We're looking at pokies stories next. If you've worked around the pokies/ slot machines or in a casino let us know your crazy stories and we'll put them in the next video. We're going to film it tomorrow. Also, we've been looking at your suggestions for what job to do next so stay tuned for that.
I had a 80year old couple playing 10c hits on the pokies . The ladie has a heart attack, I get the defibs on her another staff tells her husband what's happening, and without looking up he grumbles after my free games.... Ahh people awesome
I haven't fully worked at a casino, but I got paid to help move some old slots out of one one day. So I was moving one of these machines on a dolly, and some guy runs over and tries to kick it off. It's a heavy bastard, so it barely moves. Fucker drunkenly yells "I didn't do it!" and proceeds to sprint away. Never. Again.
Living in Canada I had some guy about 20 got 15 beers at the same time and drank 3 then got pissed that we had to charge him for 15 beers so he said if he won a million dollars he wouldn't have to pay which happened to be stupid so then he had to pay for the beers and he bet 20 thousand dollars on a single game of blackjack and lost which is a great way to go broke i don't know how much money he had but it's 20 thousand dollars less
my dad who i barely knew was addicted to them i heard from him that he got inheritance and i'd have enough money to go to uni and actually learn what i want to learn only for him to spend it ony betfred thinking the kid of harry would be called abigail or something which was half the fund then next spent it on the horses thinking that king arthur would win stupid bastard bet on a horse that had a losing record he also spent any money he could on the pokies in pubs he won a hundy but spent a full grand on then
I was a bartender for over a decade. At the first venue I worked at when I was 18, I got approached by 2 women who asked if they could pay for a kiss on my cheek. As the young broke man I was, I jumped at this seemlessly win win situation. The First Lady, in her 40s, lent over the bar and and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and handed me $20. The second women was her mother, an older Irish lady in her 60s, she handed me a 50 and asked me to lean over as she was too small to reach me. As I lent over the bar, the old buzz head pulled me by the back of the head, off my feet and over the bar top. Whilst trying to push her off me and keeping my teeth shut, she managed to clean my teeth with her strong tongue and even stronger whisky breath. They preceded to laugh and the old lady stated “worth it”. My manager also preceded to play the security footage on repeat on all TVs around the venue for the next couple of weeks. Turns out this was “normal behaviour” in Irish pubs.
I much prefer Irish pubs to Australian ones. When everyone gets drunk in Australian pubs all they want to do is argue and fight, in Irish pubs they start singing and kissing and buying you another round. It's a significantly better experience.
I worked in bars for more than a decade. One night during a security stint at an unnamed Bar in Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast, an older customer got into a fight with two younger massive dudes at the same bar. The old guy picked up a chair to try to hit the guys, one of the younger guys shoved the old fella into a mirror that was hanging loosely on the wall. A shard of the mirror broke off into this old guys neck. I was on shift while my boss and the rest of the guys I work with were drinking at this very same bar, enjoying the whole show. This meant that I had to not only break up the fight by myself but I also had to escort the guy who was currently bleeding out of one of the arteries in his neck out the front door. He was so drunk that he continued to try to fight me while I was escorting him out of the venue. I finally got him out the front while he was still trying to resist me, not realising that he was bleeding out I told him that if he didn't stop moving my thumb would come out of his neck and he would bleed out on the footpath. He went very pale and very still. We then both waited outside the front of the venue for more than 20 minutes for the police that happened to be about 300m away, and the ambulance (not sure how far away they were so fair enough) so that this guy didn't end up dying in front of me. After they took him away, my drunk-as-a-skunk boss came up to me, pat me on the back and said "good job" and told me to wipe the entirety of what I would assume to be 2 litres of blood off my overcoat and to then get back to my station. Dodgy prick wouldn't even pay for the dry-cleaning.
I'm from Bush Tassie, pubs have been burnt down here for less. Pub owners really do see the most grotesque of humanity, and so the job draws the heartless
This junkie would always come to the pokies, find whoever had the highest credit on their machine and claim it was his machine and they had stolen his seat. Eventually got life banned after he threatened to fight a 70 year old lady. She must’ve been a bit shaken up because she offered the staff her half eaten ham and cheese toastie as thanks for saving her from getting bashed.
@@emptyingmyballsinyomommymouth Because everything on the internet is a lie? Take your tin foil hat off mate, you look stupid and I can't even see you. Stevie Wonder would agree.
My first job was as a gaming attendant at a Canely Vale pub. On November 1st 2008 we where having a Movember day BBQ which the other 18 year old workmate and myself decided to celebrate by cutting out paper mustaches to wear while working for our own amusement. This was back in the day before CAD machines so all the payouts where by hand and we had rather large sums of money in our tills. I'm leaning over the counter chatting while my workmate does her hourly check when three gun men burst thru the door behind her which is connected to the drive thru bottle shop. She grew up in a pub so she left the till open ready to grab for them and hide under the counter in a manner of seconds while I was stuck there like a deer in headlights leaning over the counter towards the shotgun being pointed at me. The gunman was originally shouting orders, but goes dead silent when we make eye contact. We make eye contact for a solid minute or so while his mates empty out the other tills down the bar and he just stands there in front of the open till staring blankly at me on the other side of the counter. I'm not moving, its open right in front of him, all he has to do is pick it up. But the fucker is in a trance or something. He snaps out of it suddenly at the sound of coins jangling, his mates have run out of money to steal and where now raiding the charity buckets on the bar. He flips his shit at them shouting at them to not waste time on fucking coins and finally picks up the till on front of him and just shakes it into his duffle bag, money flying everywhere, and they run back to their car in the drive thru and drive off. Then a random walks in thru the bistro entrance and demands service. I just go into robot mode and serve him his beer. Then tell him its on the house because I don't have any coins to give him change at this point as we had just been robbed. He laughed at me and told me I must be playing a joke on him, I asked why and he said it was because I was wearing a moustache. Then it clicked why the gunman had been staring at me in bewilderment for so long....
