Saturday, February 14, 2009
I work part-time as a card dealer and make minimum wage and tips. I generally don't like talking about how much I make, but a lot of supervisors tell other dealers that I make a lot of money in tips. They always catch me dropping money in my box, and dealers following me also see it. But I don't make that much. I mean I make a decent amount, actually for part time, I make full time pay. But it's nothing to be hung up about.
I cashed out today with Jenny and Thomas, and Thomas was hassling me about how I make so much money. Then the ladies that were cashing me out were also saying how the dealers that cashed out an hour ago were gossiping that I made a lot of money too. Sure, I make a good amount but I worked hard for it. I have co workers asking what my secret is all the time. I shrug and say " I don't make that much".
If I were a person who thinks status is a big difference, I would be proud.
But, I don't like this kind of talk about me. I'm the kind of person that doesn't let things like this make my head big. In fact, I don't like that kind of attention because it could lead to someone bad mouthing me and ultimately turning my reputation into something bad.
Generally, I don't care what people think of me. From what I hear, I'm pretty amiable and I don't have anyone disliking me. But getting a reputation like this leads to envy and two-faces and I would not like that.
But now that I think of it, I think I do have a secret. It has nothing to do with kissing ass to customers, or having great customer service. In fact, it has nothing to do with what I make at all.
My secret is to not talk about the bad things. I am really not a complainer so I really don't talk about my problems with people verbally.
To make it clear, I'm all talk. With attitude comes results, and I personally believe that my optimistic and humble attitude gets me far. I guess one thing that people have to stop doing is comparing themselves to others.
Thomas is always comparing his money to mine. He tells me he never gets near 500 bucks. We cashed out today and we had a 100 dollar difference in tips. Big whoop. I don't understand what he gets so sad about. I know looks don't mean everything, but he is a pretty handsome guy, and I'm sure he has followers on the tables. But when we talk about tips, he makes me feel like some kind of dirty slut that goes around whoring for money. But he's seen me deal before. I talk, cheer, I just do my routine talk of BS and I have instant friends.
Today at work was wonderful. Every one was winning, and I guess Thomas has a reason to be a little agitated. He was following me on the tables so when when he came in onto my spreads, people would throw me a couple red chips here and there and he would tell me they didn't give him anything. It's all luck. But I made my week today pretty much.
I cashed out today with Jenny and Thomas, and Thomas was hassling me about how I make so much money. Then the ladies that were cashing me out were also saying how the dealers that cashed out an hour ago were gossiping that I made a lot of money too. Sure, I make a good amount but I worked hard for it. I have co workers asking what my secret is all the time. I shrug and say " I don't make that much".
If I were a person who thinks status is a big difference, I would be proud.
But, I don't like this kind of talk about me. I'm the kind of person that doesn't let things like this make my head big. In fact, I don't like that kind of attention because it could lead to someone bad mouthing me and ultimately turning my reputation into something bad.
Generally, I don't care what people think of me. From what I hear, I'm pretty amiable and I don't have anyone disliking me. But getting a reputation like this leads to envy and two-faces and I would not like that.
But now that I think of it, I think I do have a secret. It has nothing to do with kissing ass to customers, or having great customer service. In fact, it has nothing to do with what I make at all.
My secret is to not talk about the bad things. I am really not a complainer so I really don't talk about my problems with people verbally.
To make it clear, I'm all talk. With attitude comes results, and I personally believe that my optimistic and humble attitude gets me far. I guess one thing that people have to stop doing is comparing themselves to others.
Thomas is always comparing his money to mine. He tells me he never gets near 500 bucks. We cashed out today and we had a 100 dollar difference in tips. Big whoop. I don't understand what he gets so sad about. I know looks don't mean everything, but he is a pretty handsome guy, and I'm sure he has followers on the tables. But when we talk about tips, he makes me feel like some kind of dirty slut that goes around whoring for money. But he's seen me deal before. I talk, cheer, I just do my routine talk of BS and I have instant friends.
Today at work was wonderful. Every one was winning, and I guess Thomas has a reason to be a little agitated. He was following me on the tables so when when he came in onto my spreads, people would throw me a couple red chips here and there and he would tell me they didn't give him anything. It's all luck. But I made my week today pretty much.
I can relate to your point about the dangers of being too proud of one's successes. I personally don't like to talk about my marks on exams because I've seen it turn people who were initially friends into these jealous or envious monsters. Have you read about the self-evaluation maintainence model of self-esteem? It has been used to explain why some people sabotage other's successes (so they boost their own self-esteem).
But congratulations on the money making. It's nice to hear about nice guys getting rewarded for being themselves.
That makes me think of the word schadenfreude. But it's a totally different meaning, because schadenfreude is more of a feeling rather than just a self-esteem monitor. But it's a product of envy.
Yeah, I had had a good day yesterday at work, and I am starting to get some people on my ass about it. The girls make money all the time. I don't know what their problem is.