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Casino Floor Supervisor - Liv Hospitality, LLC - Deadwood, SD

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My casino floor supervisor said this to me the other night while I was dealing midibaccarat.

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Having Problem At Smilton Hotel and Considering getting a Different Job, Please Advize

(Originally posted on Tales from the Front Desk but boys told me since it’s a question no a story, had to move it)
So, at my Smilton hotel we do a thing called Outline, where someone from corporate calls us, posing as a customer, calls our front desk after the call center closes, and goes through the motions of booking a reservation, seeing if we hit all the bullet points. It’s to see how we handle guests over the phone. I’m still new to our property, only having been here for a few months, and not quite the best at Outlines, I do descent, but haven’t gotten a perfect twelve yet. During my first two, I first got a 5, then a 3, and was informed by my boss after I got a 10, if I didn’t improve, the higher-ups wouldn’t have let him keep me. Anyway, on, Black Friday, after 8 pm, it was just me at the desk. Around 10:30, I left the desk to do something really quick, not calling a casino floor supervisor to watch the desk for me. I had only two check-ins left, the casino seemed pretty busy, and thought I wouldn’t be longer than a minute. I learned today, the following Monday, that I had missed the Outline call, resulting in me getting a big fat ZERO. The manager wasn’t happy with me, reminding me of the fact that, if I don’t do well on Outline, and keep not getting a full score, I might get let go. I don’t want to be fired, and I love my job, for the most part, day before yesterday some lady said I ruined her birthday because they were told we had a pool, when we haven’t had one for the past two years. I’ve done a lot to do good by this company. I missed my father deploying, I got to go two his ceremony two day’s beforehand, but didn’t get to see him off, I missed my mother’s birthday. And I have picked up so many other people’s shifts when they couldn’t make it. I know I shouldn’t complain, since I’m lucky I even have a job, and I could just be a whining brat who needs to grow up and stop crying like a little kid, but I really feel unsure of myself right now. I’ve re-enrolled in college to get a technical degree in hospitality, and I still intend on pursuing it as a career, but I just feel so unsure in this place. Does anyone have any advice?
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Sample Casino Resume - Dealers | Croupiers | Floor Supervisors | Blackjack | Roulette

A sample casino resume can be very helpful in writing your own resume as a croupier, dealer, cashier or floor supervisor. The sample casino resume can be used as an example template on which to base your resume. In this way you can create a resume outline that you can then expand on with your own specific skills and experiences. For an example of a great sample casino resume click here.
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Stories from 12 years of Casino Industry

I was asked to make a post about some stories within the Casino grounds so I thought I'd share. I have many so I'll do my best to pick the better ones.
Some back information: I've been a Casino Dealer for 11 years, I've been a supervisor for five years, and I've been a Surveillance Operator for one year. I've worked at three properties, none of which are connected or owned by the same company. I've worked on : Government/Private/Native American owned casinos.
  1. From Hero to Zero.
At my first Casino, I was one of the first group of people who were trained to deal Roulette . After 4 weeks of working 6PM-3AM then doing roulette training from 3AM-8AM (Not paid) , I actually really enjoyed the game and after about six months I became extremely quick at the number game and the pace of the action was steady with very low margin of errors. Young man walks in, cashes in for $500. He buys in for $2 chips and just loads the board. After a few spins and pretty decent hits, he then changes his chips from $2 to 5$ then to $10 and racks his winnings up to $10,000. It was then, five spins in a row, he loaded the board with some pretty gross bets, and every spin I would hit the ONE number with either NO CHIPS on it, or maybe 1 chip , He lost all $10,000 in a matter of minutes. He leaves , and I go on break. After my break I was going back to the same table and wouldn't you know it, the same young man walks in and cashes in another $500. He tells me he just sold his car outside and this is all that he had left. So we do the same deal, buys in for $2 chips, then slowly starts betting $5 chips, $10, $25...and he makes $10,000 AGAIN. Within the next 25 minutes it was straight agony. Every spin, same thing, he would bet $2500 in chips, and win only $250, $400, and after about a half hour he lost it all . Never saw the guy again.
2) Man down
At this property, we are 24 hours for table games. It's currently 5AM , and I'm dealing some $25 Blackjack to this guy. He's probably early thirties , heavy guy. He's sober as can be, but right away I can tell he's been losing. We know how much you've bought in for, how much your down, or up, and I could see he was down $2000+. After about twenty minutes of pure losing, his temper starts to flare.At this point I now have two other guests at my table. Drinking coffee, not saying a word, just losing their money. After losing hand, after hand, this guy looks me straight in the eye, seized up, starts shaking, he can't move. He tries to punch towards me and smashes his stack of chips all over the place and falls backwards to the floor. I call for security, we cannot touch him due to liability . I can't move from my table because, well, liability / casino cash property, all I can do is try to talk to him. As I'm doing so, these other two woman who are sitting at my table just look at me and one says "OK, dealer, cmon lets go " as she taps the table telling me to start dealing and forget about the guy having a stroke on the floor. As security takes him to the ambulance out front, I had to stay behind for a couple minutes and give a statement. I go on break. I come back, and 45 minutes later, he comes right back in with a oxygen tank and keeps gambling for the remainder of the morning.
3) You get a dildo, and YOU get a dildo!
On a late summer Saturday night, we had a large event for these massive muscle guys/strongman competition type thing. After their show, I'm at the roulette table , and five of these boys come over to play. They were absolutely hilarious. They were feeling pretty good, cashed in somewhat large amounts and I could tell this was going to be a fun time. After about a hour of dealing to these guys, it's almost midnight, everybody is pretty hammered , I spin the ball, and all five of these guys take out these god damn (what I can only tell was) two feet purple dildos from inside their pants, and wiping them around in the air. The ladies were just loving it, one of the dildos landed in the roulette wheel and we had to shut the table down to re-calibrate the wheel to make sure nothing had been changed. I just remember that night was so much damn fun, I couldn't believe what I was seeing and I would never forget it.
4) Full Moon
On this day, I was actually training dealers / supervising them on small games like Three Card poker. We opened the table at 10AM, and this older man came and sat down . He played all day. The jackpot was $21,000 and that was pretty high for this table. He played, and played and played. He's one of the players where you know he's wearing a diaper because he's been drinking coffee/pop all day and hasn't moved in eight hours. As the day went on, this man never moved from his chair. Getting closer to midnight, he was aggravated and said "I need to go have a smoke, I'm getting killed in here". He left, and the very next hand, the lady beside him was dealt the jackpot . He didn't say much, but you could just tell he just hated life at that very moment because had he not gotten up, it would of been his hand. The man calmly took his cane , his hat, jacket, coffee, and left. The next morning I found out when he did leave he drove his car straight through his bank and was arrested.
5) Slick Robber
I actually give props to people who can actually pull this off. This story may confuse you so I'll try and explain things as best as possible. A lot of casinos have machines as soon as you walk through the front doors. A man walks up to one of these machines and sticks in HIS $100 bill. He doesn't gamble it, instead he hits the cash out button and gets a $100 TITO ticket where he then takes the ticket to the ATM machine to get his $100. Now remember, his Original $100 is in the slot machine. He then takes the $100 from the ATM and goes back to the same machine, and repeats this process over a hundred times. Essentially he's taking money from the ATM, and loading up the Slot Machine . Now he knows he can't do it too much because if the slot machine gets full of money, the machine will shut down and the slow attendant will have to take all the cash out. So he deposits over $10,000 , then has a small crowbar, he cracks the machine open and makes a run out the front door. To my knowledge he was never caught . But damn, that was pretty smart .
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6) Mental Health is a thing.
10PM man walks in to play some high limit BlackJack. This guy knows the game and played well. Dressed nice, drank juice/tea , a little bit of a attitude, cashed in over $10,000. When this man was half way down his buy in, he said something a long the lines of "If I don't win here tonight, I'm going to go set myself on fire." I wasn't sure if he was serious because when people are down, they tend to say a lot of nonsense. I actually left early that night, and from a third party was told he did exactly that in the parking lot. The next day it was clear something terrible had gone wrong in the parking lot .
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7) Nothing good happens after midnight
After a busy Saturday night, I was dealing a mix of games, and during this story I was in the middle of Blackjack. I had one young kid (probably 19) sitting in the middle, one older male probably in his later 40's sitting beside him on his right, and I had a really nice couple in their 20's sitting together at the other side. This young kid wasn't playing just sort of watching, and ever time the old man won he would give this young guy some of his winnings. The older man, was a wine drinker, and he had black between all of his teeth, I'll never forget. He's a little drunk but nothing terrible. As the night goes on, the older man goes and uses the washroom, at which point the couple asked the young guy "Oh was that your dad?" and the young guy says "Hah, no I wish!". The couple and I just looked at each other. This old guy, was in complete control over this kid. Absolutely disgusting. The night ends, and I find out the couple called a few of their friends, and they all waited outside by this old mans truck and beat the living hell out of him. 40 years old, sleeping with a 19 year old, completely brain washed . Very weird.
8) That one co-worker where you just wish they would quit.
One of our co-workers, nice guy but had a very big ego and we as employees just sorta left him alone. One day he had enough of the atmosphere and quit. Now usually when you quit, you cannot come back until you paperwork is finalized. How ever, HR was in that day, and he was given the paperwork the very next day. He came in, cashed in $1000, and made $50,000 in about a hour at the Baccarat table. My manager, was extremely annoyed, because now this guy is just mocking the casino and having the time of his life (Thanks for the big tip by the way :) ) and so he decides to call it quits. He wants to ban himself and he wants $50,000 in cash. The casino says Nope, we are going to give you a cheque. Now here's the thing, most business people will take the cheque, how ever you CANT CASH the cheque until the following monday because it's on that day where the funds are available. The casino on the other hand will cash their own check in anytime , because they want you to play. So this guy pretty much said go to hell I want my cash, and he called the police. Police show up, and management promptly gave him the cash.I though it was absolutely hilarious .

9) No good deed goes un punished
I was dealing Three Card Poker, and the jackpot was around $17,000. This old man (a regular) was sitting there all day grinding it out. Super nice guy, always a pleasure to deal to. Well, after hours of playing, he stands up and says "Hey john!, can you come here for a minute?" so his buddy John comes over. He says to John "I need to go take a piss real quick, can you play my card until I get back?" John agrees . John takes the chips and I stop him and explain he can't play his friends chips, he needs to cash in and play his own. And he does. Welp, second hand out and bam, doesn't he win it. The old man comes back and is so happy, he can't believe it. John, took his $17,000, didn't say a word to his "buddy" and walked away. I never felt so much hatred in all my life. Didn't give him a dollar, not a thank you, nothing. The old man sits back down again, the progressive resets to $2500, and he sat there grinding away again.
10) The Top Knot
I had this player , young guy, who was born into a fortune. One of his relatives passed away and left him a pretty big sizable amount of money, so he played poker every single day for the rest of his days. I will add, he IS a good player. I did not enjoy his company just because of the "Know-it-All" attitude, but he was good. We'll call him John. John is 5'10, and well build, with muscle. John also decided today was the day to show off his Top Knot. (google top knot if you're not sure what I mean) So he sits down, and he's absolutely KILLING the table. Every hand, after hand, after hand. And because he's in such a good mood, he's playing any two cards, calling any $500 bet, and he's just dominating. This one guy at the table decided he had enough. He got up, without saying a word and left. A moment later, he comes back in, walks behind John, and takes a pair of scissors , and cuts off his Top Knot. I for one couldn't believe it, dying laughing inside, and it just turned into one big brawl. That was a good day.
11) That one bad seed
One of my best friends who I haven't seen in YEARS ended up being part of the crew. 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. So every month or so we would all go up to the other casino to play. I myself would bring no more than $500, but I couldn't understand how this guy (we'll call him Kyle) was spending THOUSANDS of dollars at the tables. So this wen on for a few months. Well, one day, as we're closing the casino, he and I are in the High Limit room and we're getting ready to close the tables. We are told to take the chips out, count them, put them back, sign this piece of paper and that's it. Well as the supervisor was locking the tray, the piece of paper fell to the floor, so she asked Kyle to grab the piece of paper. As he bends over, a great big $500 chip falls right out of his sock. Kyle was fired immediately , but it all made sense. They offered Kyle a deal where if he replaced all the stolen chips they would not make it public. Not sure how that turned out.
12) If I ever decide to write a book, this will be the last chapter: <3
After working at my first Casino for five years, I met a Indian woman who was visiting from another part of the country. During this time I was explaining a game to her, which honestly I don't think she even cared. She explained she was visiting and sight seeing , and that was that.Well, two years later I ended up moving to the other side of the country and transferred casinos, and low and behold she worked there as a Dealer. We got married , and it's been 5 years.
13) The Tip
One of our tables that we've had for a couple years had a progressive jackpot that had reached $100,000. The dealer at the table was sitting pretty lonely. Nobody really played the game because people knew it was 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 says to the dealer, we'll call him John. "John, if you pay me that jackpot, I will tip you $10,000" Well John started dealing, and about a half hour into his shift, he F*cking did it. He dealt him the royal. And you know something?This young lad, kept his word, and he made sure there was a audience, and he tipped exactly $10,000. That was a moment right there. That pay cheque was real nice. I think we all got about $500 more than usual. 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 .
14) The Lawsuit
Now this story I'm going to have to beat around the bush a bit due to the nature of what happened. I can't won't answer any questions that you may have on this topic other than what I have to say because it had a lot of publicity . The waitresses at this casino had to wear very thin sexy clothes. Not borderline legal, but it was noticed. One day they called all the waitresses to come in and explained they were changing their outfit to something even more sexier. Now these new dresses were very very borderline legal . The staff said No way. We're not wearing that.So , friday night comes, and the staff work their whole shift, then at the end of their shift were called into a meeting and were all fired. Welp, one of those ladies father was a pretty big time lawyer. Brough the casino to court and won. They won big. Good for them. We had no waitresses for a couple days haha.
Thanks for reading along, I have many more I can add as the day goes on, those were just some off the top of my head. Feel free to ask any questions of the Casino industry. I don't really have many stories about the surveillance department because that's the one area where I can't really say a whole lot due to its privacy and contracts I was and still am under.
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Lost in the Sauce: Barr's DOJ shut down investigations of Trump and admin officials