Couple years back at a cowboy/western bar in northern Canada, me and a couple buddies were getting absolutely pickled for the Stanley Cup Playoffs. At some point I got kicked out because a bouncer found me passed out in one of the bathroom stalls. Not content with ending the night there, my buddies and I thought we could sneak back in by trading hats to fool the bouncer. It worked for a little bit before the bouncer recognized us again and kicked us out. Trying our luck again we tried swapping our jackets this time and it worked again. Rinse and repeat a couple times and by the last call, none of us were wearing any of the same clothes we started the night in aside from underwear and socks. It was a really busy night because of the hockey game so that’s probably why it worked so many times.
I briefly worked at an RSL when i was younger and the pokies section was the most depressing thing in a building full of drunk bogans, nervous teens and bitter old women chainsmoking. When they trained us they told us we were not to disturb the guests there other than to check if they needed anything every few hours (to comply with RSG laws). They would be pensioners waiting at the doors at 9am to get in and start playing and some would still be there at 2am when we shut. I once saw a tradie win 10k on a machine, didn't even react just kept sitting there blank faced and fed it all back into the machine over the next hour. I never saw it but heard from coworkers about multiple people pissing and shitting themselves at the machines and just staying there feeding more money in. No idea if this is fucked enough to make it into a video but either way love your work Jordies.
It's funny to me that you talk about a story where people become mindless animals that exist only to pump dopamine into their brains, literally pissing and shitting themselves at the machines because of it, and after telling it, your final words are " No idea if this is fucked enough to make it into a video" as if your story is anything less than a show of the absolute worst part of humanity. I would literally rather starve to death alone in a desert or be tortured to death than be one of those people. It's a fate far worse than the end of a life.
I have had exactly the same experiences. The RCG is worth nothing if you can't enforce the legislation, not unless you want to lose your job! yeah, it's a joke. I have some stories to make your toes curl, but rather not. Looking forward to the next instalment though! 😃
I worked in surveillance on cruise ships in Asia 20 years ago. During a typhoon we sailed towards Taiwan, the seas were so rough the ship rose and fell 10's of metres each wave. I tied my chair with rope to the console it was so rough The gamblers were so addicted they refused to leave the casino. One guy playing baccarat was 'squeezing' his cards and forgot to hang on - his chair went across the casino floor smashing into the wall and then he came flying back and smashed into the baccarat table. Although he was unconscious and bleeding heavily he did win that hand. The pit boss had him removed and someone else took his seat.
I worked as a receptionist for a club in Canberra, and we always had these bikie lads come in with their colours on. I was a bit scared of them at first because I was a 17 year old, but they were my NICEST PATRONS. They were obviously money laundering, when they expended the amount they could get out from the pokie machine and the payout, they'd come to me and get clean cash from reception where you can go to get more 20's. I'd swap their 20s for our 20's no questions asked. I asked my boss a few times whether I had to do anything about the fact they were money laundering but she shrugged and said they're paying customers. I wish I could say I did the right thing and told someone but to be honest, they tipped me like $50 each one night and were so polite compared to the other dickheads whose brains were fried from flashing lights I decided I was pretty alright being paid off by them. Another, BETTER (darker) story I have, When I was still in that reception job, we had started a new wave of covid and I can hear some woman just absolutlely hacking up a lung in the far corner. I sort of wanted to go over there and ask if she was alright, but I couldn't leave the desk and on the other hand I thought "dear god can this woman not cover her fucking mouth? We're in the middle of a pandemic" I was laughing with the security guard about this for a bit, when 10 minutes of coughing later suddenly my coworker says "FUCK! MATE! Where's the defibrillator, (other coworker) is doing CPR!" The woman was having a heart attack. I got the defibrillator and handed it over and by the time I went to see what was going on, the woman was dead. She officially died at hospital but when I saw her her eyes were open and she was gone. She died in the neglected back corner of a pokie room in a shitty southside club surrounded not by loved ones, but by the sounds of fucking lightning link. She was a daily, 10+ hours a day regular, but when we asked around, no one, not the bar staff, the gaming hosts, or I, knew her by name at all until we saw her record on her profile. I hadn't gambled yet at that point in my life and after that I decided to quit my job and never ever step foot in another pub like that if I could help it.
@@Snoop_Dugg She had many people around her who were handling and assessing the situation. I couldn't see her and I couldn't have known what was happening until after I was made aware, so I've come to peace with the fact that there was nothing I could have done. And I mean it sounds shitty but I REALLY wasn't allowed to leave the desk.
I was a glassie at Crown Perth back when it was called Burswood casino. As I was wandering the aisles of machines looking for empties a bloke comes up to me and asks "where are your pokie machines" to which I responded by broadly waving at all the machines surrounding the both of us and his response was "Nah mate, these are casino games where are the normal ones?" I had to think for a moment and replied "Well apart from the ones in this room the next closest ones would be in South Australia" needless to say he was not impressed.
i worked at the tradies in canberra 20-something years ago, my favorite moment was convincing an old lady who had just won a 9 grand jackpot to cash out and go home. i was so happy i never saw her again given she'd been becoming a "regular" for a couple of years - escalating bets, complimentary drinks, etc. i like to delude myself that she never gambled again.
My mum told me a story once from when she worked at a pub about a woman that came in, played the pokies for a bit, then went up to the bar and asked if she could get her money back because she needed to get groceries and that was all her money. She had also left her two young (under 5y/o) children in the car while she did it.
I used to work at a nightclub in Surfers Paradise 5 years ago and what still haunts me to this day is an incident involving two seperate groups sharing a table on a busy night. I witnessed far from behind the bar, a man just having a drink, then placing it a little bit too far from himself on the table. While he was busy chatting away to his mates, there was a girl on the opposite end who picked up his glass and proceeds to have a tactical stealth vomit into his cup. She places the cup back onto its initial area and walks off. I run out from behind the bar and then in absolute shock and horror, he had already picked up the cup and was drinking out of it unknowingly. I was too late. I had to explain to him what happened and apologised by offering to get him another drink. He looked sad, disgusted and disappointed all at the same time to which he said “No it’s okay, I think I want to go home now”. He tells his friends and they walk out of the club. I have never seen a man so defeated in my life. Poor guy.
I graduated in 21 and have been working at a pub in northern nsw, got a few horror stories but the scariest one is that almost every pokie machine in australia is owned by 1 person, and the guy who shit himself on the pokie chair so he literally got up and moved 2 machines down as if his pants werent still full of shit, i genuinely thought somebody had died when i walked in there because of the smell, guy kept denying it so i got the camera footage and made him watch it where he responds with how he was "making work for the cleaners". We barred him for life, although he did threaten to call the police on us when we did, they arrested him that night after he called them to complain about being kicked out.
