Thursday, March 27, 2008
Then I had these four obnoxious fat women who wanted shots along with their Margaritas and Pina Coladas. They were the kind who ordered as soon as I dropped off. Apparently I wasn't filling their IV's fast enough because they complained to my beverage manager that they had spent $300 and they had to wait for drinks. Three hundred bucks among the four of them and they thought they were high rollers. That would be like if I showed up at the emergency room demanding a doctor because I got a paper cut. No one gives a shit. My manager was smart enough to see through it all and after bringing them a few extra drinks he told them I had other customers too and that was that.
These two old ladies ordered a rum and Coke and a white wine. When I brought the drinks, rum and Coke stiffed me. As I was giving white wine her drink she looked in her purse for money to tip me. Rum and Coke said, "Ruth, don't tip her. Unless she keeps coming around." I looked over at her as if to say, are you for real? I looked back at the Ruth, who gave me an apologetic smile (boy, there sure were a lot of embarrassed friends today) and handed me a dollar. I came around a few more times and rum and Coke said, "Wow, you come around a lot!" as she stiffed me again. Five rum and Cokes I brought her, and she stiffed me every single time. Ruth only ordered one more white wine and gave me another dollar. So why did I keep bringing her drinks? To prove that a stiff is a stiff even when they try to use bad service as an excuse.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
It reminded me of another day last year when I was in the pit and as I walked by one table of guys and I had to do a double-take because I thought I caught a glimpse of ruffles. Sure enough, one of the guys was wearing a french maid outfit. I stood there in the aisle, just staring at him because he was also wearing a biker's hat and had some kind of weird mustache thing going on. He looked like he had been voted off the Village People. And the really strange thing was, all the guys at the table were quietly concentrating on their blackjack game as if it was the most normal thing in the world to have some cross-dressing freak playing alongside them. So I walked inside the pit and I went up to one of the pit bosses and whispered, "Is that guy really wearing a french maid outfit?" He looked over and we both just stared at him again. This time the guy must have felt our eyes on him because he turned his head and saw us. The pit boss said, "We're just checking you out." The other guys at the table started laughing, and French Maid said, "Oh, please don't." The other guys said, "It's his bachelor party. Doesn't he look sexy?"
The lucky bachelor and me, taken with my upskirt cam.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Behind this wall they are redoing the slot area. This view is looking towards the Bar at Times Square, which is on the left below the neon signs.
This is Rok Vegas, our new nightclub that is co-owned by Tommy Lee, which is located where the Cabaret Theatre used to be (Rita Rudner's theatre). It's scheduled to open mid-May but the opening date has changed many times, so who knows. (Update 3-17-08: The new opening date is 8-8-08.)
It was so freaking busy last night but all my people were really nice, especially my two gay guys who told me I have "fabulous boobies." Is there a bigger compliment than that?
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Here we are with Chris, our V.P. of Food and Beverage. He is the best boss, the nicest guy, and I just love him. I have a straight boy crush on him.
There were a group of guys next to the waitress station. Heather and I were hanging out there talking when Lisa walked up to us. As she walked by the group of guys, one of them stopped her and said, "Hey, how ya doin'?" She said, "Good," and gave him a look like, do I know you? He said, "It's me!" She still just looked at him, as if trying to place him. He said, "Didn't I meet you at church camp?" She said, "Uh no...I don't go to church." I rolled my eyes and said, "Oh my god. Does that ever work?" The other guys at the table started laughing. The guy said, "Once. Well, OK, maybe never." I pointed at Heather and said, "Hey...don't I know you from church?" She said, "Yeah, I think so." I said, "Great. Let's fuck!" She said, "OK, let's go." They just bust out laughing. The guy said, "That's exactly how it's supposed to work."
I haven't worked in over a week I felt like I was starting a new job. I forgot the door code at the employee entrance so I was punching buttons like an idiot and kept getting a red beeping light until another employee came by and put in the right code. Duh. I almost didn't recognize the casino with all the construction going on and the new layout in the completed areas.
And when I left work I was so tired that I couldn't wait to get home, change into my sweats, make something to eat, and watch American Idol, which I had recorded on my DVR. I looked in my purse to get my iPhone to charge it and lo and behold...I realized I had left it on the bar! Here I was talking shit about Jerome losing his phone and I went and did the same thing. So I had to drive all the way back to work in my Hello Kitty sweats, wait around for another employee to walk up and input the right door code, walk all the way to the bar where everyone very helpfully said, "Hey, you forgot your phone," and drive all the way home again. Aargh!