I have nearly finished reading ʻThe Diary of a Young Girlʻ the diary of Anne Frank. For those of you who have not read it, I highly recommend. About a girl from Germany hiding in war time Holland from the gestapo, itʻs very intriguing to live as the people in hiding would have lived. It has inspired me to start my own diary.
Itʻs taken me five years of working in a casino to be told “you still do not have a clue about ʻpace of gameʻ”. I have come to the assumption that in this industry you either have the skill or you donʻt, I donʻt believe it is something that can be taught because the only time you are criticised is when you make a mistake and this is a terrible teacher (maybe I have only ever made mistakes and never been a good dealer).
I so want to leave this career right now, itʻs not really a career if you havenʻt been promoted after five years though, is it?
I hate living in Plymouth, itʻs very depressing and difficult to escape.
I once used to pack all my stuff and leave for a new town with a fresh start and only the clothes on my back “this is to be my new place of living” I would tell myself, some places were more successful than others, I have never felt the need to do that more than I do now. I have felt it for two years.
My neighbour is a criminal, he has friends in jail and was avoiding somebody who was looking for the owner of the car he drives who was a Lee Chown, but my neighbours name is Roger Evangelista….??!?!?
I think Ive bored you enough with my first entry.
P.S. Ive found this text but forget where it came from, it just about sums up my workplace.
“Then there are those who work hard and don't receive the gratitude they feel they deserve from their bosses. They go to work everyday, work hard, and don't feel they are rewarded properly. Raises aren't forthcoming, and promotions aren't either. People who seem to work less, but have more political clout, seem to do better. Sounds frustrating to me.”