Welcome to Lost in the Sauce, keeping you caught up on political and legal news that often gets buried in distractions and theater… or a global health crisis.
Housekeeping:

Post-election

On Saturday, Trump announced on Twitter that he has put his personal lawyer Rudy Giuliani in charge of his campaign's long-shot post-election legal challenges. Other people on the team include Joseph diGenova, Victoria Toensing, Sidney Powell, and Jenna Ellis.
  • Giuliani worked with a Russian agent to smear Biden. diGenova and Toensing tried to get the Justice Department to drop charges against corrupt Ukraine oligarch Dmytro Firtash. Powell represents Michael Flynn and champions "deep state" conspiracies. Ellis said gay marriage leads to pedophilia.
NYT: Mr. Trump turned to Mr. Giuliani earlier on Friday in reaction to the latest setback he faced in court, this one relating to votes in Maricopa County, Arizona… A half-dozen other Trump advisers have described Mr. Giuliani’s efforts as counterproductive and said that he was giving the president unwarranted optimism about what could happen… In an Oval Office meeting with aides on Thursday, Mr. Trump put Mr. Giuliani on speakerphone so the others could hear him. He angrily accused the aides of not telling the president the truth
Giuliani’s conspiracy-riddled rant at Four Seasons Total Landscaping was so disastrous that it “scared off many of the lawyers” recruited to argue election-related lawsuits. Politico: “Campaign officials described the episode as disastrous...there are widespread concerns within Trumpworld and GOP circles that Giuliani’s antics are thwarting the president’s legal machinery from within.”
Two major law firms have withdrawn from Trump campaign cases as his legal challenges crumble. Arizona’s largest law firm Snell & Wilmer dumped the RNC and Trump campaign effort to challenge votes in Maricopa County. Porter Wright Morris & Arthur is abandoning Trump’s attempt to block Pennsylvania's popular vote for Joe Biden.
  • In one day (Friday), nine cases meant to attack President-elect Joe Biden's win in key states were denied or dropped - seven in Pennsylvania, one in Arizona, and one in Michigan.
The new federal chief information security officer, Camilo Sandoval, has already taken leave from his day job to participate in a pro-Trump effort to hunt for evidence of voter fraud in the battleground states. The group, Voter Integrity Fund, is a newly formed Virginia-based group that is analyzing ballot data and cold-calling voters. Sandoval was officially appointed on Nov. 4, 2020, but lists his starting date at October on his personal LinkedIn page.
WaPo: Sandoval is part of a hastily convened team led by Matthew Braynard, a data specialist who worked on Trump’s 2016 campaign. Another participant is Thomas Baptiste, an adviser to the deputy secretary of the Interior Department who also took a leave to work on the project. Braynard said in an interview that several other government officials on leave are also assisting the effort, but he declined to identify them.
Media’s role:
  • Facebook Cut Traffic To Leading Liberal Pages Just Before The Election: Liberal page administrators who spoke with BuzzFeed News said that their reach declined by as much as 70%, and still hasn’t recovered.
  • Facebook Live Spread Election Conspiracies And Russian State-Controlled Content Despite Employee Fears: The social network’s live video tool has recommended videos featuring misinformation and the hyperpartisan views of Trump allies leading up to and following election day in the US.
  • In the week after the election, Trump’s postings dominated Facebook, accounting for the 10 most engaged status updates in the United States, and 22 of the top 25. “I WON THIS ELECTION, BY A LOT!” was his top post.
  • YouTube Is Doing Very Little to Stop Election Misinformation From Spreading
  • Social media app Parler receives financial backing from conservative hedge-fund investor Robert Mercer and his daughter Rebekah, The Wall Street Journal reported. Parler turned into a kind of de facto home for conservatives’ protests against the election— including the persistent “Stop the Steal” campaign— after the race was called for former Vice President Joe Biden. Several high-profile conservative social media personalities encouraged people to abandon Twitter and Facebook because of their moderation policies, and instead follow them on Parler.

Transition

Emily Murphy, the head of the General Services Administration, still hasn’t signed the official letter that would allow the incoming Biden team to formally begin the transition. House Democrats are assessing options to force the GSA’s hand, which could include summoning Murphy to the Hill to testify or suing her. “Obviously, Congress could file suit against the GSA administrator for failing to do her duty. We could seek to get a court to, in fact, issue an order
Her ascertainment is the legally necessary precursor to the government’s assistance to the Biden-Harris Presidential Transition Team. It releases $6.3 million dollars to the team, which is funded by public and private money; a loan of expanded federal office space and equipment; access to government agencies that will begin sharing information and records about ongoing activities, plans and vulnerabilities; national security briefings for the president; and other support.
  • The Office of the Director of National Intelligence recently confirmed that it is not providing national security briefings to the president-elect. The Defense Department has also reportedly indicated that it will not meet with the Biden-Harris transition team until Murphy formally affirms the apparent winner.
One of the officials fired in Trump’s latest purge was helping prepare for the transition to the new administration. USAID Deputy Administrator Bonnie Glick was removed abruptly to make way for a Trump loyalist after she had been supportive of transition planning, including the preparation of a 440-page manual for the next administration.
The GSA’s refusal to enact the transition has locked Biden’s team out of crucial Covid-19 pandemic data and government agency contacts. The president-elect’s Covid-19 task force has been trying to work around the federal government by connecting with governors and the health community.
  • The head of Operation Warp Speed, Moncef Slaoui, called on the White House to allow contact with the Biden team, saying “It is a matter of life and death for thousands of people.”
White House’s Office of Management and Budget is considering 145 new regulations and other policy changes they could enact before Biden’s inauguration - rules that will be challenging to undo once they are finalized. Critics and supporters of the administration say they expect a final burst of regulations to be finalized in the weeks before Jan. 20.
The rules under development include policies that the incoming Biden administration would probably oppose, such as new caps on the length of foreign student visas; restrictions on the Environmental Protection Agency’s use of scientific research; limits on the EPA’s consideration of the benefits of regulating air pollutants; and a change that would make it easier for companies to treat workers as independent contractors, rather than employees with more robust wage protections.
Last week, both Secretary of State Mike Pompeo and White House trade adviser Peter Navarro said they’re preparing for a second Trump term. “There will be a smooth transition to a second Trump administration,” Pompeo said during a news conference Tuesday afternoon (clip). Pompeo then doubled down on Fox News (clip). “We are moving forward here at the White House under the assumption there will be a second Trump term,” Navarro said on Fox Business Friday (clip).

DOJ interference

Attorney General William Barr stopped career prosecutors in DOJ’s Public Integrity Section from investigating whether President Trump broke any laws related to his conduct with Ukraine last year. The section was initially given the green light to pursue “a potentially explosive inquiry” into Trump, but after the Senate acquitted the president during impeachment proceedings, Barr sent the case to the U.S. attorney’s office in Brooklyn.
Prosecutors in DOJ’s Public Integrity Section were also prevented from bringing charges against former interior secretary Ryan Zinke by political appointees atop the Justice Department. Deputy Attorney General Jeffrey Rosen told prosecutors that they needed to gather more evidence and refine the case against Zinke for lying to Interior investigators.
  • The investigation into Zinke stemmed from his decision to block two Native American tribes—the Mashantucket Pequot and Mohegan—from opening a casino in Connecticut. Zinke’s office had been lobbied heavily by MGM Resorts International, which had been planning to open its own casino very close to where the tribes intended to break ground.
Sixteen assistant U.S. attorneys specially assigned to monitor malfeasance in the 2020 election urged Barr on Friday to rescind his memo allowing election-fraud investigations before results are certified. "It was developed and announced without consulting non-partisan career professionals in the field and at the Department. Finally, the timing of the Memorandum's release thrusts career prosecutors into partisan politics," the prosecutors wrote.
An internal Justice Department investigation found that federal prosecutors who oversaw a controversial non-prosecution deal with Jeffrey Epstein in 2008 exercised “poor judgment” but did not break the law. “They just say he used poor judgment, and that's their way of basically letting everyone off the hook while offering some sort of an olive branch to the victims that we acknowledge weren't treated perfectly,” said Brad Edwards, who sued the DOJ in 2008 on behalf of Epstein accusers.

Immigration news

Eastern District of New York Judge Nicholas Garaufis (Clinton-appointee) ruled that Chad Wolf was not legally serving as acting Homeland Security secretary when he signed rules limiting DACA program applications and renewals. Therefore, in a win for Dreamers and immigration activists, Garaufis said the changes were invalid.
The judge described an illegitimate shuffling of leadership chairs at the Department of Homeland Security, the agency responsible for immigration enforcement, for the predicament of Wolf's leadership and that of his predecessor, Kevin McAleenan.
"Based on the plain text of the operative order of succession," Garaufis wrote in the Saturday ruling, "neither Mr. McAleenan nor, in turn, Mr. Wolf, possessed statutory authority to serve as Acting Secretary. Therefore the Wolf Memorandum was not an exercise of legal authority."
  • There's a renewed push to get Chad Wolf confirmed as Homeland Security secretary -- a position in which he's been serving in an acting capacity for a yearr -- before Inauguration Day. In the past week, Homeland Security officials spoke to Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell's office about bringing the nomination to a floor vote in the coming weeks.
Within the last six months, as the coronavirus pandemic gripped the US, the Trump administration filed 75 lawsuits to seize private land along the US-Mexico border for the border wall." People right now are having to choose between their health and their homes," said Ricky Garza, a staff attorney at the Texas Civil Rights Project, a legal advocacy group.
After a series of price increases, Trump’s border project will cost taxpayers $20 million per mile of border fence. A review of federal spending data shows more than 200 contract modifications, at times awarded within just weeks or months after the original contracts, have increased the cost of the border wall project by billions of dollars since late 2017.
DHS has expelled unaccompanied immigrant children from the US border more than 13,000 times since March, using the coronavirus as an excuse to deny children their right to asylum. Previously, unaccompanied children were sent to government-run shelters as they attempted to pursue their asylum cases.
Migrant children from Central America are being expelled to Mexico, where they have no family connections. The expulsions not only put children in danger - the policy violates a diplomatic agreement with Mexico that only Mexican children and others who had adult supervision could be pushed back into Mexico after attempting to cross the border.
The House Judiciary Committee released a report on the Trump administration’s policy of separating families at the border, revealing that the federal agency that cares for migrant children was not told about the policy. The chaos contributed to the inability to later reunite parents and children.
The Trump administration is trying to deport several women who allege they were mistreated by a Georgia gynecologist at an immigration detention center. Hours after one detained woman spoke to federal investigators about forced hysterectomies at a Georgia detention center, she said ICE told her that it had lifted a hold on her deportation and she faced “imminent” removal. Six former patients who complained about Dr. Mahendra Amin had already been deported.
Northern District of Illinois Judge Gary Feinerman (Obama-appointee) blocked a key Trump administration policy that allowed officials to deny green cards to immigrants who might need public assistance Advocates who had feared that the policy would harm tens of thousands of poor people, particularly those affected by widespread job loss because of the coronavirus pandemic.

