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May. 1st, 2003 04:19 amThere are hardly enough hours in the day for me to play my piano as much as I'd like (Ha ha! It's already "my piano"...as any one that's within my playing capability becomes.) Anyway, I'm sure the novelty will wear off a bit and it'll all even out eventually, it's just right now I wish I could stop time while I play so I could go on as long as I want undisturbed.
A lady died while I was at work last night. They kept paging and paging "Will the family of Alice Combs please come to the security desk immediately?" And I had a perfect view of the security desk at that point but never saw anyone come up. I mean it's so sad and pathetic to die at a casino, but it seems even worse to die alone at a casino! Well apparently some family or friends or something eventually showed up. Matt, the guy I was working with said he was coming back from break and saw on of the guards carrying a bag of what she must have collected at that point back to some people. Yup, go pawn off the dead lady's winnings so at least you can make a profit off her death!
I find nothing sad about the fact that people die while I'm working. I find it sad that the last thing you wanted to do before dying is throw your money into some machine. But whatever makes you happy...
Hmm...I'm hearing yelling and banging against the walls. I think one of the "bosom buddies" next door is currently a victim of domestic abuse. Either that or Oh Shit Jared and his girlfriend, judging by the looks of them it'd be the girlfriend that's more likely the abuser than the abused.
piano! piano! piano! :)
A lady died while I was at work last night. They kept paging and paging "Will the family of Alice Combs please come to the security desk immediately?" And I had a perfect view of the security desk at that point but never saw anyone come up. I mean it's so sad and pathetic to die at a casino, but it seems even worse to die alone at a casino! Well apparently some family or friends or something eventually showed up. Matt, the guy I was working with said he was coming back from break and saw on of the guards carrying a bag of what she must have collected at that point back to some people. Yup, go pawn off the dead lady's winnings so at least you can make a profit off her death!
I find nothing sad about the fact that people die while I'm working. I find it sad that the last thing you wanted to do before dying is throw your money into some machine. But whatever makes you happy...
Hmm...I'm hearing yelling and banging against the walls. I think one of the "bosom buddies" next door is currently a victim of domestic abuse. Either that or Oh Shit Jared and his girlfriend, judging by the looks of them it'd be the girlfriend that's more likely the abuser than the abused.
piano! piano! piano! :)
