Tales of Lost, Found & Stolen

When we got started as casino employees we heard the ways of lost and found /finders keepers.
A story of a casino employee finding a bike parked unattended and unlocked, 30 days later it was his.

Around about 2am today, my dice crew was let out 1 hour early for the night, I went back downstairs to clock out at the same time my boss went back into the pit, I bypassed the clock and pointed out to him htere was a large shopping bag under the table from Margaritaville. My boss picked it up grabed a security officer and handed it to him, turned around grabbed a pen n paper took down my badge number date etc and they said if no one comes back for it within 30 days - its mine!

It appeared to have shirts and flip-flips and other souvenirs. Who knows what kind of treasures I will probably get!

Because if i was drink and gambling in Vegas toting around a sack i would liely forget about it too and when i realized it later I would just assume some one else would find it and walk off with it.
Stay tuned, I will write about it in a month.




Lost...stolen... its one of those weeks or months I guess.

A week or so ago I was looking for this little bag that I keep in my car with odds n ends like fingernail clippers, chap stick, pen, etc. It was not there, I looked real good the next day in hte daylight and it really is missing! what a lame theft, guess they really needed to clip their fingernails!

Then last night I get off work and walk to my truck, I was parked so that I was walking toward the back end and I realized my license plate was gone. Nuts n bolts too. I checked the front plate, oddly still there! After I showed S, he seemed sure it was theft too. He put the front one on the back for me and we looked on the web at the DMV site as to what to do in this case. So I guess I could get a nother set for 5.50 with registration to last the rest of my term, or just get the smog and re-register for about 40.00. Ugh, DMV Lines!!! Maybe S will go to the DMV for me on one of his mornings after work (hint hint I know You'll read this S).

Seven of Eight

Thats my new nick name at work today.

I think some of you will sence a TNG relation, but the name is as far as that goes. NO assimilations :)

I was on stick, the lights were not right, and the shadows were being cast heavily on the table.
Shooter rolls and I see a 5 then the other dice lands and I am sure I see a Duce! So I call 7-out etc etc etc. The dealer on the end where the dice landed corrected me that is was an EIGHT. The other side of the table was swiped clean and the players walked off before the correction was made, Shooter included! So we put his chips in a stack at the box, and watch for him for a while, until we see him to return his money. Meanwhile, we have to call "new shooter same point" and new shooter shoots and hits the point- immediately!

It didn't help that the box man was is one of the worst people I ever dealt with. I seriously think Sadam woulda been more pleasant! I am sick of this person.

So the story goes around the pit to all the supervisors/floorman etc, and the shift boss comes up and says "so you called the 7 on an 8? Do you know what 'Seven of Nine' is? Well I'm gonna call you Seven of Eight, Now!"Laugh Laugh Laugh... what ever. Life goes on. It wasn't the 1st time this has ever happened nor will it be the last- just hopefully my own last! But my Boxman still angers me. Shift boss says I should have fun with the situation, but I am just afraid it will egg him on. Personally I just want to punch him in his coratid artery. Well I wont go on and on about my hatred for this guy. A co-worker says if I let him get to me - he has won. I will stand tall and ignore his slimey arse!