Miscellaneous

Microsoft said it has detected attempts by state-backed Russian and North Korean hackers to steal valuable data from leading pharmaceutical companies and vaccine researchers. “Among the targets, the majority are vaccine makers that have COVID-19 vaccines in various stages of clinical trials.”
Two census takers told The AP that their supervisors pressured them to enter false information into a computer system about homes they had not visited so they could close cases during the waning days of the once-a-decade national headcount.
The Supreme Court on Tuesday signaled it’s unlikely to tear down Obamacare over a Republican-backed lawsuit challenging the landmark health care law. Chief Justice John Roberts and Trump appointee Justice Brett Kavanaugh strongly questioned whether the elimination of the mandate penalty made the rest of the law invalid. Kavanaugh appeared to signal on several occasions that he favored leaving the rest of the law intact if the mandate is struck.
Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton (R) was sued last week by four whistleblowers claiming that he abused his office to benefit himself, a woman with whom he was said to have had an affair, and the wealthy donor who employs her before retaliating against the members of his staff who reported him to the FBI.
The Trump administration is rushing plans to auction drilling rights in the U.S. Arctic National Wildlife Refuge before the inauguration of Biden, who has vowed to block oil exploration in the rugged Alaska wilderness. Biden’s efforts could be complicated if the Trump administration sells drilling rights first. Formally issued oil and gas leases on federal land are government contracts that can’t be easily yanked.
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Ocean's 4

Ocean's 4 is not a faction but a group that is made with the sole purpose of hiesting a casino. The group is made due to the desperation of the members because of the loss of their money in the casino. Their addiction clouded their minds and they blacked out until their money was no more
Leader:
Lily
Members:
Kris
Ryan
Sydney
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News Headline

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The Roulette Has Been Installed

The Roulette has been installed in the second floor of L'Ottos Casino. Another Blackjack machine is also being installed in the Casino
A Leaderboard will also get added to show the amount of money on the residents' L'Otto Card. This will urge the residents to not cash out immediately and higher standing in the leaderboard will give benefits in the Casino
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Town Center Amusement Park

The Amusement Park, named Pog Park, is almost at the end of its construction. Testing has been completed and safety has been provided in the rollercoaster called as the Hype Train
Please pay 10 Diamonds to Santa to get a ticket to ride the Hype Train

News

Its_Fundy has descended upon the lands!
A new resident became a victim of the Casino and became addicted in gambling and lost $2000 and had a debt of $3000
In order for the new resident to pay back the debt, she decided to work for the Casino after Ryan and Ludwig offered the option
Ludwig almost scammed Sydney from becoming a supervisor and hitman of and to Lily
Lily got possessed for a second and became Don Lily. Capo Ludwig had a PTSD after hearing Don Lily and there was a sudden shift in power
Fortunately, they returned to their senses and everything went back to normal
Lily will build a Grand Piano in the Casino and will provide live concert to make residents gamble more
Rumors also has it that Tubbo of The Hive faction has a deal with L'Ottos Casino as the main bank
A secret heist group has been instated by 4 residents and it's called Ocean's 4. Their purpose is to attempt a heist at L'Ottos Casino and rob them of money
Ludwig plans to host a pool party with Diamonds tomorrow in his Casino because voices in his head told him that his Diamonds might disappear tomorrow
Astral Sorcery Queen Sydney started to build her Magic Shop in the Black Market Mall
Krinios has descended upon the lands!
TheJennyWang (Toast's sister) has descended upon the lands!
Local resident flies around the world to find Farmer Villagers in Villages. He became frustrated at not finding any Farmers and only Jam Guys, Clerics, Shady Merchants, Santas, Apiarists, and Botanists. He massacred all villagers in a Village that did not have any Farmers
Upon being devastated at not finding a Farmer Villager, he made a Villager Spawner in hopes to spawn Farmers, only to find out that they disappear after a while
He made a Smeltery under the spawner to harvest the Villager's blood, which are molten Emeralds
Construction and renovation of L'Ottos Casino has resumed
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Casino Leaderboard

The Casino Leaderboard is a leaderboard for the casino that shows the top members who has the most money in their L'Otto Card. Top members has benefits in the casino such as lowered percentage when cashing out up to 2%
As of 12:40 am PST
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Rank 1
Abe - $1000
Rank 2
Sykkuno - $572
Rank 3
nhoJ - $345
Rank 4
Slam Dog Millionaire (Janet) - $42
Rank 5
Ash - $42
Rank 6
Rhiga - $12
Rank 7
Miyoung - $6
Rank 8
Jawsh - $0
Rank 9
Hannah - $0
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[All] No one could beat him at arm wrestling

In P6, a contract killer Ike "the Spike" Stadtler was playing dice in his motel room. This was the first time we saw him.
Ike had two dice. He threw them on the table and wrote the numbers in his notebook. Should we write the numbers down too?
First, he got 1 and 4. Then he threw 4 and 5, again writing the numbers down in his notebook.
As he was writing, there was a quick cut to an envelope slipping in under the door. As the scene cut back to Ike, things looked the same but something had changed: the Bulleit Bourbon was gone from his glass. Watching carefully if something else was wrong, the dice had moved and now showed 5 and 2.
So, in the season awash with numbers everywhere - many wishing they had no part to play in the proceedings - we got yet another number sequence: 144552. Coincidentally, also yet again, the sequence could work as a pointer to a moment in another episode. If so, Lynch had kept the actor throwing the dice until he got the first four numbers his painstakingly detailed editing plan required, possibly having several options what he needed to have.
Let's give P14 at 45:52 a look then and see what kind of sense that connection might make.
Right then, there was some Trucker sitting in Elk's Point #9 bar. He was still breathing but a moment later he was lying in his own blood on the floor after The Experiment lurking inside Sarah Palmer had bitten his neck off.
The scene was totally bonkers and very effective, but once again, ultimately it didn't seem to serve the purpose we expected it to have. The Experiment never showed up again, and even if Sarah Palmer was now established as a threat of credible kind, that wasn't used in any way either.
Sure is a mystery. What was going on? And why would Ike need to connect to the Trucker?
An episode earlier in P13, some Renzo, who was running a criminal lair The Farm, was hit hard in the face by Mr C. He had just lost a game of arm wrestling and with that his position as the boss. Mr C didn't seem to like him anyway. He fell dead on the floor, shown lying in his own blood.
This looked quite like what happened to the Trucker, another annoying bully who got finished with a single blow. This connection appeared to be quite revealing. Before the game started, Renzo's right-hand man Muddy promoted the invincibility of his boss.
Muddy: "This man is our boss ... 'cause no one can beat him at arm wrestling."
No one can beat him at arm-wrestling. Earlier, I proposed that Lynch had very experimentally overloaded the indefinite pronoun "no one" with an additional definite meaning of "The Experiment" (sic) so that every time it was used anywhere in the dialog, the sentence had a corresponding meta meaning. That way, we got bits and pieces about what was going on with this strange monster that directly popped up only a few random-looking times, seemingly without a character arch.
Thus then, what Muddy was also telling us would have been that The Experiment can beat Renzo in arm wrestling, paradoxically opposite to what his literal words meant. Since Renzo got beaten in that game a moment later, with Mr C showing supernatural strength, it was implied this Mr C was travelling with The Experiment and it were her powers that ultimately beat and killed Renzo.
Since both the Farm and the Black Lodge were referred to as "that place" and Ray was briefly shown dead on the Lodge floor after Mr C had shot him dead, we got strong hints who Renzo ultimately was in this apparent illusion. Mr C had a plan to avoid getting stuck in the Black Lodge again, and it seems we saw this plan in motion when he entered the Farm, that is, the Black Lodge: he was there to kill the one who ran the place.
Earlier, I proposed that Renzo and Richard were the same character. After Renzo was killed, this powerful character was able to quickly reincarnate but in another likeness and without his earlier position, possibly also having forgotten who he had been, stuck in a dream that he didn't know was just a dream.
Going back to the Trucker, who was also killed by The Experiment and connected to Ike, another point in all that probably was to connect Renzo and Ike and tell us they were the same character.
It seems that there is still more to squeeze out of Ike's dice. The dice that were inconsistent with the cut had numbers 5 and 2. These were the same numbers as in the dice in the Silver Mustang Casino logo. Earlier, I also proposed that Supervisor Burns was the same character as Richard, making him then the same character as Ike as well.
Furthermore, 5 and 2 are together 7, and we'll probably find this same character also in Lucky 7. Eventually all he wanted was to die or change.
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15 Years. 6 hours. Lots of heartbreak.