Here's an untapped goldmine for ya Jordies - put out a call for 'junkie encounter' stories. Could be an epic, multi-part series with some absolute ripper stories. Having previously lived in a shitty old apartment building in Melbourne's inner north, I had plenty of run ins, including a couple of junkies threatening to stab me cos I interrupted them shooting up while going to get a pizza at 6pm on a Wed night, and another time when someone left a petrified, gravity-defying heroin turd that coincidentally looked like a dick and balls in the stairwell of our building, fun times!
Yeah that would be a long video, the sheer volume of Junkie stories would need a 10,000 word essay. But yeah its always funny when a skinny mutt yells "I'll fucking stab ya!!" Like mate, you look like an underweight tapeworm who doesn't scare anyone.
I was a poker machine technician, I worked all around NSW and had my fair share of… interesting encounters. One memory stands out the most to me, I was working on call in western Sydney and had a call out for a screen replacement on a machine. When I got there I found the machine laying on it’s side and completely destroyed, When I asked the manager what had happened, he told me “follow me mate, you gotta see it to believe it”. We went to the cctv room and I couldn’t believe my eyes! I saw a man sprint at a machine and full on drop kick it, he then proceeded to throw ashtrays and practically anything and everything he could throw at it. Now I had to charge the venue about $7000 to repair it (malicious damage) and I asked if the patron had been arrested, turns out not only was he not arrested, he was still there… gambling. It turns out he loses a lot more than $7000 a day and he practically lives there. NGL I was a little pissed off.
I worked at an RSL in Brisbane for over 10 years. Started out as a nice place, but focus changed to be all about pokies. Twice a day we would walk around the pokies room with trays of party pies and sausage rolls. Every second person would grab as much as they could fit on their lap and thank me saying they had forgotten to eat that day. A couple of times I would go to a shed where they stored old or broken pokie machines. It was like that room in Indiana Jones. About half of the shed was chairs from the pokies. I asked a colleague if I could have one, they were pretty comfy and I was a student, don't judge. The colleague said I wouldn't want any as they were all the shat and/or pissed on. Apparently, it was easier to buy new chairs and store the dirty ones until there was enough for a big skip.
As a pokie worker, we had an unofficial staff member who would walk to the bank ATM across the road to withdraw money on behalf of our “regulars”….just needed their card and pin.
My mum often went to clubs and she one told me of a story of a guy who kept pissing on the pokies because he kept losing money. One told to leave he pissed on the workers and got himself promptly arrested.
I used to do security for all the ALH pubs in QLD. I think every individual suburb has at least one at this point. I can guarantee any random night has: 1. a representative of each nationalities criminal underworld hoarding pokie receipts. 2. an old lady that thinks we have a special control behind the desk which controls the outcome of the machines 3. a guy that's on parole that has curfew that I warn when the cops show up in case they are actually looking for someone. 4. a guy that has no criminal history and is just deeply entrenched in gambling addiction yet disappointed in their kids when they play too much playstation. 5. A guy that is meth-incarnate which inhumanly manages to slam $50 in each machine before close to try and push it to the threshold of the jackpot. I got to talk to the maintenance workers for the machines on a few occasions. They said they are designed to pay 10 cents per dollar and are joined in small regional networks; Which some people know and somehow make money on their bottom line but at the end of the day ruins a lot of lives.
@@oliverparkerboxing All right, the Tamworth story: not mine, but got told to me by the guy who did my RSA. The Imperial Hotel bottom floor got booked out by a bunch of the finest bogans for a massive birthday party - 21st or 40th or something. You know, extended family - cousins, uncles, that chick Shano's rooting, meth dealers, that bloke who fixed your Falcon, that sort of thing. Anyway, eight Bundy & Cokes in later, Gaz says something about Davo's misso, Davo calls Gaz a dog cunt, Cheryl punches Davo, Davo's misso grabs Cheryl's hair, Daz sees this and thrown a schooner, Wayne cracks him with a pool cue...something like that anyway, and the pub goes off like a frog in a sock. Not the best decision. The Imperial Hotel, you see, is on the exact same block as the cop shop. Every single cop filed in and started arresting everyone in a Holden Racing Team shirt. And then that was enough, so they called in backup from the outlying villages, and even a few from towns like Gunnedah, 45mins away. Cops coming in from a hundred k radius. Dozens of arrests. Even more charges. In only a few hours. And, so, based on how they work these things out, the most violent pub in the state for that year, simply because of one night. Anyway, the Impie is currently closed, not because of that night - that was decades ago, and it survived - but because some flog wanker from Bondi bought it out and then immediately got it shut down because he put on an illegal sex show. It's still shuttered.
I worked in NZ for a few years for a company that services pokie machines in pubs. We were changing out a machine in a pub in Whangarei and behind the machine was a pair of pink, lacey womans knickers totally filled with dried shit. It was not uncommon for players to not want to leave a machine to shit or piss themselves so they could carry on playing. These knicker must have been there for ages because they were so dried and hard that you could have snapped them in half. Took a couple of washes before they were comfortable enough to wear. Score! Free undies!
I worked at a bar in Townsville and one year we had an Army DFSW (direct fire support weapons) platoon grace us for their Christmas party. They were 20 huge dudes whose day job was carrying rocket launchers and machine guns through the bush because rifles were for sissies. They arrived dressed like Vikings, proceeded to break every second glass and shout "ANOTHER" like they were Thor finishing a beer, and turned the bathroom into a war crime which I then had to clean. God bless em for their service though.
So worked as a manager of a pub in fortitude valley QLD, one guy in the pokies was getting quite vocal towards a machine not paying out. The attendant warned me of him getting aggressive but thankfully he decided to leave when he was cleaned out of money. Later on that night he returned, went straight through to the pokies and smashed the machine which took his money with a hammer and dumped petrol on the machine which he lit it on fire while yelling " take that you shit c**t". It was not a fun night to say the least.
"So worked as a manager of a pub in fortitude valley QLD..." I've seen some shit in my life, but not matter what, my eyes don't want to see what lies beyond those words. EDIT: My curiosity got the better of me and it was fine. The lack of bodily fluids in the story makes me doubt it was the valley at all.
