Morning is the time when the casino starts to spruce itself up after a wild night. Most of the customers have already won back their money and gone home, and then those people who are rarely thought of in the casino come to the forefront - the cleaning service. They vacuum the carpets, polish the wooden parts of the gaming tables until they shine, scrub the toilets. By the way, for the players of the Platinum Room, the vast majority of whom were men, sealed shaving accessories with expensive colognes and other cosmetics were offered, so that if necessary, the guest could, without leaving the casino, tidy himself up and look 100% after a sleepless night. Cleaning is done by "little green men", affectionately called so because of the standard color of the uniform of the cleaning company employees. These are mainly women over sixty, who know how to clean and tidy up. They, like hardworking bees, vacuum, rub, scrub, steam, scrape - do everything so that the traces of the night disappear along with it. Their job responsibilities also include "cleaning" the gaming machines. This simple at first glance procedure, consisting of fanning off dust and wiping the case, can sometimes end in the most unexpected way. Having spent the whole night fighting and leaving a lot of money, one of the regular players asked the slot operator to reserve his favorite machine for him, leaving something like 50 credits on it. With that, he left, to return with renewed strength in two or three hours and once again continue the confrontation between man and machine. The granny-cleaner, seeing the complete absence of guests and asking permission from the pit boss, began to perform her job responsibilities. Having thoroughly vacuumed the Golden Hall, she took a rag and began to wipe the gaming machines standing around the perimeter. Case after case, monitor after monitor, she slowly but surely moved towards the end of her work. Doing the usual actions, she pressed a key and stopped as if struck by lightning: the device came to life: all its lights lit up, and a loud siren broke the silence of the hall. The sounds coming from the depths of the iron machine attracted the attention of the dealer and the inspector guarding the tables. Seeing the inadequate behavior of the machine, they hurried to inform their direct superior - the pit boss. When he ran up, he found himself in the midst of the action: the device, having practiced in lighting effects with sound accompaniment, moved on to the most interesting part of the program - a cartoon showing dedicated to the loss of a large cash prize. Before the pit boss had time to pick up the phone to call the manager, he flew into the hall, notified of what had happened by CCTV. And before his eyes, the machine began scrolling bonus games, spewing out a huge number of prize credits. So they stood there like three petrified statues - the cleaner, the pit boss and the manager, unable to move or tear their eyes away from the screen. As you may have guessed, this was the very same "reserved" machine. The player was one click short of hitting the jackpot. Instead, it was the granny cleaner who did it, who, while doing her direct job, inadvertently touched the "Start" button. What claims could there be against her? No one had notified her that such and such a machine should not be approached within a kilometer, and the "Reserved" sign meant nothing to her. So what if it was reserved? A machine reservation is not an excuse for not doing your job. Besides, her job responsibilities do not include knowledge of all the aspects and intricacies of the casino. Blaming the pit boss for not telling someone something or not passing on information, as usually happens in such situations, is stupid and absurd: he is not the "boss of the sinks" or the "commander of the sponges". His job was to give the go-ahead to start cleaning. The employees of the cleaning company are under the supervision of the service manager, and he, or rather she, since this position was occupied by a girl from a modeling recruitment agency, does not work in the morning, coming on shift only at night. Therefore, the situation will have to be resolved directly by the manager. And the decision that will be made depends on his qualifications, experience and knowledge. And what would you do in his place? After all, the situation is extremely extraordinary, and you will not be able to use the experience of the peoples of the world. Do you know why? Because it does not exist and cannot exist! After all, they play for tokens there and the occurrence of such a precedent is completely excluded! But we went the way of making our own lives easier, so we went where we did not expect. Having sent the granny cleaner back to vacuuming, the manager urgently called a council to help get out of this story. Having received all sorts of advice, including at a higher level, he independently made the only possible decision at that time. After all, even if you tell a guest who arrived with money about a fabulous stroke of luck that happened during his absence, you may not meet with joyful jubilation, but receive in response a fair remark that a large bet entails a larger win and the amount to be paid should be an order of magnitude higher. But no one could or did not want to do this. Therefore, as offensive as it is to say, they decided to pretend that nothing happened: they “withdrew” the winnings with the help of the key and refilled the remaining number of credits. But this raises a completely logical question: “Where is the money, Billy?” After all, somehow you need to display and cash the winnings so that in the future the debit and credit match. They say that all the fines of the Old World casino went towards organizing parties for the staff and paying cash bonuses. But to whom? After all, during the entire existence of the casino, there were no precedents with bonuses for the gaming staff and middle managers. They tried to hush up this story. The circle of those initiated was limited to the granny-cleaner, the slot operator, who quit after some time for some reason, the senior pit boss, the morning shift manager and two dealers. And of course, the person who made the decision in a telephone conversation. As is known, what two know, a pig knows. So do we.
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