Hello Reddit community. Fair warning, this is a very long one.
I (33m) met my ex (34f) 16 years ago when I was in high school. Over the internet back in the day when people enjoyed Yahoo Games. We met over the chat in there lol. I am from around Brantford, Ontario, Canada. She was from around Pembroke, Ontario, Canada. I will not bother with going into the long details of our relationship but will say that it is obviously a very long history but it has always been pretty roller coaster like. I will also say that I have a whole host of my own mental issues, like Anger, control, jealousy etc probably stemming from a pretty rough childhood i have had (i am currently in counseling after many years of not doing it). We have 2 children. A 9 year old daughter and a 2 year old daughter. At the time of the beginning of this incident, we were not together and she was living with our daughters and her sister in an apartment about 5 minutes away from me.
Around August of 2019, one of the two of them received a phonecall from their father and he revealed that he had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. The two of them and our daughters immediately drove up to Pembroke to spend a week with him. His wife (their stepmom) is a real estate agent in the area. When they returned, the two of them had decided that they wanted to move to Pembroke to help their father.
When she told me this, as you would expect, I was not pleased. We got into some huge arguments. While I could understand wanting to help with their father, I was extremely upset about our children being taken away. I calmed down a bit eventually. During this time, they had been talking to their step mother and their step mother found out that renting apartments and renting houses is just as expensive, if not moreso than actually paying the mortgage on your own house. So now they get ideas about owning a house there. Found a house for like 108k. They decide to go to a bank to see about going together on a mortgage. Turns out the sister is so bad with her finances and debt she owes that they decline them.
I feel like at this point I should add in that although we may not have been together at that point (and throughout various other points of our history), the love I have for her (and obviously our daughters) has always been very strong. The 3 of them mean the world to me. My ex eventually comes to me. Asks me to go in with her on this mortgage because she knows I have a stable career and good income (im a dealer at the casino here in Brantford for the last 11 years). So her sister is irrelevant in the matter as it would be just hers and my house. Obviously I was not pleased. I talked this over with a few friends and my mom (who is my rock). They thought it was an insane thing to allow. I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place with this decision.
  1. I do this and co sign a mortgage with her. I would be doing this to help her and her sister out and I mean....frankly it would make me feel good to help them be with their family in a sense. But this also means our children and her move 5.5 hours away from me.
  2. I dont allow this and my ex resents me for the rest of my life and it makes any interactions we have in the future horrible and she also would probably financially make it much hard on me (going after more for child support, which at the time I believe I was paying 400 Canadian for our two girls).
I feel like I should also note that we have never been to court for anything. We have no custody agreement, they kind of just....live with her. When they were here in Brantford they were living with her and her sister and I would just come by and visit the three of them whenever I wanted or bring the girls to sleep at my place if I wanted. We've never had child support agreements either, beyond verbal.
Anyways...I eventually went through the bank checking on me process and decided to sign for this. From MINUTE ONE when she first told me about all of this, she said to me over and over again that this is just temporary. This is what made it easier on me. Because I knew that we could just grin and bare the distance for about a year to a year and a third. Her father was given 1 year to live btw.
So eventually they move on October 18th, 2019. From then until a few months ago I had been going up every other weekend from work to stay with the 3 of them. I went up with them at the beginning as I had a lot of paperwork to sign. I should note that we are BOTH co-owners of this property. 50% each. Same with the mortgage. BUT.....I have never invested a dime in this house. She borrowed a loan from her mother (my ex has never had much money at all) for the down payment of the house. She pays the mortgage and bills on the house.
When they were living in Brantford, she worked as a sale associate at a Winners store. When they moved to Pembroke, it was actually a good transition for her as she basically just transferred to the Winners in Pembroke. She eventually got a promotion to a supervisor there making a bit more money. To which she eventually, in October 2020, quit her job. I told her multiple times before she did this that it was a very very bad idea. But she didn't care. Said she just wanted to spend more time with our girls and she didn't get to while working, which is a ridiculous thing to say, because what parent wouldn't want to spend more time with their children. We work to provide a life for them.
Around January of 2020, her sister, who has always made rash decisions in her life....decided that she was going to move to Oshawa with some guys shes known for a few years (oshawa is like 4 hours away from Pembroke, 2 hours away from me in Brantford). By doing this....she kinda of double screwed my ex. One way, obviously, was that she was no longer going to be chipping in on bills. The other was that during this entire time that they lived in Pembroke, she didn't have a job (still doesn't, but irrelevant), so she was a free babysitter for my ex to watch over our children. This put my ex in a very uncomfortable position. The two of them really fought over this. When her sister moved out, various friends and family members would chip in a few hours here and there watching our girls, but nobody was consistent. Shes never had a reliable support system.
This continued until about the beginning of July 2020. Her sister arrived back at the house in Pembroke one day and discovered that my ex had left our 9 year old to watch our 2 year old for 8 hours a day while she was at work. This had shockingly been going on for 2 weeks. My ex had told me that her father and stepmother would be watching our daughters while she worked, obviously lied to me. So her sister lost her mind when she got there, called Childrens Aid Society and reported it. Waited until my ex got back from work and they got into a huge blow up. The sister left back for Oshawa. My ex called me that same night and told me all of this. I immediately told her that I would come there tonight and take our girls back to my place to help out for an indefinite amount of time. I left at 1030 that night and drove through the night except for a power nap and got there at like 8am. My daughters and I left later that night to come back to Brantford. They stayed with me for a month and a half from the beginning of July to lateish August. We had an absolute blast together. During this time, my ex was in a very dark place. She was very depressed about me "taking our girls away", as insulting as that is. She was also dealing with health issues at the time which eventually required emergency gall bladder removal. She was sidelined from work for about 2 weeks, sleeping like 18 hours a day. During this time, she apparently decided that she wants a lot more tattoos. So she was talking to a girlfriend from work about this and her friend told her that she should get in contact with her cousin or something. A guy who would give her tattoos for free or at least very cheap. Obviously everyone knows that the words free and tattoos never go well together. So they started hanging out and she started paying this person in Tom Hortons and pizza slices for tattoos. For real. Obviously I havent huge divulged in my own mental issues, but if you knew me.....you would know this does not sit well with me. I started being very accusatory and jealous. Saying to her over and over "oh, this is your new bf then eh?" Constantly she would say over and over again, "OP, stop being such an idiot. Hes just a friend. We've met each other at very dark times in each other's lives and we enjoy our time together." Eventually I brought the girls back to Pembroke. School was going to be starting back for my 9 year old. She had found a day care for our 2 year old. Everything seemed like it was set in place.
Now we are at about October 2020. This person is coming over to our house in Pembroke all the time or my ex and our girls are going there. I should mention that my 9 year old has said repeatedly that she does not feel comfortable around this person and finds him very weird. Says he's nice to her and her baby sister but he just doesn't seem to care much and he just makes her feel odd and he's weird and she doesn't care to be around him. So as this is going on....my jealousy back in Brantford is getting worse and worse. It got to the point that there was a night when this person made a supper for the 4 of them and I was talking to my daughter on the phone and she told me about this meal that they had and it was very very good. This didn't sit well with me. We finished our chat and I was texting my ex and told her something along the lines of "this is absolute bullshit. This is some husband and wife shit. I feel very uncomfortable with this person around our children." She basically said, again, that I was being ridiculous and that they are extremely good friends and this is what best friends do. I lost my temper and basically told her over text, "fuck this shit. Im done. I just....I dont want anything to do with any of this now. Enjoy your family of four." I should say obviously I dont actually want to revoke any sort of rights I was just jealous and angry and hurt.
Let's fast forward a bit more. November of 2020. Now, they seem to be sleeping over there at this persons house pretty much every night. Which is super fucking weird as like I told you guys.....my daughter does not like this. She finds it very uncomfortable.
At this point, due to covid among other factors....I really haven't seen them in about 2 months beyond video chat. I had started a new job but had a string of 5 days off in a row. Decided to make a bit of a rash judgement and drive up there to surprise my girls. But I wont lie, it was also because I was getting increasingly nervous. I arrive there on a Friday night at like 630 pm. I figured they were over there as there was no one at the house we owned (tbh probably a good thing as it avoids the confrontation). I asked my ex over text if she could come back to the house so I could hang out with the 3 of them. It didn't go well. She says "OP, are you insane??! We have not been on good terms lately, why would you think this would go well? I will bring the girls back but im not staying there." Than I just lost it. "This is absolutely ridiculous. I wanted to spend time with all of you." "I will not be staying there." "OK....well....I guess you had better just not come back then cuz I can tell you if you do....I will follow you to that house." "Omg are you insane? I'm calling the cops this is insane"blah blah. It never happened. We calmed down and I eventually stayed in the house for the night. She brought our girls over in the afternoon while she did grocery shopping but they already had plans to go out with her cousin to look at Christmas lights that night. I was invited to come but it would've been way too awkward. I just drove the 5.5 hours home.
It just got worse from here when I got home. This is like beginning of December. The very next day her father passes. Soon afterwards, she announces to me that they are no longer going to be moving back. Im absolutely floored and beyond hurt. Huge fighting ensues. It gets very nasty with her saying terrible stuff like she will go for full custody, etc etc. I remind her that we had a deal to move back after her father passed and that she can't do this with our kids. She says she is not stopping me from seeing them. Willing to meet every weekend for me to have them. This is no life. This is no life to formulate a good relationship with our daughters. This is beyond cruel. She claims im the bad one as im trying to force our daughters out of the house they love and the school our 9 year old loves and the quiet neighborhood. So.....now its about mid December. I am getting them to stay with me from December 27th- January 9th (they are here now). Its probably about the 21st at this point and she decides to announce to me that they are a couple and have been for a month now. Obviously im crushed. Shes said so many times all she ever wanted was for us to work out. Wanted me and her forever. Wouldn't have ever happened if it wasn't for my poor behavior and all that. But shes happy now she says. Many many days of crying ensue. Rage and anger. Jealousy. Insane insane jealousy. Here comes the creeper parts. So. Over the last 2 or so months I've learned some details. Dude apparently has a child on the way with a woman but she moved 5 hours away from him when she first found out she's pregnant (probably should've been a red flag for my ex). Guy works in the military in Petawawa, a town nearby Pembroke. Big, big military town. Hes a chef or some such shit there. Now....im not condoning my next actions. My eldest daughter had made me wary of this person as well as obviously my jealousy. I started doing some social media digging. Found out who his ex is. Started a very awkward dialogue with her one day (around the 23rd or something). It blossomed into actual conversation for days on end. Turns out, according to her and some serious shit she showed me during our many, many conversations.....this guy is seriously trouble. Massive control issues (I know...pot meet kettle), manipulation and grooming. On multiple occasions this guy would hold knives to her and threaten if she ever left him that he'd fucking end her or himself. Many many times of beating her up both verbally and physically (I saw a bunch of pretty bad pictures). Use to choke her out against a wall until she passed out and then would proceed to have his way with her.....really messed up stuff. Heres the real kicker. Curious how these two met? Not sure exactly how they met....but how they ended up actually getting together and having a 4 year relationship is because.......they both came into the relationship positive for genital herpes. Genital friggin herpes. He cheated on her many, many times during their relationship (apparently grounds for firing from the military). During these times that he's cheated on her....he apparently infected multiple people with this STI. He was scared moreso when a few women tried to confront him over text or other social media claiming that they wanted to get in contact with him and would sue (apparently thats a thing, I didnt know), than when his girlfriend found out as he knew he could smooth over the fact he cheated on her because he had her groomed and scared. So obviously he has not told my ex this, even though his ex that I've been speaking with literally described where exactly they are in his house as shes been living there for 4 years (up until about may/June 2020).
I confronted my ex about all of this stuff. She wasn't hearing any of it. Doesn't believe anything. Laughed me off. Says he's treated her nothing but good since theyfe been together. Said she won't put up with anything bad, not even once, but nothing has happened. Only thing that gave her any kind of pause was when I told her that literally less than a month ago he was texting his ex, asking her to "please come back, please come back to me. You are my everything. I want to spend the rest of my life with yiu" etc etc. So clearly this guy doesn't give a damn about my ex and she is just the current thing for him to pass his time with.
So. I think we are just about at the end of the story. Not much else has happened since that as, like I mentioned much earlier, I've had our daughters with me since dec 27th, until Jan 8th (for now). Oh. Actually.....one thing. She continues to show incredibly poor parenting skills. During this time that they've been with me.....sometimes around the 29th....she has actually gotten him to move in with them at OUR house. This is so beyond messed up. One month dating and this happens. Our kids don't even like him. Like I said earlier, my 9 year old has said he's very weird and strange and makes her uncomfortable. But she claims she's doing this all in the best interest of them. She justifies this because this guy is now apparently renting out rooms to two people at his house while chipping in some bills at our house. So the dude is using her as a cheap place to crash (the mortgage on our house in Pembroke is literally like 330$ a month), while he profits off his house. I have thought of doing multiple (probably bad) things, but I feel like someone needs to stop this terrible person before he hurts people beyond just my ex. I have definitely thought of contacting the Petawawa Military Police and telling them about all the horrible things I know about this person and telling them to check his medical files (the military doctor issues this guy his herpes medication, Valtrex). Ive also thought about sending him a pretty serious message, though that will probably amount to nothing. I can provide what I've typed up already about it if someone wants those details.
I will finish this off with the legal questions.
  1. She is scared as she thinks I can force the sale of the house as a co owner. Can I? Would I have a chance?
  2. Am I able to get them to move back? I realize thats a multi layered question. Having a verbal deal I also realize probably looks bad on me....but even if she denies that this deal ever happened....why on earth would I ever just randomly allow our children to be moved 6 hours away forever? No sane person would.
  3. I want this monster away from our children. Is it unwise to try and work up the balls to talk to military police?
  4. Its to the point that I dont even feel comfortable bringing our children back to meet up with her halfway on Jan 9th. Like I stated previously, we've never had any sort of custody arrangements. So, in my eyes, neither of us are more allowed to have the children than the other. What are my options here?
If yiu made it all the way here.....thank you for your time. I cant express enough gratitude. This has absolutely been the year from hell for me, even without covid.
TL;DR- ex and I had an agreement to move back with our children. Shes backing out of this. What are the options. Do I have a case? New guy in the picture very much scares me and our children are seriously uncomfortable. Can I do anything? Co own a house together. 50/50 split. What can be done about this to force the sale and potentially get things going in my favour?
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That Dreaded Third Floor (True Story)