The guy probably wasn't "pissing" in his glass, he probably ordered a drink to get the glass and then had a case or pre filled 1ltr bottle in his jacket/ pants and was refilling his glass using that. Pretty common in none BYO venues.
@@alimac7203 Yeah or Whatever, maybe a pre mix of a Dry ginger and scotch or something that would look like a beer in a pint glass sort of thing. Saw this alot at past venues lol
I worked the pokie shift quite often at a club in the ACT. Quite often this one individual would be acting a little suspicious around the pokies. Eventually we caught her using our venue as her own br0thel and charging patrons to take her into the bathrooms. Management’s biggest worry was that the money wasn’t going into the machines, not the public promiscuity and Sti’s running rampant. I didn’t stay long
I used to work as an investigator and often found myself in pokies for jobs. Two incidents show how addicted people are to pokies. 1. I was investigating a missing person, the family who reported it were hysterical, the man's wife and two children under 12 thought he had committed s*icide and hadn't been able to get in contact with their family member in almost 12 hours. After a few hours of doing permissions for media and authority to publish I by chance, went to an RSL to tell the staff to call us if they locate the man. I walk into the VIP area and see the guy mashing away at the pokies machine and confirm who he is. He didn't care in the slightest his family were essentially grieving over him and had assumed the worst. I called the wife 20 mins later to see if the man had called his family like he told us he would which he hadn't and I told her about his whereabouts. 2. A deceased happened in a VIP room, the man died of a cardiac arrest while playing the pokies. Watching the CCTV there are people either side of the man also playing. The deceased starts acting unusual but in a way that you could tell something was happening, swinging in the chair, going limp and stretching. The people either side of him look at the man multiple times and then go back to the pokie machine. It's only when he falls to the floor the people next to him actually stop playing, not to assist the man and do CPR but to move to another machine.
Good lord, Ive never seen it get that bad, where people are DYING at the machines. It's like cruise ships except you lose all your money in a completely different (and sadder) way.
Worked in a smaller pub with a relatively little amount of pokies but still were heaps busy all the time. Couple of weeks into the job, had one couple walk in and soon after realised everyone else in the room had cleared out, turns out the lady had been so engrossed in her pokies ‘adventure’ that she had simply just shit herself and not realised. Sadly, this happened on more than one occasion.
Worked the Caloundra RSL for a few weeks a couple of years ago. Had 303 machines in the whole place and each day they were pulling in about $300,000 in cash and $30,000 in coins from id say 90% Retried old people addicted to the machines. The amounts we would pay out were never really more than $100-$1000 at a time so its pretty safe to say they were making over $1 mill a Week Just on the pokies. The last time I was in Crown Casino in Melbourne I asked them their Pokie count and its over 2000 So Id imagine they are pulling in over a few million a day as Crown never closes
I had a friend who’s parents job was to test the clubs, that included testing the service, food and yes the pokies. So every week for there job they’d play the pokies. No surprise it turned into a crippling addiction. I hear it almost pulled their family apart. Lucky they recovered and now totally avoided the pokies but still. They were literally paid to become addicted basically. Gotta love NSW 🎉
my dad told me a story about how one of his footy mates would always steal your beer if you left it unattended for even a second and one time he was standing next to another friend who went "hey check this out" and proceeded to lower his half empty beer to his dick and piss this strangely perfect amount of piss into it, and then he proceeded to slide to the end of the bar and they both watched as this guy nabbed the drink and then walked around drinking it for like half an hour.
My uncle told me about his friend that would go into club bathrooms and shit on his hand, then would go out and throw it over his shoulder into the crowd...
I currently work at a local rsl as a 'Pokie Attendant' (I just walk around turning machines that don't work off). We had this one period of time where one of our patrons liked dropping little landmines on the chairs at the machines (yes I mean poop) and then calling the attendant over to the machine. Funnily enough the patron didnt ever stick around to see the destruction of my mood that their little mishap caused. after a few weeks the ghost pooper stopped, so either they got kicked out, or discovered diapers again.
I worked in a casino that also split into a pokie machine area. There were three main areas we were allowed to walk around, and each shift gave you one location to monitor. My shift was "the basement" The bottom floor of the casino that had from one end of the room to the other just lines upon lines of pokie machines. It was this fateful shift at this particular location that I happened to be late to by 20 minutes. What happened for twenty minutes as I was rushing to work was a gaggle of old people congregated together like zombies, rubbing on the sliding door glass and screaming let us in its time to open. By the time I had arrived with the key to unlock the door had massed a massive crowd of well over 20+ senior citizens who were all incredibly heightened and angry. This scared the shit out of me and I proceeded to carefully unlock the door and watch all these people meander over to their special machine. It was so scary to watch. They're all brainwashed.
I’ve got a few stories but the wierdest is probably when I car pool of blokes came in at about 2:30am, only the lead guy had a loaded meth pipe hanging over his ear. I went over took it off his ear, handed it back to him and told him he should probably put that away. He wasn’t angry about it he was so bewildered he had no idea it was even there or how it got there. He just apologised and said he was so embarrassed while all his mates laughed at him. I told him there are cameras so they should all go so they left without a fuss. I didn’t expect people fried on meth to be so polite.
Not a Pokies, but my dad told me about going to the Bookies with his mate when they were teenagers, they used to have to handwrite the horses and odds out by hand on chalkboards then, they realised that one specific worker erased the horses before the odds, so they'd wait until she wrote out the favourite for the next race and quickly place their bet with the odds still listed from the previous race and make an absolute killing getting longshot odds. He hasn't placed a single bet since they went digital!
