Roll the dice, don't think twice.

What are you guys doing this Friday? Probably something fun, right?
Not me, friends. It's time to roll up my sleeves and do my one good deed for the year. That's right... I'm working an evening at the charity casino for my office.

Perhaps 'working' is not the right word, 'babysitting' would probably be more appropriate. I'll be supervising a group of volunteers, most of which should probably not be trusted with wooden nickels, let alone thousands and thousands of dollars. I will be checking pockets at the end of the night.

There is nothing that depresses me more than casinos. They're full of people that took the whole 'gotta spend money to make money' concept, and ran down the block and out the door with it. Casino dwellers are pale and wear a lot of elastic-waist pants. They reek of stale coffee and desperation, and most gave up on themselves in the early 80's. There's something about them that makes me feel a little ill, and I'm really unsure of how I'm going to handle a ten-hour shift of supervising a group of kleptomaniacs and nymphomaniacs, with a bunch of gambling addicts surrounding me.

I have a tough time understanding gambling addictions. How can someone become addicted to losing money? I suppose the combination of lack of sunlight, the constant inhalation of brown, smoky air that flows from the filthy green carpets to the greasy mirrored ceilings, and the lack of nutrition from an all-buffet diet could wear just about anyone down into a slot-monkey. Actually, I still don't get it.

Wish me luck!

~sarah p.