A few years ago, I worked as a road supervisor for a security firm. Once per night, I had to go inside of a derelict building downtown which used to be the old Pittsburgh Post Gazette building, and do rounds. I would spend about 45 minutes walking up and down dark halls and corridors and hit small circular stickers with a "deggy stick", which registers to the computer of the main office indicating that I, in fact, was doing my rounds. There are four floors and a basement full of old machinery, pipes running along the walls and ceilings, and the permeating smell of dampness, dust, and mildew. It's been abandoned since 2010, and mostly gutted.
The building was comprised of wide opened concrete floors the size of basketball courts and smaller office floors with cubicles and carpeting. Plaster coming off the walls. Due to the darkness, there were a lot of holes and traps to step into. The stairs were old and wooden. Each day I'd make my way through the different floors, and I'd notice things like doors opened which were closed and lights on in rooms which were off the day before. I brushed this off as maintenance crews coming in and doing electrical work during daylight hours. Much of the building was the archetype of what you'd call "creepy", but on one floor, I sensed something real, and, truly evil - the third floor.
Almost every night I would notice shadows and movement out of my peripherals in certain rooms, and, when I'd turn, they'd be gone. There was a "red room", illuminated only by an overhead exit sign. A few times closets would be opened, and I'd swear I would see a woman in a white dress standing in them, just leering at me out of the corner of my eye, but, again, when I'd look, she evaporated. The building was built in 1920, so it has seen it's share of generations. There were no elevators. I had to walk the full five flights to do my rounds, however when I'd reach the third floor, my heart would begin to inexplicably race. At first, it was tame. I should have just left it alone...
Upon entering the third floor, you'd immediately be confronted with a lit up hallway with which you immediately turned right, and then down, around to the left, down a tight hallway, and around another corner, all the way to the dark endy. The entry side of the floor had overhead lights, dim as they were. The far side of floor 3 was pitch dark. I'd get feelings as soon as I'd set foot on that floor. Vibrations or humming sounds of electricity would instantly cease, and the entire floor would fall eerily silent. The halls looked like they belonged in an abandoned hospital. Shiny, white linoleum floors and off - white colored walls, shimmering only by outside streetlights.
I'd feel my senses heightening as soon as I began walking down the long hallway to the dark end of the floor. Like my ears were turned up full blast while my surroundings were muted, as if the cosmos had turned down it's proverbial radio, just to listen to my footsteps. And that feeling of being "watched"? I never believed in such superstitions, until now. I'd feel it everywhere, but, mainly behind me...at all times. I wouldn't even turn around. I didn't want to know, however, oddly, images would pop into my head of a deformed woman in, again, a white dress, following and tracing my every move. It wasn't something I even felt like I was expending mental energy to "think" about. It was like that image was inserted into my brain by something that wanted me thinking it. I hated it. Once I reached the very end and I pulled out my phone light to see is when that sensation became absolutely nuclear. I'd walk down the corridor into pitch blackness, and have to round a corner to the left, and after a few steps, the walls opened up to my left to cubicle walls and chairs. Walk past that, and you find yourself passing across another hall, with a men's and women's bathroom next to each other, missing their doors. Equally unsettling, especially since the mirrors were smeared with...something.
I'd run to the room I needed to hit, run out, and dash down the hallway past those dreaded bathrooms, which is where I'd REALLY begin to feel an unwaivering, mounting feeling of intense dread. However, after all, I was security, and often, if I'd see a shadow, I'd shine my light into either of those bathrooms. Nothing there. Eventually I stopped walking past the bathrooms and instead would cut through the cubicles, since I'd heard what I swear were whispers and voices.
The basement of the building looked like something out of 'Silent Hill' or 'F.E.A.R.', and yet, walking through it was a pleasure compared to floor three. As the weeks went on, those feelings I was getting were only intensifying. I'd pass through the pitch dark cubicle area and feel the hairs stand on the back of my neck. I'd get static shocks all over my body, poking and prodding my every pore. The squeaking of my shoes against the floor would produce a decibel that sounded louder than if someone in a marching band smashed cymbals next to my face. Always, in that one spot, crossing the cubicles, or passing those horrible bathrooms, would I begin to feel a "tickle" on my neck. I'd swatted at it several times, thinking a spider fell on me, but it occurred like clockwork. Something was there with me. This wasn't normal.
One night, I had to make a stop at the new Post Gazette building located in the casino district of the city, and have to evaluate a guard named Clifford. He was a nice, quiet guy. Usually I was in and out of there, but this night, I stayed and chatted. More specifically, I brought up that building. He mentioned that he was a guard there when it was still in operation. I remember one conversation verbatim. It went like this - "you know, Cliff, maybe I'm just sensitive, but, I swear I get really unsettling feelings when I'm on -". "The third floor", he interjected.
He explained, in his own words, "once I was on that floor doing rounds. It was all women who worked on it. They were afraid of the bathrooms, and they'd all leave together, always before dark. One night, I shone my flashlight down by the bathrooms, and, I'm not kidding, and I've never believed in the supernatural, but, when I shone my light on that part of the hallway, I saw the tall shadow of a hunched - over figure standing there. It was tall and lanky, and as soon as my light hit it, it's back to me, it looked over it's shoulder, directly at me, and started walking in my direction. I ran out of there. From them on, I only went on that floor during daylight hours".
After this conversation, I began to literally run as fast as Usain Bolt down those halls, hit my points, and run out. Soon, as days passed, I'd notice the floor getting colder, despite it being room temperature when I entered that floor. It would just drop dramatically out of nowhere. Finally, I stopped, and yelled out, in the pitch darkness, "whoever is in here, make yourself known NOW, or else, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!". Silence. The next few days were a little different. I still felt "off", and I still continued to sprint the halls, but it didn't seem quite as bad. Or maybe I was just overconfident that I "scared it off". I was very wrong...
This was the final night I'd ever go onto that floor ever again. After what I'm about to tell you, I emphatically refused to go near that floor ever again to my boss. I was doing my normal rounds. I wasn't running, but walking, the halls. I assumed maybe it was just all in my mind. I went all the way to that back room, and came out to pass through the pitch dark cubicle area when I just...felt something. It was imperceptible, but it was there...right behind me. I stopped and listened. A groaning noise - "errrrrrr", very subdued, but undoubtedly there. I stopped dead in the center of the room, and finally, worked up the courage to turn around. What I saw has instilled in me the belief that the realm of the spirit is real...
...I turned, and looked into the darkness. Standing about ten feet away, was a woman, with wild, matted hair, bone thin, face contoured and big nose like a bird, dressed in white. She got down on all fours, and I swear it, started running towards me like a dog. I turned and sprinted as fast as I could across the floor and into the lit area, before stopping, and putting my arms up, bracing to be attacked by a crazed homeless woman. But, nobody was there. However, in the center of the lit area was a pillar, and on that pillar was a breaker box, and the metal covering was fucking flapping back and forth, banging and smacking off of the plaster, swinging. Something had smacked it HARD. "HELLO????!!!!!", I cried out several times. Nothing. Nobody. And after that, I was done.
I ran back outside to the SUV and just sat there, looking up at that floor from the parking lot, catching my breath, and re-evaluating my sanity. Eventually I drove off. Off to the new Post Gazette building, to talk to Cliff. When I told him what had happened, he didn't tell me the sensible reply, that it was "all in my head". No, instead he hit me with the knockout blow. He said...
..."I'm not surprised. In 2007, a woman, an office worker, leaped from the window at that end of the floor to her death on the parking lot below. Her husband and son both died in a car accident weeks before. And she looked just like the woman you described".
Good riddance, old Post Gazette building. Time to terrorize a new guard.
The End.
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Rant about the lousiest “customer” I served yesterday

Okay, so the other day, well yesterday, I had been on shift for maybe 30 minutes and positioned at POS. Everything was going well until this guy walked in. He was not wearing a mask (problem number one) and he walked right up beside the patron I was serving at that moment (problem number two). I had just assumed he was with her, so I asked him if he had a mask, to which he said no and I gave him one before finishing up with the woman at my till. She walks over to the hand-off area and he steps up to my till to order. Not respecting safe distancing is not cool but there was not much I could do at that point as there was now proper distance between him and the other guests, but what came next just floored me.
This asshole reaches into our tip cup and pulls out the $5 bill that was sitting in there and then proceeds to start ordering. So I cut him off and tell him he can’t do that. Which he ignores and continues to try and order. So I repeat myself a bit louder “you can’t be taking money out of our tip cup”. This asshole stops mid sentence looks me dead in the eye and goes “I didn’t”. So I tell him I watched him do it and he could put it back. He legitimately tried to tell me he put the money in there by mistake and was trying to get it back. Even though I knew the regular who had actually put it in there, and I watched him steal it. All of which I vocalized to him as he tried to lie to us. And I guarantee he was going to try and pay for his tall macchiato with the bill he just stole from us. My supervisor was on break or in the restroom (I’m not sure but he wasn’t present at that moment) and I’m a fairly new partner so I was not sure how to handle the situation but I wasn’t having any of it. So I told him to put it back once more and refused to serve him. He then stormed out with our tips still in his hand never to be seen again. Now I’m preparing to get talked to by my manager about not handling the situation appropriately because “we’re not supposed to argue with robbers”? Which may or may not happen but my shitty supervisor (who sucks at his job and wasn’t the one on shift when this happened) told me the manager would review the incident report and “coach” me on how to respond better in that kind of situation. I’m not happy about any of it.
I hate people. We come to work and put ourselves at risk every day for garbage pay just to have jerks like him rob us of what little extra bonuses on top of our pay that we get. Before COVID I worked at a casino and made great money (I’m talking like $16 /hour plus $8-12/hour in tips - totalling close to $30 in hourly wages) and now I’m scraping by to make ends meet and getting treated like crap by customers daily. I’ve seen worse abuse at my old job but that doesn’t make this at all okay. Unfortunately for him, being at a casino for 3 years means I know higher level security protocols than Starbucks has and I’m really good at remembering faces (because I’d have to know the people who were barred from the casino). I will remember his face and I don’t care what our managers might say, I’m not serving him. He can crawl into a hole and die for all I care, he’s never getting Starbucks from our location again.
That’s my rage induced sleeplessness hyper-focusing on the crummy parts of my life right now. Thanks for listening.
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[All] Saturn

In P4, having won 30 (or was it 29?) jackpots, Cooper was wandering in the Silver Mustang Casino lobby. Pit Boss Warrick ran after him and took him to Supervisor Burns's office to collect the money.
Burns was seated behind his desk. When Warrick put Cooper sitting in a chair on the other side of the desk, he got curiously fixated by a pen that was standing in a base made of red dice. Also Burns glanced at the pen quickly.
For some reason, Cooper couldn't get his eyes off the pen. Burns managed to distract him briefly by placing a huge bag of money on the table but soon Cooper was back to staring at the pen again. While staring at it, he repeated a word from Burns's small talk.
Cooper: "Who?"
Eventually, staring at the pen stopped, but the message was difficult to miss: there was something in the pen that we needed to figure out. Besides all that staring, it didn't feature in the scene in any other capacity so the answer was probably somewhere else. So, who ... else had that kind of pen?
There was a similarly placed pen on Ben Horne's desk, sticking out in the same angle. It was prominently on display in P10 when Sheriff Truman came to bring him some bad news about Richard. At that time, Ben was also dressed in identical colors as Burns. There even was another pen on the table next to his right hand that kept jumping inconsistently between two positions, just like another pen next to Burns's right hand in the earlier scene.
But back to the other pen whose counterpart was stared into importance. In Ben's office, the pen pointed at a Saturn-like figure painted on the wooden wall behind him. Coincidentally, Ben's grandson Richard, the topic of the Sheriff's visit, was driving a broken 1996 Saturn.
In another coincident, Burns was dressed in the colors of Richard's unusually painted car. This was one of several similarities between the two.
In P16, Richard got somehow burnt into oblivion on a rock. In P5, Burns (sic) got "fucking fired" by Bradley. In P15, Richard was kicked hard by Mr C when he was lying on the ground, and Rodney kicked Burns hard when he was on the floor. In P10, before robbing her, Richard said his grandmother Sylvia had always wanted him to "leave town", and Bradley told Burns to "leave town".
Burns had a bag that got money worth "thousands of dollars" like Janey-E said later that evening. In P10, Richard said, "I got money", and then he robbed his grandmother who later complained to Ben he had taken "thousands of dollars" that he had stuffed in her purse.
After Burns was dragged out of the control room, he was never seen or mentioned again, in line with Bradley telling him, "Don't ever come back". Later in the same episode, Richard made his first appearance. He didn't have a bag of cash yet, but he had a cigarette packet filled with cash that he gave to Chad.
So, that pen led us to wonder if Burns and Richard were meant to be the same character, separated by time and space to their own worlds. However, while amusing as such, it didn't seem to make much difference. Something was still missing from this dilemma, and for that something we probably need to go back to Ben who was also wearing the same colors as Burns that were the colors of Richard's car. After all, that Saturn was on his wall.
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Drunk Guy with Belt Tries to Get into Person’s Room with No ID

So, this just happened tonight. We’re having an event in our little western gambling town, where you can sample, food, wine, liquor, all sorts of stuff. It was two hours til the end of my shift, so I was in the back getting some stuff for the coffee station when I hear someone pounding on the desk. I go back to the front and there’s a guy there who is clearly drunk, asking about a room that has already checked in, wanting to cover some of the cost. He was slurring his words so I couldn’t understand him very well, but he wasn’t with the gentleman at check in, and he didn’t mention anything to me. So I said ‘I’m sorry sir, I can’t let you into Mr. Actually My Uncle’s Neighbor’s room without ID.’ He asked if he could book a room, pulling out credit cards and I noticed his belt was all coiled up in his hand. I can’t make him a reservation without ID. He was getting pissy and stormed over to a chair about eight feet away from the desk. The folks behind him walk up, saying they had just book our last room about twenty minutes ago. The woman, who went to the same college as me (I think we might have shared a class, she looked familiar) said they would stay with me so I wasn’t alone with the guy. I radioed a floor supervisor from the casino so the guests could go to their room, and told the supe the situation. He got a hold of his manager, and we tried to get a hold of Mr. Uncle’s Neighbor, but nothing, even had someone go to the room and knock on the door. The Casino manager and I heard the guy talking to someone on his phone about fighting someone, getting a punch in the face, knocking someone out, and about how his friend wasn’t afraid of anything and how there was a special place in hell for the friend he was on the phone with. After a while he stood up and moved towards the desk asking if we had rooms left. I said no, and that if he wanted into Mr. Uncle’s Neighbor’s room, I would need ID. He said ‘Are we really doing this?’ The Casino manager said, ‘Yes, we are’ the drunk guy left, leaving his cap and a $100 bill behind. So, being the nice person I am, I left a note for Night Audit, and taped the bill to the inside of the hat. I let my relief know about everything in case he came back, and called my boyfriend so I wasn’t walking a block and a half to my car alone. So yeah, scary night for me.
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Unbreakable