Two of my favourite stories from working in a bar in a British Northern industrial town. Really quiet night at the bar. I was running the place on my own until it got busier and we had a reason to have more than just me and a bloke on the doors in there. A few of the regulars were in and out and some new folks who I didn't recognise. Pretty standard stuff. Until, a regular came up to the bar and said "You have to go take a look in the mens toilets" (this is never - or rarely at least a good sign.) I asked why and he just shook his head and walked off. I headed into the bogs. A you walk in there was a cubicle on the left, a sink immediately to your front and the length of the wall to your right was a long stainless steel trough urinal. The kind you could probably feed a herd of pigs from. (Is a group of pigs called a herd? one sec I'm gonna give it a googs) correction a "Drift" of pigs. Anyway, to the left of the urinal was a bloke who was absolutely hammered and had climbed into the urinal in the fetal position, thrown up on himself and was slowly soaking up the remnants of the pooled piss that his ass had dammed up behind him. To make things marginally better. To the right of the urinal was on of the regulars casually AF laying out ten square litres of top quality liquid cable. He gave his todger a little shake, put the lad away, washed his hands and left without saying a word. I went to find Shaun our doorman. Big Northern Irish fella who was about to get w ay outside of his comfort zone. We stood assessing our options and working out the best way to get this push mongo out of the urinal. in the end we opted to wrap Shaun in most of a roll of blue roll and give him the largest pair of marigolds we could find. And hope that there was no way the copious amounts of golden nectar this guy was covered in would soak through the blue roll in the time it took Shaun to carry him like the scene from the bodyguard down five flights of stairs and out to the streets. As the fresh air hit the guy when we crossed the threshold into the street he perked up, looked around confused, said thanks to us and wandered off up out of town, never to be seen again. The second story. Back before we renovated the bar, we had no facility to make ice at the bar and had to walk through the whole bar, down passed what we call "The fingering couch" - (shall we say, "Chekov's fingering couch"?) past the bogs , down some steps and into the kitchen to get to the ice machine. This one fairly busy night it was my turn to do the long haul with empty buckets to get some refreshing hard water. As I turned the corner to pass what was eventually called "The fingering couch" I noticed there was a girl with her legs splayed apart, skirt hiked up to her midriff with her underwear around her ankles. Sat next to her was her boyfriend. - (Before we go into the rest of this story, I believe this was a consensual situation. She wasn't hammered and they were a couple) She was laying back with her head back enjoying the night while he was sat on the edge of the couch, can of Red Stripe in his left hand, with his right arm moving furiously back and forth. I didn't really take all of this in at first glance as I walked past. But it suddenly clicked what I saw. I took two steps back and glanced down to take in the whole situation. He was furiously finger blasting this girl as if it was an absolute chore. casually sipping on his can as he worked. He looked up, made eye contact with me, tipped his can slightly in "salute" took a drink and continued getting knuckle deep. I took a second to collect myself and continued my trip to the ice machine. It's a sight that will stick with me till the day I die.
Worked pokies for about half a year last in 2021, I’d say the job is about half watching multiple bankruptcy speed runs in a night and the other half pure joy when patrons are drunk as they’ll either tip you more or say some really dumb shit. I remember one bloke mentioning how his “Willy won’t work tonight” as he’s had a few lines, after noticing I heard that he turned to me and said “No worries mate I know the owner” then turned around and put another bill in the machine. Didn’t mention it to security or anyone but it was just a day brightened
Oh damn, I missed the call out for bar stories. Here’s mine anyway: the bar I worked at was close to the uni and Wednesday nights was uni night. And for some reason these disgusting drunk fuckers always did shits that clogged the toilets. The worst one was so badly blocked, I think they tried to use a pint glass to push the shit down. All they did was get it lodged. I had to double glove and double garbage bag my arm to removed the glass and…break up the blockage. Also, my boss at the same bar murdered one of the owner’s of the bar and I had to go to court in his murder trial 👍🏼
@@NoNameneeded1984 I've had some cunts shove a beer glass into the hollow centre of a toilet roll and then dump the toilet roll and beer glass combination into the toilet. Absolute hell to get out of there
The outer western suburbs of Melbourne are a whole different thing. I was in sunshine once after knocking off work and decided to get a pint before catching my train home. Walk up to the bar, take a seat and order me drink. Bloke next to me (Could smell him before I could see him) asks "Hey mate, how heavy's your bag?" I respond "UUUUhhhh pretty heavy I guess" in which he responds, nearly cutting me off "Let me feel how heavy it is mate". At that point I finish my beer and grab it off the ground muttering something like "Sorry mate, train leaves in a few minutes." He then grabs the strap of my bag as I go to put it on and just holds on to it. Bloke behind the bar is just sitting there and says "just give him back his bag, it's not worth getting in trouble again for". I awkwardly try to kinda tug it off him as he keeps repeating "Just lemme see how heavy it is mate; just lemme feeeeeeeel" Eventually after about 2 excruciating minutes of this, a whole bar of people staring the bartender just kinda negotiating with him to let go, he eventually does. As the door swings close when leaving I just hear "It wasn't even that fucking heavy the poonce"
Double trouble here. Worked for a Merivale venue and got taken advantage of for years. They paid for my forklift licence but didn't increase my pay once I was operating heavy machinery. As well as sooo many other dodgy things. One of my jobs was ordering the lollies/snacks they put out in the gaming room. We ran out of lollies because one of the managers took the last box (who would normally last us till the next weekly order) as he had a kids party and needed supplies. I got my ass chewed out for it by the licensee for not ordering a box of lollies and even when I showed him my count sheet that said we had a box and someone must of taken it he told my manager I needed to have my shifts cut. It started an internal war as my manager backed me and knew another manger had taken it and it led to the licensee leaving, me quitting and threatening legal help and my cellar manager quitting which causes the whole venue to collapse. And then spring back with a whole new batch of dumb 18 year Olds just happy to have a job who would complain. It's the Merivale way baby
I’ve worked with pokies for the last 7 years and the worst thing I’ve ever seen was a guy coming in at about 10am and taking a seat at one of the machines. everything seemed fine for a little bit until he began to pass out, falling backwards off his chair and his pockets exploding like he was some sort of video game character, as he drops 3 bags full of a certain white crystal substance. I then call the police and ambos while making sure he’s okay. He then wakes up to about 6 cops around him and starts trying to fight them off as they pin him to the ground and handcuff him.
