Disclaimer: All of the names in this blog have been changed to protect me.
Hello, My name is Caterina. Okay, it really isn't, but it's close to my real name. After more than 15 years as a drink server (better known as a cocktail waitress) in a casino, I've realized it's time to get a real job. The money was great as a drink server, but I just can't make myself do that degrading job anymore. After two and a half years working casino surveillance, I've decided IT work might be the career for me. I enjoy the work I do with computers and compared to the people around me I seem to have a knack for it. And an interest.
Originally this blog was simply going to be about my attempt to transition from a dead end job in casino surveillance to a career in IT within the next year. However, personal issues surrounding my family keep popping up lately. I said "good-bye" to my parents and two of my siblings 10 years ago. I haven't seen or heard much from my whole family in that decade. I left that life behind. Now, I find myself running into and getting phone calls from family members I haven't seen in a long time. I recently got a Facebook page. I've gone from this quite separated, compartmentalized life, to all the moments of my life touching each other on Facebook. I don't know what will become of it.
Will the next year be a success story or a train wreck? I'm rooting for a success story, but, it seems, train wrecks are easier to make. I hope this blog will hold me accountable and push me on to the life I'd rather live.
Wish me luck.
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Hello, My name is Caterina. Okay, it really isn't, but it's close to my real name. After more than 15 years as a drink server (better known as a cocktail waitress) in a casino, I've realized it's time to get a real job. The money was great as a drink server, but I just can't make myself do that degrading job anymore. After two and a half years working casino surveillance, I've decided IT work might be the career for me. I enjoy the work I do with computers and compared to the people around me I seem to have a knack for it. And an interest.
Originally this blog was simply going to be about my attempt to transition from a dead end job in casino surveillance to a career in IT within the next year. However, personal issues surrounding my family keep popping up lately. I said "good-bye" to my parents and two of my siblings 10 years ago. I haven't seen or heard much from my whole family in that decade. I left that life behind. Now, I find myself running into and getting phone calls from family members I haven't seen in a long time. I recently got a Facebook page. I've gone from this quite separated, compartmentalized life, to all the moments of my life touching each other on Facebook. I don't know what will become of it.
Will the next year be a success story or a train wreck? I'm rooting for a success story, but, it seems, train wrecks are easier to make. I hope this blog will hold me accountable and push me on to the life I'd rather live.
Wish me luck.
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People in the Surveillance Room
The More I Interact With Law Enforcement The More The Idea of Relying on a Cop's Judgment Scares The **** Out of Me.
Posted 10-04-2010 at 11:41 PM by Inconversant
Outside our casino recently, a man received a severe beat down by two guys. They punched and kicked this guy for over a minute. The victim did nothing to defend himself. These two guys weren't trying to get his wallet to get their money back. They weren't trying to detain him for the law to deal with. They were getting off on brutalizing this guy. The victim is lucky to be alive. Last I heard he was still in the hospital. Among his multiple injuries, one of his broken ribs punctured his lung. A local police officer came to pick up the video evidence last night. She was regretful. She told us the victim deserved what he got. She felt terrible that the two suspects were going to be charged. I asked her if she saw the video of the beating. Oh, she knew it was a serious beat down; the suspects had blood all over their clothes and shoes.
The suspects are friends who were gambling at a nearby casino. The victim is an addicted gambler. The police officer told me that the suspects loaned the victim a couple hundred dollars even though he was a complete stranger to them. The victim promised he would double it. When the victim didn't double it and couldn't pay them back double what he borrowed, the suspects chased him down and gave him a beating that should have killed him.
The victim led a high risk life style. It was only a matter of time before some brutal thug beat the crap out of him. I have no sympathy for the victim. But there is not an inverse relationship between a victim and suspect. Just because the victim wasn't a close personal friend of Mother Teresa doesn't mean the brutal pigs that beat him down were decent guys.
It would shock a lot of people to hear the percentage a men who are sexually aroused by physical violence. There are men who would c u m harder in their pants over delivering a vicious beating to some poor sap than they would making love to a woman. These men that beat the crap out of this guy were not the sort of men who would loan money to a complete stranger out of the goodness of their heart. Predators look for unsympathetic people to victimize because they know cops are easily confused.
What kind of dumbass cop would feel sorry for a couple of guys who almost beat a man to death over a few hundred bucks that they gave him? This is the kind of cop whose judgment I am required by law to defer to when my life is on the line. Will the cop protect me or let someone beat me to death because, in their eyes, I'm not perfect. Or beat me down themselves out of apathy.
And people wonder why I'm a gun owner. "I'll handle it myself, Officer. You scare me a hell of a lot more than the perp."
The suspects are friends who were gambling at a nearby casino. The victim is an addicted gambler. The police officer told me that the suspects loaned the victim a couple hundred dollars even though he was a complete stranger to them. The victim promised he would double it. When the victim didn't double it and couldn't pay them back double what he borrowed, the suspects chased him down and gave him a beating that should have killed him.
The victim led a high risk life style. It was only a matter of time before some brutal thug beat the crap out of him. I have no sympathy for the victim. But there is not an inverse relationship between a victim and suspect. Just because the victim wasn't a close personal friend of Mother Teresa doesn't mean the brutal pigs that beat him down were decent guys.
It would shock a lot of people to hear the percentage a men who are sexually aroused by physical violence. There are men who would c u m harder in their pants over delivering a vicious beating to some poor sap than they would making love to a woman. These men that beat the crap out of this guy were not the sort of men who would loan money to a complete stranger out of the goodness of their heart. Predators look for unsympathetic people to victimize because they know cops are easily confused.
What kind of dumbass cop would feel sorry for a couple of guys who almost beat a man to death over a few hundred bucks that they gave him? This is the kind of cop whose judgment I am required by law to defer to when my life is on the line. Will the cop protect me or let someone beat me to death because, in their eyes, I'm not perfect. Or beat me down themselves out of apathy.
And people wonder why I'm a gun owner. "I'll handle it myself, Officer. You scare me a hell of a lot more than the perp."
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