So. I want to put a huge disclaimer at the beginning of this story. If you have trouble with stories about/containing suicide then do NOT read this. It’s not gory or a first person tale of suicide, but I just wanted to give a fair warning.
The brown and green Quith female crooked an eye at that, her smooth damp skin glistening in the dim light of the bar.
“So you want to know about humans do you?” she asked, smiling a sad smile and looking down at her drink for a moment.
“I don’t blame you… they seem like a wild species to most, one of only five sapient deathworld species to ever break the light speed barrier and by far the most interesting of those five…” she said with a sigh.
“But you already know that… don’t you? Of course you do.” She said, chuckling softly and taking a large gulp from the mug in front of her.
“I’m sure you’ve heard all the stories about how unstoppable they are, how it is impossible to break them or beat them down.” She said, bringing a chuckle from a few of the barflies that were eavesdropping. “Yes, yes they truly have an amazing ability to survive whatever the universe throws at them don’t they?” She said sardonically.
“Well…” she said, taking a deep breath as if readying herself for something. “I know for a fact that that isn’t always true…”
“Okay, okay calm down…” she said, drawing a bit more attention before taking another long pull from her mug. “I’ll tell you my story… But you’re not going to like it.”
“It started as just a normal day as stories like these always do.” she said, eliciting another chuckle from the now grown crowd of eavesdropping barflies. “Like any other, I crawled out of my nice warm sleeping bog into the crisp morning air that leaked in through my windows, shrugged on my moisture retainer and a set of clothes, grabbed a fish from my tank for breakfast and headed out the door. It was another idyllic day on the fringe, another day at work like any other.” She said, her eyes glazing over slightly as she started to get lost in the memory.
“I hopped on a shuttle and headed into the office, I’d worked from home the past week due to a cold so I thought that it would be good to get out and see my coworkers in person after being cooped up for so long. To my surprise and delight an acquaintance of mine: a human janitor by the name of Frank whose company I had come to enjoy was sitting at one of the desks. He was asleep by the looks of things with a content smile on his face.” she said, smiling fondly at that memory before shuddering for some reason and taking a deep breath in through her nostrils.
“He was a quiet man, but hardworking and he always seemed to have something nice or interesting to say whenever he did speak.” She said, her voice trembling slightly as she described the human. “He looked peaceful, like he was getting some much needed rest after pulling an all-nighter so I decided there was no harm in letting the janitor rest and made my way to my desk, swallowing down the last of my fish as I walked.” She said, making some of the listeners comment about how they’d ‘been there’ before.
“I sat down and settled in to the happy monotony of my job for a few hours till a loud scream grabbed my attention.” she said, making the eavesdroppers hush their whispering as they realized the story was about to get interesting. “I stood up and quickly located its source, the supervisor – a female Quith like myself – was standing by Frank’s desk screeching in terror. I ran over, like many of my co-workers, and joined the murmuring crowd that had gathered looking for answers.” She said, her voice trailing off to a whisper and making everyone lean in a bit closer. “Everyone at the front of the pack was strangely still and silent so I carefully pushed my way past them and instantly saw why. Frank was lying limply on the floor, his chair knocked over and that same peaceful smile on his face with the supervisor quietly sobbing in the corner of his cubicle.” she said, shuddering slightly as she remembered the scene.
“I reached out a hand and tentatively touched Frank… He was cold and lifeless. Frank was dead.” She said quietly, looking down at her hand as she did.
The crowd was dead silent, and when she stopped looking at her hand she looked around. “From the look on your faces I can tell that you want to know how he died. What could have possibly killed the unkillable, indomitable human? Well… He killed himself.” she said, making everyone express some form of either shock or disbelief.
She continued talking, raising her voice slightly to talk over the crowd. “He’d bought a pen of human ‘insulin’ under the guise of a family member needing it and injected the entire thing into himself. He was dead long before I found him at his desk.” She said, tipping back her mug till it was empty.
“What?” she asked, setting down the mug. “Oh sorry. Yeah I don’t blame you, I wanted to know why too. After all, it seemed too fantastic to be true. All the stories that have humans dying are all about them bravely sacrificing themselves, or fighting against a force they had no hope of beating and taking with them as many enemies as they could… But I guarantee you that for every one of those stories there’s one like mine. Especially on rim worlds…” she said, looking down at her mug and waiving over the bartender when she saw that it was empty.
Her order was interrupted by one of the more inebriated patrons slurring something about ‘fringe’ and ‘rim’. “What?” She asked, prompting him to repeat himself. “Oh no you’re not wrong, I did say that the planet we were on was a fringe world, not a rim world, the start of the rim was about a hundred light-years away at least. It’s relevant I promise, I’ll explain everything. Just give me a moment.” she said, slightly disgruntled as she finished giving the bartender her order and waited patiently for him to refill her mug.
She took a long pull from it before continuing her story. “Anyways, like I said I wanted to know what could have prompted Frank to do this, so I asked the only person I thought might know something. Dave, the other human that worked in the office.” She said, smiling as she recalled the man.
“Dave had a reputation as someone you can talk to about anything. Especially if you were looking for advice, as he had probably been through a lot worse.” She said, still smiling as she played with the murky brown foam on her beverage. “Dave grew up on an industrial world about fifty light-years away in what was then the middle of the rim. From what I heard it was pretty rough: union busting raids, monopolies, gangs. Typical rim world, lawless but profitable by any means necessary… at least, profitable for those on top anyways.” She said, swallowing dryly.
“His family worked together, saving up money in secret then stowing away on a transport headed core-ward, hopping from planet to planet as their money allowed it and working odd and factory jobs when it didn’t.” She said, sighing and sinking into her chair slightly. “Eventually, they ended up on the fringe, where things were much easier for them. Food was cheaper, work was more plentiful, and after a while, Dave and his siblings were able to get decent educations.”
As she described the human family pulling itself up by sheer will the other patrons smiled briefly before remembering what they had previously been talking about. “Long story short, he ended up working in the same office as Frank and I.” she said, obviously deep in some memory or another.
“Anyways, after giving him a week or two to mourn his fellow human, I approached him and asked what could have possibly prompted Frank to take his own life… I’ll never forget the response I got…” She said, a shiver running down her entire form. “Dave sat down and sighed loudly before saying ‘He didn’t have anything keeping him here anymore.’”
“I balked at that,” she said with a pained chuckle as a sullen silence settled over the now noticeably larger crowd. “I asked him what he meant by that. That the statement made no sense! After all, Frank was a human! What could possibly be so bad that a human decides to give up like one of… _us_…”
She shivered once more and opened her mouth for a moment, only to close it and bite her lip. “Dave didn’t like that… He got very angry and asked me what I knew about Frank’s living conditions…” she said, her gills flushing in shame, “I admitted that I didn’t know much and he told me that ever since Frank got on world, he’d been bouncing from job to job, city to city, living out of a large electric van that he put together from parts he had to steal from a scrapyard… He told me that Frank was barely eating enough to sustain himself, and that he had been sending most of his pay back to his family out on the rim so that they could join him here someday…” She explained, sighing into her mug and taking another large gulp.
“While that sounded difficult, it didn’t seem like something that would break a human; especially with their tendency towards modern nomadism… But there was one part of that story that stood out, so I asked: ‘Frank was sending money back to his family?’” She slumped forward slightly, resting her forehead on the table and taking a deep, shuddering breath. “Dave responded with two words… ‘Yes, was’” she said, once again forcing a hush on the crowd as they realized the implications.
“It turned out that Frank had not been as lucky as Dave… Frank’s family lived on a cartel world…” She explained, making a couple of people wince or hiss. “Exactly,” she said, sighing and slumping back into her chair, as if resigning herself to tell the rest of the story. “Frank’s family had been saving up much like Dave’s had… But before they could afford to get everyone smuggled off planet, Frank’s father was injured working in one of the factories. They had enough money to treat it, but without his income…” she began, but couldn’t seem to find the right words.
“In the end, they decided to send Frank off world to try and get a better job and secure a place for them to reunite eventually… That was the plan at least… Until the Federation decided to take apart the Cartel that is.” she said, the pained expression on her face finding itself on several of the crowd as well.
“His family took in a wounded soldier that got shot in the shanty town that they were living in during one of the early assaults.” she explained, staring deeply into her mug. “They saved the young soldier’s life, and gave her everything that they had on the workings of the cartel that they figured out after years of living on world… The fastest routes around town, known safe houses and floating casinos, collaborators, hidden shuttles… Information that the soldier took back to her commanders and would prove to be extremely useful in taking down the cartel…” she said, draining the last of her mug with a defeated sigh.
“They would have been hailed as heroes when the town was liberated… that is… if one of their neighbors didn’t see the soldier sneaking out once she was healed enough to walk.” She said, a distant anger visible behind the drunkenness in her eyes. “By the time the soldier came back with the rest of the army, Frank’s family had already been publicly executed.”
“The soldier,” she began, after a long pause of staring hatefully at her empty mug, “Showed up on planet the day before Frank killed himself.” She said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “She told Frank that his family saved her life. That they gave her the information they needed to keep any of the cartel from getting away. That they were heroes… And that they were dead.” She said, her voice dripping with sadness. “She told him that he should be proud of them. That they did the stories she’d heard of humanity justice… And that she was sorry for his loss…”
A hush fell over the crowd that nobody seemed to want to break as the Quith sat there staring sadly at her drink. “They were the only thing keeping Frank going… Day after day of going to bed hungry, and tired, and cold in a cramped vehicle that he put together with parts that he had to beg, borrow, and steal for… And the only thing that was keeping him together was the thought that with each day, each paycheck, he was getting closer and closer to bringing his family to him… And now they were dead…” she said, smiling sardonically and closing her eyes.
“You know the funny thing? Humans have this saying about themselves; more of an excuse really. They call it ‘only human.’” she said, smiling slightly. “‘Sorry, I made a mistake. I’m only human.’ they say, or ‘I can’t possibly do that, I’m only human after all.’ or maybe even ‘I need help. Please, I can’t do this on my own… I’m only human.’” she said, bringing a tear to many eyes capable of crying.
“The worst part is what Dave told me about how Frank saw the rest of us… Frank didn’t think that he could come to any of his colleagues with his problems. He didn’t think that they’d take him seriously. He’s human after all… What could possibly break a big, strong human in our eyes. What problems could they possibly have that we could relate to?” she asked, making looks of shame and discomfort spread through the crowd as everyone realized they’d thought that exact same thing at some point.
“Well take it from me that humans aren’t unbreakable… They’re the hardest to break species I’ve ever known, true juggernauts of willpower…” she said, smiling weakly. “But they still feel pain, they still feel depression… They’re still sapients just like you and me… They struggle along through life like the rest of us, clinging from one bit of hope to the next like the rest of us… and sometimes, they break like the rest of us.” she said, before smiling and taking a deep breath.
“So do the humans a favor. Don’t always assume that they’ll be fine or that they are always happy and healthy. It will go a long way for them to know that we care about them as much as they care about us.” She said, motioning the bartender over to pay her tab.
“You’re tab’s been taken care of,” the bartender said, nodding in the direction of a lone human, sitting at a table, raising a glass in her direction. His eyes were red, and his cheeks were wet with tears.
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Entitled guests yells at security for guarding money and not stopping to answer questions

So I am working as a security officer at a local casino while looking for work in my preferred field of I.T. and boy do I have some entitled stories from work. Today when I get to work our shift goes into a briefing like we do everyday and we get our assignments for the day. Today must have been my lucky day as I got one of the best assignments I get to roam around all day and respond to the cage needing access to the ticket redemption machines. If I'm not helping the cage I roam unless I am given a task from control.
We get our assignments and we hit the floor. Almost as soon as we hit the floor a task goes out to another officer to do an escort from one of the bars to the cage to turn in the cash from their register. I happened to be closer to that bar and I called the officer dispatched on my radio and told them to stand down I will pick up that escort, control copied and I head to the bar. Once I get to the bar I call surveillance on the radio and tell them I'm doing as escort from the bar to the cage, survalance copies and they are now watching us as we travel through the casino.
The location of this bar is in the farthest place in the casino from the cage so we have a decent walk. Now as a security escort once we call surveillance we cannot stop as we are guarding the currency our cashier is carrying, also since we are guarding the currency we have the authority to tell not ask people to move out of the way so we can get through (we rarely ever do such unless a walkway is crowded). So on an escort you walk at a brisk pace 45 degrees off to the side of the cashier that has the money and maybe a half step behind them. If anyone gets in the way we don't stop we will walk a different way or force our way through if absolutely necessary to protect the money and cashier. I hope you get the picture we don't stop once we begin moving for ANY reason.
So we are walking and about halfway there when a man sitting at a slot machine yells at the cashier asking her what the name of the coffee shop right behind us is and she didn't realise he was talking to her and she ignores him. I turn my head to answer his question while still walking by. The man then screams WILL YOU ACKNOWLEDGE ME!!!! and as I said before we don't stop for any reason. We continue to the cage and we say a few words about how rude he was and we reach the cage. I then call control and let them know I am clear of the escort. I begin to walk back to the man and I approach him and say.
Op=me Ej=entitled jerk
OP: I'm sorry sir I wanted to apologize for us not stopping as were unable to stop once we being doing an escort.
Ej: (cuts me off) you can't tell me that being rude and ignoring a guest is ok with the casino!?
Op: no sir it is not but per casino policy once security begins an escort we cannot stop.
Ej: (cuts me off again) I was a cop in big city 20 miles away for 25 years and never did I ever treat a citizen like you treated me!
Op: again sir I'm trying to apologize to you and explain why we couldn't stop and answer your initial question.
Ej: (cuts me off again) you can't tell me that being on a mission is more important than a guest!!
Op: (staying calm but getting frustrated) sir I'm sorry that you feel this way but I was guarding money and I can't stop.
Ej: tell me what casinos in our state have been robbed in the last 5 years?
Op: well the casino 5 miles down the road was just last year another reason we don't stop for any reason.
Ej: that's just a bingo hall it's not a casino!!
OP: sir that is a casino they have slots and bingo regardless if you want to acknowledge that my orders don't change and neither does policy.
Ej: show me the policy that says you can be rude to a guest and not talk to them!
Op: I'm really sorry we can't come to an agreement on this but if you would like to file a complaint you can at the security desk right behind us, also it appears my supervisors are right there as well, here is my name and badge number if you need it.
Ej: why bother I have done that already and nothing came of it!
OP: well I'm sorry we can't agree.
Ej: well we can agree to disagree.
Op: sure. Have a good evening and best of luck.
And I walk away. One of me leads was watching the whole encounter and observing how I dealt with the situation and approached me and asked if everything was alright afterwards. I said yea and quickly ran to my locker to put away some gloves I wasn't needing and returned to the gaming floor. I went to look for my lead and explain what had happened. Little did I know Ej went to complain about stubbing his toe!?!?! And employees being rude. My lead started laughing when I explained what actually happened and said were all good.
More to the story. So after the cashier and I blew by EJ another guard heard him get upset and tried to answer his question but he just yelled at the other guard. Also less than 10 feet from where EJ was sitting were 2 other guards who could have answered his question if he had asked and even better yet less than 30 feet away was the coffee shop he wanted to know the name of. While I have come to like my job I encounter a lot of entitled people and this one was one of my favorites.
Yes I know you are holding a lot of money but stop and answer my question...hey talk to me...hey!!!!
Yea no sorry not how it works buddy.
Side note. If we had stopped we could have been written up or fired on the spot for not following cash handling procedure and casino policy. Just incase anyone is on EJs side.
Another side note. 99% of casino guests know when security is doing something and to give them space as we are only focused on our task and we ask people to watch out for us politely unless they don't move then we tell them to move and the only times we do this is when moving money to or from point a to point b or urgently responding to an incident. 99% of the time you see security we are just making a presence and not on a task.
I am by nature a kind person I dont like being rude and is the reason I went back to talk to the EJ to try to clarify. I also know my job well enough to know that I wouldn't be in any trouble for not stopping to answer his question no matter how pissed off he was at us.
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Working at Home time enjoyable, but not so effective