I once worked at an RSL back when you could smoke inside (so yeah, I'm old), while I was picking up an empty glass beside a pokie, the old woman playing the machine ashed her cigarette right in my face. I jumped back and swore, as you would, it hurt, but the woman never even looked up or acknowledged I was there . She was too hypnotizes to even realise anything was happening outside her pokie screen
I work in a bar with pokies, it breaks my heart seeing people en-trance themselves for hours, barely aware of there being an outside world, but I guess thats what they're actually playing them for. The end of the night I empty machines where these people sat and the stacks of cash are HUGE, its so sad
hahahha! amazing. i was waiting for this segment. About 2 decades ago I worked at a back-packers bar in Melbourne's CBD called the "Joint" . If you're from Melbourne you'd know of it if someone mentioned a pub that had escalators to gain entry. I liked to call those escalators the skin graters.(Clip of homer "I call the big one bitey") At the time the shithole was open 24hr to the public, imagine the people we used to get. The rats literally came out from the gutters to drink the swill. One quiet night around 3 in the morning a couple decided to get a little randy on a pool table. Whilst the dude was providing some cunnilingus, my manager threw a cleaning bottle, hitting the dude in the head, making his face go deeper into the muff. Whilst enjoying the shot he just made , my manager then proceeded to shout "WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHER THINK! " Thats just one of many tales from the Joint.
Worked in a pub that turned over half a mil through the pokies the day it reopened after the covid shut-down. One of the managers used to keep customers in the pokies (and gather mad tips mind you) by leaving THE TOP *FOUR* BUTTONS on her shirt undone and leaning over the old blokes to reset their machines. Anyway long story short I walked in there to do the hourly disinfecting run (required during the start of pubs opening back up "post covid") and managed to spot her getting motorboated by a patron. Lol
I used to work at Crown Casino in Perth. One of our regulars Doris (mid 70s) would come in every weekday night with a bag of $1 and $2 coins (like one of those brown sacks with a green $ on it) and progressively feed the entire thing into this one Gorilla/Jungle themed slot machine. Same time, same bag, for about 3 years. One day my mate Pascha asked her about the coins, and apparently her husband found a treasure chest while diving in the 90s, and since he died, she would use his buried treasure for the chance to "win big" at the pokies. Sorry if this didn't make sense, I'm Colombian and English is my second language.
I frequent casinos in the US fairly normally and while I've never done anything one of the scariest things I saw was a fire alarm being triggered and not a single person getting up from their machine; I've also seen power being lost in entire sections of the casino during a bad storm, usually they reroute it away from the bathrooms and dining halls to the slot rooms. Tons of people like to just sleep or charge their phone instead of play which is a lovely site and smell!
There was an older lady that would come into the pokies room at the leagues club I worked at several years ago. She'd bring with her whatever knick-knack she deemed "lucky" at the time and conduct little rituals with it before playing the machine; like she'd touch the screen and the buttons with it while muttering something to her self, touching the screen where it said the payouts etc. She would then only touch the machine with the item. When she inevitably lost money on the night, she'd just leave the "now unlucky" item at the machine she lost at. We collected these items at work and displayed them in the cashbox office as trophies lol
I worked in a dive bar in Brisbane for a few years. Hated having to work the pokies room, pure sensory hell in every way, plus taking the same old blokes' pensions day after day. There was some 'sad old single guy' accommodation above the venue, every day the old boys would be lining up outside the bar tapping on the windows waiting for 10am when we opened, then sit there and feed gold coins into the pokies, nursing a couple warm pots of XXXX Gold and nibbling the odd sausage roll or party pie all day. No wild story, it was just constantly grim.
Used to work at a bingo parlor, lots of stories there. My favorite is probably when we had this guy come in, used to be a regular but he spent a few years in jail. He was spending big all night, but at some point one of the workers came to the front desk saying that the money she got was “weird”. It was damp, stained, and smelled awful. We notice throughout the night that the aforementioned guy kept picking at his ass, would go to the bathroom, and come out and go on another spending spree. He was hiding money up his ass and giving it to us. Our manager ran around showing it to all the other workers, and we were just cackling like little kids.
I've worked in pubs and clubs for the past decade, the pokies in most venues is the last part of the pub to close because of this you often end up with all the intoxicated patrons that the other bars couldn't be arsed to cut off. One night there was a function on, the local police were having a retirement party. As per usual I ended up with them at the end of the night all heavily intoxicated. One of the female officers started flashing me, when I told the manager he told me that I the bartender had to go kick them out. When I approached the officer that had been flashing she grabbed me by the cock and asked me if I liked what I saw. After we got them out THE SAME OFFICER returned and tried to use her badge to re-enter the premises when she was told she couldn't come in because she was too drunk. I also have stories of patrons shitting themselves one lady even changed her tampon at the pokie machine all because they wont stop gambling for anything.
Got a good poo one. Worked at a bar in Newtown that had a big pokies section. One day around 11am a real old fella came through the venue and sat in the pokies for a bit, he then proceeded to shit himself. He obviously noticed the discomfort and walked to the bathroom leaving a nugget on the seat and a trail of liquid shit in his wake. Shortly after the gaming attendant had cleaned it up he walked out of the toilets and back into gaming. He then went to sit down, stopped and stated loudly “it stinks like shit in here, I’m leaving”. Then buggered off. Gotta admire the balls on him.
Worked at a bar in Wollongong when I got out of school and I was working alongside this weapon of a bartender who could do cocktail kung fu like Tom Cruise. During a semi busy night he was teaching me a trick with a glass and tumbler as I wanted to impress the ladies. What happened instead was while shaking a tumbler and glass, the glass slipped from my hands and smashed on a poor girls head. A day later I "resigned". Needless to say the closest I got to smashing chick's there was by accidentally glassing that poor girl.
Used to work in the pokie room at a pub in Brisbane just outside fortitude Valley, and my second day on the job this guy walks in at around 10:30am just after we opened with no shoes no shirt and a used syringe behind his ear like a pencil. We also had this one really old italian regular that would come in at exactly 1pm every day and stunk of piss so bad we used to basically follow him around the pokie room with a can of air freshener but management refused to kick him out because of how much he was spending in there.
I worked for an independent pub with 52 pokies in Mackay. We were open until 5am, most clubs kicked people out at 3am after lockout. All the drunk kids would blow their paychecks because they had nowhere else to go. Aside from that, the amount of junkies and dealers that would come in after 330-4am with the biggest Rolls of $50 notes. You just know they were money laundering. But there really isn't much you can do about it. You can't assume where someone gets their money from when reporting, and reading the information on it back then feels like it was more tailored towards organised crime money laundering. On top of that, I've had people piss on seats, shit themselves, throw up in cups and just place it next to a machine. People playing 4 machines, or cashing up their friends so they're playing like 10 machines. Not to mention rewards systems either. The systems we used tracked our Highest spenders and we'd gift them vouchers to the restaurants or hotel rooms. They'd eat, sleep, gamble and repeat.
