Saturday today. I always found Saturday a hard day at work. Not because my jobs particularly taxing, the complete opposite in fact. I get in just before 1, then settle down in front of the TV with my weekly chippy dinner. The only customer I get during the day joins me, so it’s easy to manage the bar. Then by about half 1, with no sign of any actual work to be done, I’ll start getting itchy fingers. I used to tell myself, just go a tenner. But when it’s a pound a go, a tenners not lasting much more than a minute or two. Inevitably once I lose that I’d set on the path to chasing. Everyone knows chasing a machine is how they make their money. Chances are, once you get past £100, your never making that back again. Reminds me of a few Saurdays back. I came in to a message left for me by a fellow gambler at work. The message was simply, I’ve put a fortune in the 20p bandit and it’s definitely ready to go. It only takes a few quid to realise when a machine is ready to pay out and indeed it was. Only problem is, although it’s full and ready to pay out, that doesn’t nececerrely mean it has to do it right away. It can take £2, it can take £200. So there I was, half past 12, ‘working’. So I’m running back and forth between the bar and the bandit as people are wanting to be served. It took me nearly 3 hours and £220 to finally drop the £250… Five minutes later I put the £30 in the other £1 bandit and lost it straight away. Completely wasted day. The life and times of a CG.
