Today at work I had a bittersweet revelation – I don’t have to work nearly as hard as I do. Namely, I don’t have to care as much as I do. What led to this realization?
I work in the casino industry. I’m a Dual Rate Dealer and Supervisor. Some days I deal, some days I supervise. I broke in at my current casino 1.5 years ago. The money is great. The environment? Toxic. The management? Completely disconnected and out of touch with employee reality.
Not only does hard work go unrecognized and overlooked, but management often makes changes that hurt our morale. A series of changes were recently made and I tried to grit my teeth and bear it with a smile but at this point I give up. Is this what they call quiet quitting?
I’ve always gone the extra mile. The guests love me. I dress sharp, I clean up, laugh and joke with the players, it’s a good time. But it’s draining. And for what? To get “upgraded” tablets that are WORSE than the previous ones that were already terrible? To get my schedule nuked so that I’m taking a probable 10k pay cut, maybe more? To get not so much as a thanks for doing the work of 3 people?(watching 8 busy tables with 100’s of thousands of dollars worth of transactions happening simultaneously, etc.)
I’m very grateful for my job, I just wish management was more grateful of good team members. I’ll continue to clock in and do what is necessary but from this point on I’ve mentally checked out from this job.
I’m working on starting my own business to escape this degenerate industry. No disrespect to those in it or any gamblers. But me? I’m done caring, done trying. They don’t care about me and I was a fool to think they ever did.