Vegas Jobs
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peterbirksOne of the few advantages of being on your own in Vegas is that you are spared the continuous verbal assaults from sales staff here, there, and everywhere. Just walking from my room to the Bellagio I pass at least five "regular" sales groups; two of them actually within the casinos.
The patter is roughly along the lines of "Would you like some free money?" or "where ya headed?" or "Where ya from?" or (if the man or woman is wearing an item of clothing that identifies their origin) something like "Hey, Michigan!"
How many sales do these people make? Obviously the lower ticket-item sales (trips to the Hoover Dam and Grand Canyon) sell more than the higher-budget items (timeshare presentations), but what throughput do these people's bosses require? And how do the sales patterers keep it up, hour after hour, day after day, as people just walk past them?
I assume that they just see it as a job, that the "mark" is not a human being, but a "prospect", and that a rejection counts as for nothing in the personal relationship stakes. There's no way you could carry on otherwise. But the relentless optimism, even from guys in their fifties, is amazing. Man, it must wear you down.
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I only left the room for about an hour since the last post, to try to get a decent photo of the sunset from the Excalibur/New York New York bridge. I wasn't particularly happy with it (perhaps the one last Friday was a genuine rarity - damn).
I seriously considered a trip to the Bellagio to play some $15-$30, which is at least at a level where a win or a loss could have some impact on me (such as, changing the amount I will spend on stuff on the vacation). But I didn't do it. Wimped out again.
I pottered about for a couple of hours on Photoshop, and then made myself get some sleep and go back to sleep when I woke up (at 11pm, 2am, 5am).
Today was an allocated "shopping day", although I stll really don't feel like leaving the room. This makes it rather hard to generate an interesting post. I've still got absolutely no confidence, which is a serious doomer when it comes to sitting down at the limt table. This feeling gradually fades and it may have gone away suficiently by this evening (it's 8am here at the moment). Thursday is often a tough day anyway. I may try another poker room "just for a change" under the pretext of collecting the poker chips.
The patter is roughly along the lines of "Would you like some free money?" or "where ya headed?" or "Where ya from?" or (if the man or woman is wearing an item of clothing that identifies their origin) something like "Hey, Michigan!"
How many sales do these people make? Obviously the lower ticket-item sales (trips to the Hoover Dam and Grand Canyon) sell more than the higher-budget items (timeshare presentations), but what throughput do these people's bosses require? And how do the sales patterers keep it up, hour after hour, day after day, as people just walk past them?
I assume that they just see it as a job, that the "mark" is not a human being, but a "prospect", and that a rejection counts as for nothing in the personal relationship stakes. There's no way you could carry on otherwise. But the relentless optimism, even from guys in their fifties, is amazing. Man, it must wear you down.
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I only left the room for about an hour since the last post, to try to get a decent photo of the sunset from the Excalibur/New York New York bridge. I wasn't particularly happy with it (perhaps the one last Friday was a genuine rarity - damn).
I seriously considered a trip to the Bellagio to play some $15-$30, which is at least at a level where a win or a loss could have some impact on me (such as, changing the amount I will spend on stuff on the vacation). But I didn't do it. Wimped out again.
I pottered about for a couple of hours on Photoshop, and then made myself get some sleep and go back to sleep when I woke up (at 11pm, 2am, 5am).
Today was an allocated "shopping day", although I stll really don't feel like leaving the room. This makes it rather hard to generate an interesting post. I've still got absolutely no confidence, which is a serious doomer when it comes to sitting down at the limt table. This feeling gradually fades and it may have gone away suficiently by this evening (it's 8am here at the moment). Thursday is often a tough day anyway. I may try another poker room "just for a change" under the pretext of collecting the poker chips.
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Date: 2007-03-30 05:24 am (UTC)Touting
Date: 2007-03-30 08:30 am (UTC)We did get hit on relentlessly by the prostitute card dealers who are obviously paid to get rid of as many cards as possible, irrespective of the target. I mean I'm as much a fan of Busty Stacy as the next bloke but it's not really a lead I'm following up on when accompanied by wife and teenaged daughters is it? They'd happily hand the cards to Steph or Nicki too - peculiar.
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Date: 2007-03-30 01:19 pm (UTC)