Today i saw a dude crouch running hastily through the casino floor, when he went past the table i was playing at, i asked him, "Mate what are you doing." he looks at me and said, "that's my manager with his wife over there, i spoke to him an hour ago, he think I've been home all morning doing a report." He giggles and continued to crouch along.
I think to myself, "he should have had a better relationship with his supervisors. I looked up back to my Team leader sitting next to me, we both tapped our phones to make sure our MS teams says "active" then we both placed our next bets. :)
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Hello. I have an in person interview for shift manager this week. Just had a few questions.

A little about me first. I have never worked in a fast food setting. My food experience comes from line cooking in restaurants. My supervisomanagement experience comes from 5 years as a blackjack dealesupervisor followed by 2 years as the poker room manager at my local casino. I did actually manage a kitchen about 12 years ago at my first job.
I'm also a very quick learner, I anticipate taking no more than 2 or 3 days to have everything down. As an example blackjack class to be a dealer is 80 hours unpaid training with an audition with management at the end. 80 hours is mandatory, but after 4 days my instructor said if she could she would audition me right then. I had never even stepped inside a casino before that. My second day on the floor they put me on the highest stakes table, and after about 5 minutes the two players asked me where I dealt before. I said nowhere. They didn't believe me, called my supervisor over and asked her, she said the same, they each tipped me 100 bucks they were so impressed. After 2 years they made me the blackjack class instructor I did that for 3 years. So anyway.
Sorry that was more than necessary oh well. Okay so knowing I'm walking into a management type role as an outside hire there will be some hostility toward me from whoever applied from inside. That's natural I can deal with that. I was more curious about what my role will entail, as I noticed there are at least two steps above me. On the phone he said on the busy summer normal no virus days, there could be up to 40 employees to oversee. Like, how much of my job is directing employee traffic as it were, and like what do the two above me do? Am I basically a glorified front line worker, doing the work with everyone else but the one who is in charge? Is it more of an office type role? Also, for now the owner of this particular culver's, even though my state gave the go ahead for in person dining months ago, chose to keep it drive thru only. I like that. Shows he cares about his staff. I believe he's the only place out of about 20 or so in the nearby area who chose this. The rest opened their doors. One last question, I know this is just situational, but how often do advancememt opportunities arise? Like for assistant manager and gm. Any experience with that from you guys? Alrighty you all have a great day now!
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My first straight flush

I was playing 1/2 No Limit Hold’em at my favorite casino when I get dealt 9❤️7❤️ in early position. I make it $15 to go, and that gets two calls. We’re three ways to a flop of 8❤️6❤️5❤️. I place a continuation bet of $20. Apparently I sized too big because both opponents fold. I show the flopped straight flush. Normally, the hand would have to get all the way to showdown to be eligible for a high hand payoff, but the floor supervisor made an exception. They collect my ID, and prepare the paperwork.
Two hours later, I get the good news that my 9-high straight flush held up for a payoff of $428. That was awesome!
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This is actually from a few years ago, but I just remembered it and it made me laugh, so I wanted to share.
I worked for a few years part-time in Reservations for a large casino and resort. We were frequently short-staffed on any given day, leaving us deep in queue and some pissed off customers once we got to them. It was very draining, and we had LOTS of turnover.
3-4 supervisors were present during each shift, in the middle of the room, while the workers surrounded the edges. During the day we'd make trips up to their mid-floor open "office" to hand in forms, sign things, etc. They almost never jumped on the lines to help with the queue, though. Somehow too busy to help.
One day, we are about 25 deep in queue, and I go up to have them sign something. The supervisor does not see me approach, and I notice she is online shopping for shoes or something. She attempts to quickly change the window but it was too late.
Keep in mind, the supervisors could use the internet freely, but we workers were not allowed to use the internet at all, even during slow times. I decide that it's some bull- to avoid helping with the queue, to online shop on the company clock, and all the time, to do something that workers were not even allowed to do. So I figured out how to keep them all busy, permanently.
We had these things called "Profile Merge" slips. Basically, when a customer would call in to make a reservation, you should check our customer database to see if they've stayed before. By name, by Player's number, etc., but many would not do this (or would not do it correctly). Therefore, you'd end up having half a dozen profiles for the same actual customer.
When we encountered these during our normal duties, we were supposed to fill out Profile Merge slips, with the person's name, Players#, and the various Profile #s they had, and highlighting what you believed to be the correct Profile# (if you thought that there was one).
These were turned into the supervisors, for them to correct within the database in their spare time, as we workers did not have the ability/authority to actually make these edits/corrections within the database. You might normally turn one, two of these Profile Merge slips in each week.
I decided to do these with every spare second I had, since we couldn't do much else. I systematically began going through the entire customer database (at least 20,000 profiles), beginning with last names with the letter "A". I easily made dozens of these Profile Merge slips each shift. My record was 104 in one shift. Each of these Profile Merges probably took 20 minutes each for the supervisor to review and implement the changes.
Sometimes they'd come back to me with "not sufficient info for Merge"; I didn't care, I knew this and I'd submit them anyways. Not my job (nor did I have the database authority) to figure out which one was actually correct, if any. As you might guess, this cut into their spare time free-for-all.
So I do this for about three months, and they are so backed up now. Each day, I'm getting the approved and denied Profile Merge slips in my inbox, for ones that I had submitted several weeks ago. As time passes, they get more and more behind. Here's the best part -- we suddenly are given a policy change. We can now all use the internet on our spare time! Great!
I know this was purposefully directed towards how I was using my spare time, as it was never even a sincere thought before this to allow us unfettered internet access. Basically, they'd finally be allowing us the same rights they had, in an attempt to give me something preferable to do with my time instead of Profile Merge slips.
Nope. I still kept at it, though I did poke around Reddit here and there :) I never stopped submitting those bad boys every chance I got. By the time I put my two weeks resignation in, they were 3 months behind in Profile Merge slips. It took months just to get through one letter of the alphabet. I had only gotten to the letter "H."
I left that place so happy, knowing that workers finally got to use the internet, because the bosses didn't like doing extra work, and instead, they essentially lost their own ability to use their spare time on the web. Shouldn't have been online shopping while we were in the queue...
Edit: Not every supervisor was a jerk. There were many days when I actually liked all the supervisors on my shift and who were coming into the next shift, so I wouldn't turn my Profile Merge slips in that day. I think everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief when I didn't turn anything in.
But there was one in particular boss, Lipstick on a Pig, who was just a straight b-. Previously, as a worker, she would routinely hit the "skip" button on her phone to avoid taking her turn for a call, and it would pass on to the next poor soul. We were almost never supposed to skip calls, but not only did she do it routinely and openly, she got a promotion to supervisor.
You can then imagine what she was like with an ounce of authority. So, I'd save up my Profile Merge slips for a few days, and as soon as Lipstick on a Pig came in for a shift that I worked, I'd personally hand her my amassed 100-200 Profile Merge slips, with my best smile.
"Here ya go! Made some more today! Forgot to turn them in yesterday, too. Oops!" That was the BEST PART.
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She didn’t want me to serve her...

Sorry I’m on mobile. I’m a cocktail server in a casino for reference. Let us begin the story by setting up our cast.
Me: me... K: our Karen GOF: group of friends FS: floor supervisor MA: manager
So the other day my coworker had to call out for an emergency, no problem it happens. I ended up taking over her section. Currently we don’t have any open bars we only have service wells and we have a limited selection of drinks from them. If we have to get specific drinks for anyone we need to get a printed comp for it which obviously takes time and then we can go to a different location to pick it up. This means any time I have to get a guest something special we have to walk across the casino, find a slot manager to get the comp, then walk back to the other side of the casino and get the drink in particular. It’s definitely annoying and time consuming but we have to deal with it. I like to tell people the process so they understand why it takes so long to get their drinks. Most people appreciate this. K was in high limit which basically means you can get whatever you like. She’s the only one gambling and her GOF weren’t playing but whatever they’re in high limit it’s cool. GOF all order shots and K orders a casamigo anejo skinny margarita. I warn her that I have to get a comp and it will take time. (I’m just letting her know so she won’t get mad if it takes a while, it’s 3am so we’re more limited than swing shift is too) K immediately gets angry screaming at me that she can see the bottle (there was a bottle in the high limit bar but that bar is closed, we have to do inventory on each bar separately and so I can’t ring up her drink there I have to go somewhere else plus I still need the comp.) and that she’s been playing $20,000 a hand (she was playing $200...) I smiled and took it and did what I could, got her drink and her GOF their shots, MA got my casamigo anejo and my comp for it taken care of, I bring them all the drinks, GOF tip me $5. Cool. Drop off K’s drink, and continue taking orders for the rest of my guests. FS comes to find me not long after, apparently K doesn’t like her drink and may need a new one. I go to K to ask her what was wrong with her drink and offer her a replacement and she whips around and screams at me “YOU BROUGHT ME A BULLSHIT DRINK, FUCK YOU! I DONT WANT YOU SERVING ME ANYMORE!” I just look at her and respond “ok” and walk away. Like what more can I do at that point? I served her GOF another round but I ignored K the rest of the night. At one point I noticed she looked like she wanted to order but after that interaction I was not about to serve her again I mean she told me not to. I heard her complain to the blackjack dealer that she couldn’t get a drink and he even told her “you told her not to serve you, so she’s not..” K went to her hotel room not long after. As I was leaving work early (honestly she was so mean I cried in the back service well, I don’t cry easy) I was talking to other coworkers in different departments and EVERYONE knew exactly who she was and hated her too. She apparently has a reputation for being an angry Karen. I was glad I wasn’t alone. My coworkers are the best, none of us deserve that bs. Stay thirsty Karen.
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I hate what I've done and the person I became because of my ex-wife (and other stuff, too). [long post]

