting and interesting to work in casino, to communicate with people and to earn money. But I was awfully wrong. Nothing was so simple and breathtaking in reality. A year ago I decided to find a job in a casino, as I had watched a lot of movies about it and wanted to be engaged in this field. So I found an advertisement in a newspaper with a tiny article about free croupier courses with possible employment. I had an interview with casino personnel manager, as well as many other young boys and girls. About 40 of us passed the first “exam”. The next stage was our training. Every day we were attending lessons. It was strictly forbidden to talk to each other, to be late and to ask “wrong” questions. Every week we had to pass some kind of tests, connected with calculation, cards, roulette and so on. And after every test there were fewer and fewer of us left. Some quit themselves as it was uphill for them to cope with stress situations in which our teachers placed us. The courses lasted 2 months and in the end of our training there were only 12 students left. For us it seemed like a miracle that we did it and were the best and psychologically the strongest of others, who were asked to leave. Soon we were allowed to work in the casino. And then my “nightmare” commenced. I felt like in hell, because whatever the situations were, I was always “an evil”. If the players won a lot of money, my manager looked at me as if I were a thief and spend money which was not mine. From another hand if players lost their money, they accused me that I was cheating and stealing their money straight from their pockets. And I could not handle with it. Too much stress and pressure on my head, I felt nervous even on my days-off. I was sick and tired of people and avoided communicating with them. I did my best not to show that I was on the verge of insanity. At last I understood that this job was not for me. Maybe some other people can leave this all behind and not bring their problems home, but not me. One day I just decided that I had had enough and just quit. I did not want to come back in that place any more. This place is saturated with negative energy, too much problems and conflicts. But now, looking back on those days, I only smile – it was long time ago, and it was like an “injection” for me from gambling and desire to earn easy money. I saw with my own eyes, that nothing in this world is for free and one has to pay for everything.