Speaking Good Fortune Into Being

, , , , , | Right | CREDIT: viodox0259 | February 15, 2021

I work in a casino. One of the tables that we’ve had for a couple of years has a progressive jackpot that has reached $100,000. The dealer at the table is pretty lonely. Nobody really plays the game because people know it is extremely difficult to win the jackpot. My memory is a tad foggy, but you somehow needed to flop the royal flush.

This young guy sits down and talks to the dealer.

Player: “[Dealer], if you pay me that jackpot, I will tip you $10,000.”

[Dealer] started dealing, and about a half-hour into his shift, he f****** did it. He dealt the young guy the royal. And you know something? This young lad kept his word, and he made sure there was an audience, and he tipped exactly $10,000. That was a moment right there.

The moment that jackpot was awarded, they got rid of the table because the money it was making was not near what the casino wanted. I’m sure there have been bigger tips at other casinos, but that was something special.

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This Refund Was A Smashing Success

, , , , , , | Working | CREDIT: _AbstractInsanity | January 30, 2021

A few days ago, I bought a new headset. This worldwide situation has made me play much more videogames than usual, and over time, I’ve started getting a headache from my old and chunky headphones. The dude selling the new headset recommended a lightly-built Bluetooth thing. It looked okay, but I wasn’t sure about it. The dude told me not to worry, and to make sure have a fully comprehensive insurance to be able to return it under any circumstances.

The headset arrives and it’s a piece of garbage. It sounds like speaking through a running fan, and only bass frequencies come through. I take it back to the store to have it exchanged or refunded. Since it has in-ear pieces, I thoroughly clean and disinfect it before leaving the house, even though I only used it for about thirty disappointing minutes.

I go up to the customer service desk and am greeted very rudely by the woman there.

Employee: “What’s the problem?!”

Me: “I think this headset is broken, but I’m not sure, since the quality was garbage from the first use. I’d like to return it and get my money back or browse for another product.”

She refused to take it back for hygiene reasons and laughed at me when I showed her the comprehensive insurance slip. The good thing is that comprehensive insurance covers self-inflicted damage, so I smashed the basically brand-new thing to pieces and got my money back from a very shocked-looking service lady.

I don’t think I’ll shop there again.

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Here’s A Tip: Don’t Do This

, , , , | Right | CREDIT: Anonymous by request | January 24, 2021

I serve at a popular steak house and I’m on a closing shift. I have been working there for over five years and am extremely comfortable in my job and tableside manner.

It’s coming to the end of the night and I am sat with my last table: a six-top of men in their late twenties. Sweet! I’m a woman in my twenties, and I know there is a great chance of making a nice tip. They are there to celebrate a birthday and, as expected, they order a few rounds of large drinks, big steaks, and ribs.

I get their order in and serve the first round, and after the drinks are getting low fifteen minutes later, I realize that seat six may be drunk already. There was no indication they had been drinking when they came in, and they were initially all very polite and normal. I make a mental note to avoid offering him another drink and continue on. Pretty quickly, seat six is jokingly berating me about where his ribs are, while I keep my cool and laugh it off.

Me: “They have to cook first!”

All is fine, I do my job, and then seat six starts taking my tongue and cheek as flirting. He starts saying a few crude things, but he is still PG-13, nothing I’m not used to. I’m here for the tips.

Then, the guys are all digging in, I’m checking on their food and drinks, and seat six very boldly asks:

Seat Six: “When do you get off work?”

Cue the rest of the table looking embarrassed.

Me: *With a smile* “When I’m done.”

Seat Six: “How about we go f*** in your car when you’re done?”

“EWWW!” I’m mentally screaming.

Me: “I have a boyfriend. No, thanks.”

I’m trying to be smooth and not super confrontational, just trying to awkwardly get out of this conversation.

Seat Six: “Well, I have a wife. It doesn’t matter!”

Mic drop. The whole table is shook. I’m shook.

In that moment, I really don’t care.

Me: “Well, that’s f****** disgusting. You should be ashamed!”

He tried to play it off but probably wasn’t expecting me to bite back.

The entire table was extremely embarrassed. I carried on with an annoyed smile but acted as if nothing was wrong. They paid quickly, and in their embarrassment, EVERY SINGLE GUY started throwing bigger bills at me. I finished out the night with an extra $120 in tips and a delicious feeling of girl power.

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The Money Is As Real As Her Managerial Skills

, , , , , , | Working | CREDIT: CosmosOfTime | January 23, 2021

I work at a fast food restaurant and we have a scanner machine to check if money is real or not. One day, I touch the machine’s sensor and notice that it still scans my hand as money. I do this with a piece of paper, as well, and conclude that the machine is broken.

During the same shift, I have a manager that does nothing but sit on her a** all day and only helps us with orders if we are behind orders by twenty-plus minutes. I tell her about the machine and she says she’ll check it later. I’m supposed to scan every ten- and twenty-dollar bill, and for fifties and hundreds, I have to give it to a manager to check.

A few hours go by, and my manager still hasn’t checked the machine, and by this point, I’m checking every ten and twenty by holding it up to a light, which can be seen as rude to a customer. One customer complains to me and calls my manager over.

Customer: “This employee is discriminating against me! Checking my ten-dollar bill like I’m a criminal!”

Instead of defending me, as the machine is broken and she still hasn’t checked it, she begins yelling at me in front of this customer.

Me: “[Manager], the machine is still broken, and I still need to check each bill the same as I would if the machine was working.”

Without even checking the machine, my manager just says:

Manager: “Just use the machine. Who would even use a counterfeit on a ten- or twenty-dollar bill?”

I decide the argument isn’t worth $9 an hour and just comply. I quickly scan every bill until I see two shady-acting women.

The first woman hands me a twenty-dollar bill that is obviously fake; I don’t even have to check it. It feels and looks like paper. I decide I will just follow orders and scan it. Since it goes off, I put it in the register. The second customer comes and hands me a similar counterfeit bill. I do the same thing.

Later, when my shift is about to end, my manager counts my drawer, finds the two counterfeit bills, and freaks out at me. I zone out for most of it, but most of it consists of her calling me dumb for not noticing these obvious counterfeits and telling me I’m going to get fired.

Well, what actually happened was the regional and general managers called me in to fire me on my next shift, and then I told them the story. They then checked the cameras and listened to our conversation about the machine being broken and concluded that the manager was in the wrong for: one, not letting me check the bills visibly, and two, telling me to use the machine that I explained as broken.

She was fired, and I later saw her working the cash register at a grocery store. Hopefully, she checks if she gets any counterfeit bills.

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And That’s Why Socks Are Banned At Work

, , , , | Working | CREDIT: viodox0259 | January 16, 2021

I work in a casino. One of my friends who I haven’t seen in years ended up being part of the crew. It was kind of nice to catch up. We never really got along as we grew up because he has a very high picture of himself. He wanted that 10/10 woman, a mansion, and a new Corvette.

Every month or so, we would all go up to another casino to play. I would bring no more than $500, but I couldn’t understand how this guy was spending thousands of dollars at the tables. This went on for a few months.

Well, one day, as we were closing the casino, he and I were in the High Limit room getting ready to close the tables. We were told to take the chips out, count them, put them back, sign this piece of paper, and that was it. As the supervisor was locking the tray, the piece of paper fell to the floor, so she asked [Friend] to grab it.

As he bent over, a great big $500 chip fell right out of his sock. [Friend] was fired immediately, but suddenly, his spending all made sense.

They offered [Friend] a deal that if he replaced all the stolen chips, they would not make it public. Not sure how that turned out.

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