I (31m) was married (still am, but divorce isn't final yet) for 3.5 years to a complete whirlwind of a human being (39f). It's the single greatest mistake I've ever made. We have a son which I wouldn't trade for anything, but the lows of the last few years nearly outweigh the highs. I was at a really low point in my life in a same-sex relationship with someone I wasn't really into when this beautiful, dangerous, quixotic woman appears with all this zest and charisma and idealism and I was instantly hooked. I dumped my boyfriend, we got together for real a few months later and we were married a few months after that.
She would drink like a fish and casually do meth in front of me, but I didn't care. All the warning signs in the world couldn't sway me. Her erratic behavior should have given me pause, but I had already managed to convince myself that she just needed someone to properly love her and care for her and that would help bring her peace. I was a goddamned fool.
We moved to the middle of Montana, away from all the family I knew, and we had our son. She didn't drink or use meth during the pregnancy at all, but started drinking again soon after. Sometimes I would come home from work and find her face down on the floor nearly passed out at 5pm. Once she had to be hospitalized because she had been drinking on the clock as a bartender.
She could also be a really anxious person and she had to be in control. Rarely was anything I had done for her good enough, and she let me know it. She would always tell me that I never did enough and that everything was on her shoulders, and that I wasn't really a man, that I was a pussy/faggot/niggewhatever other bullshit she could throw at me, usually when she was drunk, which was usually.
It started with her throwing things at me, things like TV remotes. Then she tried to gouge my eyes out with her thumbs and some time after that, she punched me in the face multiple times while I was holding our son. At this point she was working as a supervisor at a restaurant that had newly opened in town and I was a stay at home dad. After a couple months of this, she couldn't hack it so she quit her job and I still didn't have one, so we moved back to where we had lived before, to at least have some support from my family.
I got a job as a waiter at a casino and she would work events for a catering company. I'd worked at this casino before we moved the first time and had some really good friendships with some moderately attractive female co-workers at the time. I saw two of them without my wife knowing. Nothing happened, though I wouldn't have minded. As it happened, it was pretty awkward in both cases and my wife found out later and that caused a lot of problems. The drinking and violence continued. One time she kicked me in the face while I was in bed with our son. Eventually we reached what I'd call an unsteady peace.
The year was 2019. I got kicked in the face, slapped, and sucker punched in the eye. Different occasions. Once in either November or December I called the police on her and she was taken away, but I didn't press charges. I picked her up the morning after. There were good times somewhere in there, but it becomes harder to remember exactly what or when.
January of 2020 came around, and there was a new co-worker I'd met, a supervisor of another department, probably the most stunning woman I'd ever seen in my entire life. She was friendly to me and we would talk a little whenever I'd see her. I never shared with her that I was married. I knew she liked to drink in the bar downstairs after work, so I started to drink there in the hope that I'd see her. Eventually it worked, she waved me over and we talked the first time for a good 30 minutes. In the week after I'd become completely consumed with the thought of this other woman and was starting to be more distant with my wife. She could tell something was going on. At one point in that week, she asked me if I was interested in someone else, repeatedly and insistently and I finally caved and said there was. I foolishly told her the other woman's name.
Nothing came of it that night, but that weekend I met the other woman at the bar again, this time for close to three hours. We had all this stuff in common and there was all this chemistry. At close to three hours, my wife knew what I was up to and called me an Uber. When I got home, she sent a message to the other woman on facebook and blew up everything. Honestly, despite everything else, it was incredibly justified. Looking back, I hate that I did any of that. In the moment though, there was no fairness to any of it. I sent a message to the other woman, but the damage was already done. That night, I just kept drinking to the point that I was a blacked out mess of a man, stumbling around and screaming. I broke our TV and our son's bed. My wife called my father to come over and collect me and I stayed the night at my parents' house.
Work the next day was exceedingly awkward, as was any day that followed when the other woman was nearby. In the week after that all went down, I was convinced that I was done with my wife. She stayed at an Airbnb for a bit but ultimately we "reconciled". She could be very persuasive. Of course she still continued to drink.
In early March, after a night of drinking she punched me in the eye out of nowhere. It was a good one. So good that she was actually concerned and came to me to see if I was okay. I lost it. I'd had enough. I punched her in the stomach and she went down immediately. I berated her then as we made our way into the living room. I punched her stomach again and kicked her literal ass really hard. The fighting eventually defused as we slept in different spaces. The next morning somehow we were both willing to act like it hadn't happened. I was in a state of shock that I had done anything like that. Never before in my life. I did it, but I feel that I'd never have done anything like that if not for her and I hate that I did.
Covid-19 of course really took off in mid March and we both lost our jobs. Facing the real possibility of eviction, my ex-wife's parents offered to let us stay with them across the country in N. Carolina. My parents didn't have the space for all of us, so we left in early April. With the added pressure of living with her parents, I thought she might do better somehow. For a short time I was right, but then it started all over again. In late May, she had at least five 9.something % beers in less than an hour and started in with her shit again. Starts with the punching and hair pulling, trying to goad me into a reaction. She was trying to start a fight with me to make it look like I'd started it in her parents' house. Then she started threatening our son, which she had never done before. I grabbed my son and went on a drive and made the decision to get the fuck out.
We escaped in early June under all of their noses. My ex-wife was at work. My parents bought my son and I plane tickets back to where we lived before. She took it surprisingly well. She held out hope for a little while that we could reconcile, but that eventually faded. She started to work on herself. Started seeing a therapist and stopped drinking. She's been sober since mid June. I was taking care of our son alone since then and as much as I love him, indeed he's the person I love most on this whole planet, he has a speech delay and he is really fucking hard. Starting in July I began to work on myself too. Since then I lost 15 pounds and began regularly working out, finally got my driver's license and a pretty decent used car shortly after, found a job I like at a big, nationwide liquor store.
After a while it seemed my ex-wife was doing much better and she wanted our son to live with her. At first I was resistant, but I honestly needed the break. In the first few years of his life, I was often more of a parent to him than she was. And N. Carolina is cheaper than where I am now. And I couldn't keep him from her forever. So at the start of October I flew out there with him and it was immediately clear that she had actually changed. No anxiety, no yelling, no guilt or shame, no fighting. She was actually calm and positive for once. I stayed for a few days to ease the transition and make sure everything was okay. It still seems like they're doing well.
I came back October 5th. The next day after work we were having a going-away get-together for a coworker at a bar and there was a girl there that I'd sort of gotten the sense that she liked me. We ended up slow dancing together that night. She buried her face in my chest and I held her close. After the last three years, that moment felt like everything to me. In the week after that, we started interacting at work more often and I couldn't get her out of my head. She's a totally driven go-getter, sharp as a tack, social butterfly, competitive, logical yet impulsive. My complete opposite. Eventually I got her number through Instagram and we started chatting and eventually I asked her on a date. I wasn't even sure if I could be ready for this, but I couldn't live with that regret. We finally went out for food and drinks and it was the best date I'd ever been on in my entire life. Conversation flowed, despite being nearly opposite we had a lot in common, amazing chemistry. After dinner we went to a nearby bar for more drinks and stayed out for at least two more hours. I drove her back to her car and we just sat and talked some more. As she finally went to her car I got out with her and we kissed, just really passionately.
The next night after work she invited me over for a drink at her place after I'd failed to make myself a good gin and tonic at home. Said she could make me a better one. I went and we drank (her gin and tonic was definitely much better than mine) and we talked for a while lying on her bed, inching closer and closer to each other the whole time. Finally we started to kiss, everything started to come off and we had long, heavy and passionate sex there for probably around an hour. Over the next several days at work things are nice. She leans into me which feels in the moment like everything I've ever needed and more, she gives me these light caresses as she passes.
The day before yesterday we went on our second date, which was very nearly just as good as the first. There are these small moments when I'm with her, the way she'll say something or an expression she'll make, when everything else fades and I just feel a really deep liking for her. I'm not in love, but I felt I could get there in time. Later that night we went back to her place and had sex again. Afterwards as we laid in each other's arms, she asked me what I want from her. I was taken aback, but after thinking a moment and as honestly as I could answer, I told her that I really liked her and wanted a real relationship with her. She asked if it'd be horrible if she wanted something else. She told me then that she liked me too, but didn't want an actual relationship after having recently gotten out of a relationship that had been a huge part of her life for the past few years. That it's her time to be selfish. She asked me if I can live with that kind of ambiguity. I told her I could, but in the time since I haven't been sure. It didn't feel like there was any finality in that moment, but maybe I just didn't see it. At the end of that night we still made out before I left and it was still just as good, but on the way home I wasn't quite sure what had happened.
She's about to go on vacation with her family tomorrow for several days. Yesterday at work I asked her if she'd like to go on another date when she gets back and she said yes without any hesitation. She told me she'd text me. I've hardly heard a thing from her today. When we talked before, on our dates and at other times, we touched on all these things we should do together. We should watch this, or go do that, or make each other really good grilled cheeses (it's a slight matter of contention who makes a better grilled cheese). It wasn't just one person saying these things, it was both of us...
I don't know if I can handle this.
I drink much more now and have a far shorter fuse. I try to be considerate and noble and good, but it's harder now. I'm prone to more depressive spells. Bitterness subtly sneaks into my thoughts. I clutch my steering wheel with quiet desperation when I drive. Sometimes I would give everything to just scream, but I know I can't. I have to get a fucking grip.
I've started seeing a therapist over video chat. My second session is next week. Maybe it'll help, but I don't know that I'll get what I need. I need to be more assertive and more resilient. I need to properly come to terms with what happened to me and what I've done. I'm so fragile right now, but I'm gonna to get better, even if I can't see the path from here. The world isn't gonna beat me down. I know now that I want to find someone I love who loves me the way I deserve to be loved. I've done some bad things, but I know that I'm good enough to deserve... something. Maybe it'll be this girl eventually (I still can't get her out of my mind), maybe it's someone else. Maybe it can only be me.
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[DREAD] I adapted/wrote and ran an adventure called “HORRORSTÖR” about an IKEA of Doom

Hey everyone!
Last fall, I ran a session of DREAD at a con with an adventure that I adapted from “Horrorstör”, a novel by Grady Hendrix. Since the session went well, I thought I’d share my prep for others – both as inspiration as well as to get some additional feedback/new ideas if you got any. There’s also some music at the end. Sorry if I missed some typos etc. in the write-up.
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ADVENTURE TL;DR
Employees of a large-scale furniture store get hunted down by Cronenbergian abominations because Corporate wants to increase quarterly profits.
MAIN THEMES
Entrapment, Hopelessness, Annihilation of the Self, Fear of (Social) Decline, Assimilation
SETTING INFO & PLOT
“Horrorstör” takes place in a store called ORSK (basically a knock-off IKEA). It’s set in 2009 in an American flyover state, right after the first big shockwave of the last financial crisis. Characters are tasked with finding out the causes of nightly vandalism, only to uncover they’re trapped in the store with something more sinister.
THE STORE
THREATS
QUESTIONNAIRES
I’ve made the player questionnaires look like job application forms for ORSK.
As it was a con game for a max of 5 players, I kept it short – 12 questions each.
I started off with setting questions (“Why do you wanna work here? ; “What’s your favorite ORSK piece of furniture” ; “How would you describe your work ethos?”), then ventured into background questions (“You’re overqualified for this job. Why do you still need it?” ; “What made you leave your hometown so abruptly?” ; “A part of the store lets you shudder. Which one, and why?”), turned the screw towards the personal (“Why wasn’t your mother proud of you?” ; “Why can’t you let others see the real you?”), and finally cranked up the unease towards Corporate and the feeling of entrapment (“Why is true that a person’s worth is based on their efficiency?” ; “If a person is dependent on their job, wouldn’t they be well to follow Corporate’s orders?”).
At the end, players should feel their character’s inability to just up and quit – either because there are no better jobs available, or because the neatness of ORSK provides a security blanket for their neurosis or what have you.
NPCs
ADVENTURE STRUCTURE
Part I
After a mysterious shipment of new prototype furniture is delivered, the store suffers from weird acts of nightly vandalisms. Players are tasked with spending an extra night shift to get to the bottom of it.
In this part, GMs should introduce characters and a general sense of unease towards Corporate. Mention slogans that seem both cheery and ominous at the same time (“ORSK: A home, forever!” ; (“ORSK partners: Our most valuable resource” etc.), “Employees of the Month” that you’ve never seen in the store (they’re either been “promoted” or switched stores) and that despite the spotless façade, your ORSK is in dire need of some repairs. It should also become apparent that ORSK is cutting costs by firing the cleaning and security staff.
Of course, the mysterious shipment are DRÖN compartments. After they’ve been put in the basement, this part of the store will become off-limits for employees due to a “leak”. Mention a rotting, electrical stench emanating from behind the doors.
Part II
The store shuts down for a national holiday – which means there’s no shoppers or staff coming for a few days. Perfect time to hunt for vandals. Characters get more than what they’ve bargained for.
Use the first section of this part to (further) develop a sense of camaraderie between characters and introduce the red herring. Generate a feeling of paranoia and uncanniness. Whereas the ORSK is well-lit and pleasant during the day, at night the scenery – with the lights off and no white noise playing – plays with and confuses your senses.
When players have encountered the red herring and are ready to call it in, guide them towards the store manager’s office. Shortly before they reach it, have the Drön show up first and claim Basil and additional victims, if applicable. End this part of the adventure with players discovering a case file for “Projekt Drön”.
Part III
After discovering the “Projekt Drön” video, characters need to find Basil (or what’s left of him) so they can get the Override switch and escape the ORSK. To do so, they have to cross the floors of ORSK that the Drön have turned into death traps, get into the basement and survive long enough to make it to the exit.
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DID YOU USE PROPS? Yeah. As I’ve mentioned, the questionnaires looked like job applications; I’ve photoshopped and printed out an actual IKEA Store map. The original “Horrorstör” novel also provides some nifty and appropriately creepy furniture artwork. A quick Google Image search will help you out.
WHAT CHANGES DID YOU MAKE FROM THE ORIGINAL NOVEL? The threat, mainly. The original book is basically a>! fun take on the "haunted house" trope!<, I thought I'd play up the callousness of Corporate and invented new villains to match my intent.
SO WAIT, IS THE TRUE VILLAIN CAPITALISM? Whatever gave you that idea?
IS THERE A SPOTIFY PLAYLIST? You bet your ORSK there is!
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