So I got my wish granted dated December 6th of 2013. Our Scheduler called on my day off work to report back to Table Games tomorrow in my casino dealer uniform. On my very first day back to Table Games, on our briefing at the Dealer’s Lounge, I’m not being a bigheaded human being but most eyes were on me, probably shocked and itching for answer why am I back. Of course, I was bombarded with questions. Now, it is my third week and still, people wouldn’t stop bombarding me with the same questions over and over again. I am so fed up! And take not; I didn’t use “was” because it’s still happening right now. And I know, I will have some more curious frowning eyes on me and itchy tongues to ask me what the hell happened. Well, to answer that, I requested for it to happen. It’s not that it’s hard or something or I can’t do it. I am not that weak. I don’t just fucking give up. I just can’t risk my beautiful legs on walking excessively and produce angry varicose veins on it. I swear, it was just one tiny bit, and when I checked it, it became three. And, I don’t want to keep walking forever doing nothing, and just swallowing what Managers say about me being so talkative and noisy.
Back to my first day, I was assigned at the high limit table tax table. Do I have a problem with that? Yes. As you know, I’m not very good at counting. And it is my first day, for God’s sake! What kind of a tyrant does this Scheduler plans?
When I sit on the chair, it feels weird. Like I was doing something I don’t know but felt like my subconscious knows about it. If a person has amnesia, this would probably what they feel. I dealt the game very slowly at first, and when I got the hang of it, everything went smoothly.
I almost forgot the feeling of it. It feels like I am floating. The fabric of the table feels good and familiar to my skin. And I forgot how the chips feel to my fingers when I spread it. It slides off smoothly. Every deal sends me to euphoria. It is not always that we get to have our wish granted for just a few days. The scanner that I use didn’t even bother getting into my nerves. I can still remember the feel of it; of adjusting to the faulty equipment we have at work.
A lot of people think and say at my back that I’m stupid or crazy for going back to the Table Games. The truth is, they don’t understand each piece of worry in my heart. They are not in my place to know what I was going through. I know being a Host is a very easy job. I can have as much break times as I want to, I am allowed to bring my mobile phone, and my job description is mainly, to talk to players. I am not confident enough with my skills. I was offered this job and was told that I would never be pressured to do speak in this foreign language I possess, but that didn’t happen. One of my managers always tests my skills. Whenever there’s a Korean player (in particular, this is the language I can speak), he would tell me to talk to them in their language. I assured them that I am not very good at it but still… I was being tested the whole time I was in that department. If only I have talked to someone who’s in the business for a good long while, then I wouldn’t have decided to transfer.
Anyway, I’m glad to be back. I just hope people would stop snooping in my life and live their own lives instead. What good would it get them if they get answers from me? In short, my colleagues are naturally born gossip-worshippers.
Back to my first day, I was assigned at the high limit table tax table. Do I have a problem with that? Yes. As you know, I’m not very good at counting. And it is my first day, for God’s sake! What kind of a tyrant does this Scheduler plans?
When I sit on the chair, it feels weird. Like I was doing something I don’t know but felt like my subconscious knows about it. If a person has amnesia, this would probably what they feel. I dealt the game very slowly at first, and when I got the hang of it, everything went smoothly.
I almost forgot the feeling of it. It feels like I am floating. The fabric of the table feels good and familiar to my skin. And I forgot how the chips feel to my fingers when I spread it. It slides off smoothly. Every deal sends me to euphoria. It is not always that we get to have our wish granted for just a few days. The scanner that I use didn’t even bother getting into my nerves. I can still remember the feel of it; of adjusting to the faulty equipment we have at work.
A lot of people think and say at my back that I’m stupid or crazy for going back to the Table Games. The truth is, they don’t understand each piece of worry in my heart. They are not in my place to know what I was going through. I know being a Host is a very easy job. I can have as much break times as I want to, I am allowed to bring my mobile phone, and my job description is mainly, to talk to players. I am not confident enough with my skills. I was offered this job and was told that I would never be pressured to do speak in this foreign language I possess, but that didn’t happen. One of my managers always tests my skills. Whenever there’s a Korean player (in particular, this is the language I can speak), he would tell me to talk to them in their language. I assured them that I am not very good at it but still… I was being tested the whole time I was in that department. If only I have talked to someone who’s in the business for a good long while, then I wouldn’t have decided to transfer.
Anyway, I’m glad to be back. I just hope people would stop snooping in my life and live their own lives instead. What good would it get them if they get answers from me? In short, my colleagues are naturally born gossip-worshippers.
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