Today Mary said probably the nicest thing anyone could say to me at this point in my life, which was that TA91 is good enough that something will happen with it and I would probably be able to quit my other job soon. OH WOULD THAT BE A GREAT DAY. I'm going to work more now that the Sundance deadline's passed, in the hopes of getting the personal finances back in order. It's a nice reality check, except for the reality of the continuing problem that the customers keep finding ways to get to the casino without getting hit by speeding cars. Actually, the people who have been coming recently are better than usual, but that's not saying a whole lot.
....There are small thrills involved in the job, such as that every now and then some hotshot will come in who thinks he's royalty because he has a lot of money, demanding things and showing off at the table, treating the casino workers and everyone else like trash. This is only a thrill because when hotshot actually starts playing you can systematically goad him into betting ridiculously, and then take all his money and hopefully his livelihood, leaving him only with that pathetic stupid feeling that comes when you know that you are pathetic and stupid. This hasn't happened in a while, but it's very satisfying when it happens to the right person. If only it was so easy to deal with the incumbent administration of hotshots. I guess it's harder when they have an army.
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