I applied to Harrah's in North Kansas City, Missouri to be a slot host. That was back in the days when you had to use special coins to play the slot machines. It was my job to carry the casino's "money" and make change for the guests. There was intensive training for the job and a lot of rules. I specifically remember only being able to carry a see-through pouch into the building.
The uniform was hideous. Black polyester pants, a white collar-less dress shirt, this harlequin vest and a fantastic change belt. Which I might add that once loaded with "change" weighed a million pounds. I blame the change belt for my massive hips. I can't find any photos of me in the uniform which is probably best.
|My lovely vest.|
But to every coin there are two sides. I have so many stories about the sad people at the casino. The people there, every day, positive they are going to hit the big one...even though they can only afford the penny slots.
I once had a guest that was playing on quarter slot machines. She hit a jackpot and was so excited by the amount she won that she fell backward on her seat and hit her head on the machine behind her. She was okay, but her math was bad. She thought she won $1,000, but she won 1,000 quarters. Quite a difference and not really worth stitches.
My friend once waited on someone that had the same attitude in the penny slots. She kept asking my friend to hold her machine for her so she could go to the bathroom. She was just "sure" it was going to hit and she didn't want to leave the machine that she had put so much money in to. We were not allowed to hold machines, after all, they are completely random, so my friend said no. An hour later the same lady had her call light on. My friend returned only to find that the women had wet herself rather than leave her penny slot machine.
What a great job! If nothing else I have a lot of great stories. ;)