No more.
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Today, I’m putting in my two weeks notice at my job.
I think the assault may have had something to do with it. Not alone, not by itself, but as a last straw, a kick in the pants.
There was an old Asian couple at the baccarat table. They were fighting. She slaps him.
He hits her, hard, with his cane, and she falls straight back onto the floor.
He was arrested.
She keeps playing all day.
They’d been there four days and didn’t have a hotel room.
Four days. Eighty years old. Assault.
I’ve been doing this job for too long knowing it was really, really wrong, and I kept doing it, because I am lazy and afraid of change.
No more.