@@TaureanTrish the thing is, it's so easy to not explicitly reward people in terms of incentivising gaming. The points system generally is more of a cash back for how much you spend and any vouchers etc could be from their status at the hotel as a frequent guest
I worked in a bistro/pokie venue in Reservoir Melbourne, its an interesting suburb to say the least with a good blend of commission homes and first home owners buying houses next door to the crack dens. Back to the pokies, Ive got two stories, The first one, so the pokie room used to close at 2/3 am and re open at like 7 am i think, this little old grandma got in pretty close to the opening time and jumped on a pokie machine where she played. Later that night... yes night, staff noticed an unpleasant smell coming from the area she was in, but couldn't pinpoint it. It wasn't until she left the venue at 10 pm, where we realised that she had left a pile of shit on the seat she had sat on for 15 hours!... the morning staff didnt see her leave and the night staff didnt see her arrive and it wasn't until they looked at the cctv they realised she didnt leave the machine all day. The chair was taken out the back, hosed off and thoroughly cleaned. Sadly we were quite used to dealing with shit there... The second story, this woman whom lived up the roads got banned twice from the venue. Look... to put it bluntly, some women are curvy... she was just one curve.. round, she was enormous, i used to drive past her house on the way to work and she'd always be sitting at the front with 6 kids orbiting her like moons. Anyway, she got banned twice from the venue because she kept getting caught giving old men handjobs and blowjobs for money inside the venue... not outside around the corner, not in the toilets... quite literally in-front of the pokie machine, so yeah.... when i had quit she still wasn't allowed back at the venue. Bonus story, this venue had a kids playground, where parents would dump their kids off to play the pokies for a few hours then complain about the price of a kids ice cream after losing hundreds of $$$ anyway. This one kid shat in the slide at the venue, it was one of those enclosed slides so you couldnt see it... but yeah well.... a bunch of kids went down the slide afterwards, smearing shit everywhere, kids running around covered in shit, us staff unable to locate parents, the slide in a state to say the least, angry customers because it stank when the kids ran around the eating area because they had SHIT all over them, good lord what a night.
At the Burvale Hotel late one night, I watched someone playing Trackside (the simulated greyhound/horse racing) put $4k each way on number 1 in every race for an hour. Bloke turned over nearly $200K and walked away positive. Also got to see the refurbishing warehouse for the Victorian pokies, where one of the technicians said new machines are worth 90k and only get 3 month warranties. They had ten thousand machines stacked on pallets and shelves and were worth maybe $300 now.
I used to work in the pokies and some lady came in one day and started meowing and the pokies machine every time she would slap the button. Then when she got a feature/major she would let out a loud howl like she was a wolf. The managers decided not to kick her out even thought she was making everyone uncomfortable because she was spending heaps of money. After that day i never saw her again.
A friend of mine became a manager at a Pub that closed at 3am. The absolute worst shift was "clean up", when you'd have to sweep all the seniors out of the Pokies (almost every time against their will) whilst having to actively look out for piss and shit on the floor, like a toilet version of minesweeper. He said the worst/best part was looking back at the camera footage to spot how it was done.
Most scat thing I saw working at the Bathurst RSL was someone's grandma spewing red wine up all over her self. Slumped up in her chair bubbling like a fountain.
Worked at the RSL in Coffs Harbour. The lack of light and clocks, and the constant dopamine hit light and noise show doesn't just mess up punters. Frequently worked an 8 hour floor shift, came home and did it all again in my dreams. Also, three bikies threatened to kill me for asking them to stop swearing so loudly. got out of that one by pretending i wasn't in danger and wearing a slightly off-putting smile.
Ah yes, Coffs Harbour. The unofficial capital of the lowest socio-economic electorate in the entire country (Cowper). It's probably the most disgusting collection of entitled welfare bogans you'll ever see. I had a shop there for nearly three years, I'm still scarred from that experience. Ye gods it's a shitty town. There are families there who have lived on welfare for generations, entire swathes of the populace have no idea what it is to work for a living, they just walk around with their hands out. Some days I found it hard to believe I am the same species as those deplorable shameless wastes of skin. I live 25 mins away but I'll do just about anything to avoid going to Coffs, it's a truly awful town, anyone who says otherwise has never been anywhere else. I've never set foot in the pokies room at the CEX, I can only imagine how bad that must be. The only times I've ever been to that place is for live bands in the venue upstairs, like I said, I avoid the town like the plague.
I worked in bars and nightclubs for many years and have so many stories, I wish I saw the last one in time but I didn’t. One of the times I worked in a popular Sydney nightclub during Mardi Gras. I was serving people and the only person on one of the bars. There was a couch across from the bar. I saw a girl with her head back and then a dude making out with her. She looked to be enjoying herself way more than a typical kiss. I looked closer across from the crowd and sort of jumped to see … it was two dudes and a girl having a threesome. I couldn’t call security because the radio had been taken, and I didn’t want to go break them up in case I got covered in some bodily fluid. I just tried to block it out and focus on pouring drinks. Lots of stories from there actually but I won’t get into it. Pokies; just depressing. At an old pub I worked at we had a bar and pokies. There was a man there all day, very respectful but clearly couldn’t afford to be putting in what he was putting in. He came with over $500 from his paycheque at the time and left with $100, still considering it a win. He told me how he played it down and then back up, saying he’d finally cracked the code and worked out how the machines worked. I explained to him (we aren’t supposed to do this) that the probability of the machines is to not pay out most of the time and do it just enough to make people think they’ve got a trickle of a profit. He said he’d been playing them for decades and knew how they worked. Couldn’t fathom how he’d incurred a $400 loss that day, the focus was on the $100 win. I offered the brochure about gambling to him but he declined, quite respectfully. The conversation was very respectful but yeah he was convinced. He was very kind, albeit very enthusiastic about the machines. Seeing people like this was always just depressing. I stopped working there shortly after this and focussed on just working in bars and nightclubs.
