When I was 18 years old I was playing guitar with bands in Vegas bars. When I hit 21, I graduated to casino lounges. High-end joints like Excal, Stardust and the old Oasis in Mesquite.
A life to envy.
We also had a weekend gig at Gordon Biersch. I’d get off work dealing at the Monte Carlo at 7:30pm (yes when I was 21 I was a dealer, obviously I just said that) and I’d rush over to GB for an 8 pm start: 3 sets, done at 12. I had a Mesa Boogie tube amp that was super heavy and no joke, every night after we played I would be lugging this thing to my car while drunk guys hit me up and not once did any of them offer to help.
Which leads me to my next story.
While working at MC I was sexually harassed constantly. The pencil (scheduler) would tell me I looked good in different demeaning ways every day. I mean that doesn’t sound awful, right? I’m a wimp? But every day, every single day dealing with his comments was really frustrating.
The real harassment came from the top though. The Ensign family were heavily involved in MGM at one point (family of disgraced cheating husband Senator John Ensign). John’s younger bro David Ensign ran The Hacienda Casino in Boulder City where I broke in as a dealer a few months before I got the job at MC. David, who told me he watched me deal from a camera in his office, would come into the pit at MC, where he didn’t even work, get really close to me and tell me I was hot, etc. Like wtf man, c’mon really? So one day I go to HR with a complaint about David. The woman in charge told me, “That’s not sexual harassment.”
My stint at MC didn’t last long after that.
Side note: I was put on the Big 6 a couple days a week, which doesn’t constitute as sexual harassment but it sucked nonetheless. The pencil claimed the drop was bigger when I was on it so there I stood, spinning that huge wheel, with dread in my soul, wishing I hadn’t dropped out of college, was born rich, or could suck it up, take off my big girl pants and be a dancer. I would have happily dug ditches those days instead 100%, no question.
You guys, where am I going with all this?
Man, I hate long posts.
I guess I can wrap this baby up by saying in my illustrious AP career I haven’t been harassed, sexually or otherwise, by other APs simply for being female (okay maybe one time by APs, poker players and floor people def a different story). Yes, some of my opportunities have been different from my male counterparts, like not being able to fire big money (though I’ve had my moments) but it’s much easier for me to feign innocence. Who actually thinks the young girl at 3rd betting ten bucks, can’t add up her hand and doesn’t know basic strategy is running the table? Not a lot of people.
K, post too long. Here’s a song. Es bueno.