This is in Canada. My friend worked at a casino and several times would end a shift and come back the next day and the same old lady would be sitting at the same slot machine. She also once had to kick someone out because their odour was bothering other people. There was also one guy that completely filled the coin tray with piss. I also learned from her that on average it takes about 6 months to completely run out of money gambling (maxing out your credit card, mortgaging your house, etc.) and it's very common in Niagara falls for people to hit rock bottom and walk out of the casino and right off the edge of the cliff there.
Worked as a bartender for a year or so, not a huge amount to mention, the floor manager was on E every odd day and there was a cockroach infestation. The only other event of note was when I was mixing premix in the back. I'd finished mixing and pouring the premix in the bottle, when a dead cockroach floated to the top of the bottle, because some arsehole hadn't put the cap on. I poured the whole lot down the sink and made mention of it to the owners' son, who kind of managed the bar areas, just so he would put out the message to screw the caps on. He says "you should have strained it into another bottle and tossed the cockroach, that's a waste of liquor". The place had so many fucking problems. Another example of cockroach chaos is when I was working kitchen hand in the back, I found the entire shelf area for cooking covered in cockroaches and cockroach shit, all the platters that were used covered. Chef refused to do anything so I walked out and told the manager at the time if they ever wanted me in that kitchen again i'd quit on the spot. 10/10 great first job.
I worked at a bar for 10 years while going to Uni and then having a proper day job and oh lord the amount of shit customers see when they go out is nothing compared to what is hidden from them. I think my favorite story is probably one of the most footy stars at the time turned up to our club, was understandably swamped with fans and after a while asked for VIP so we put him up in a private booth. 2 hours later I'm checking the private carpark and there him and his girlfriend is, off their faces chucking into the gutter near the bosses car. Wish I had taken a picture now but you have to protect the customers so we cleaned them both up and then got then one of the (sober) staff drove them to the hotel. We don't do tips but they chucked a couple hundred to the driver which was nice, bought us a couple rounds at the next hospo night. The 10 years involved a lot of drugs, alcohol, gangs, getting knives pulled on me, getting punched kicked and spat on but I do miss it.
I work at a Casino in the call centre. The one with the seagull roasters out front. A couple months ago I got a call from a person stating the security team was glaring at them from across the road and while he admitted he was escorted out he said he did so politely but was told he couldn't wait out front for a taxi. I put him on hold, called security who said they were waiting for the cops to come get him because he had gotten up for a piss. While his machine was unattended another patron took "his" machine and so the gentlemen decided to boot him in the head completely out of the blue. Knocking him out cold. I'll never forgot how calmly he spoke to me, as if everything he just did was completely normal behaviour.
Second hand from someone I used to work with who themselves once worked at a pokies place: They said if any machine was paying out too frequently, all management had to do was flip a switch (not even on the machine but in a control room iirc) and it would immediately stop landing wins.
@@balung I guess it could be just that. Maybe this person never saw it happen themselves but was just told it existed as a joke or something. I dunno, that's the problem with second hand anecdotes haha
I once had a guy give me a $50 tip after a big win in the pokies. Then bought a caesar salad from work ($$$$) for lunch, as i was now $50 richer. He then called me into the pokies room (while i was eating) and asked me for the money back as he'd spent the other 3k already. Gave it to him, which he promptly put back into the machine, upping his bets to $5 a slap. Saw my tip go within a matter of 30 secs.
This old lady who would come into the Pokies in Frankston every day once got so mad because she was losing money left drunk and drove her car into the building. Pretty normal afternoon.
Not a pokie worker, but I’m on a cruise ship right now. They had a great Gatsby event, everyone dressed up nice, girlfriend and I after partying until midnight decided to walk around to the casino. We get in there and it’s filled with corpses blankly hitting the button on the pokies, we walk in for about 3 seconds and are hit with this toxic aroma of shit. We try to push in through to exit the other side of the cruise casino and the smell gets worse, I look around and see some old zombie dripping from the side of his pants. He had liquid shit dripping down on himself and kept on playing. This was last night. Went to the arcade and played a halo shooter instead of going gambling.
Pokies story? My time to shine. In the late 2000s I worked in an rsl, one of those older ones. I was the gaming guy in the floor of the pokie machines for my shift, and had to service the machines when needed. I distinctly remember some guy sitting there, pushing the spin buttons, holding his empty scooner up to his face and barfing in it, all without breaking eye contact from the police machine screen. We threw out that glass.
I used to work in a small country town pub and drive the courtesy bus. One night i was driving a man home and it was completely quiet in the bus. All of a sudden he said "see ya" to which before I could ask what he was talking about he jumped out of the moving bus at 50km. He knocked himself out and pissed his pants. I called the ambulance but before they could get there he ran off into the night and I never saw him again.
I was visiting Perth, WA from the U.S. . I went to a bar & after about an hour there, a bouncer asked me to watch the door. It was a side door, not the main door, but people were still trying to get in. I don't know if he had to piss, or what, but I did it because I felt I'd risk being kicked out if I said I was too nervous. Not like I've ever done that job before. He came back about 10 minutes later. It was a weird experience. But I loved my time in AUS! I felt more home there than where I'm from!
You should ask for stories from people who worked in plaintiff law firms like Shine and those “no win, no fee” places. They would have some cooked stories from the nutters they deal with. I speak from dealing with their shit all the time as a defendant lawyer
2 little girls (>10yrs old) walked into the pokies, went to tell them off and the older one said she was an adult with a medical condition. I told the cheeky shit to show me her ID. Walked her back to her dad who was very confused why I was escorting his kids back from "the toilets".
Mate of mine was out with his family at Goodna RSL years ago, when the minutes silence cam around at 5pm some of the more patriotic bogans took exception to people who continued to play pokies during it. What started as an argument blew up into a fight that spilled into the dining area, and my mates brother took it as an opportunity to peg his chicken parma into the fray just cause he thought it was funny.
Work in a pokies in the UK, got some wild ones for you - Junkie high as shit on whatever, comes outside and destroys one of our signs, thinking he’s making a pizza out of it - one of my coworkers (who is on the spectrum) gets crushes on the new female staff very easily, Espically if they are on the younger side (18-19) and they are okish. One time he asked a staff worker out and he chased her down the street. He also doesn’t cut his finger nails, so you can imagine how disgusting that is. - one of my coworkers is constantly eyeing up the teenage girls in the arcade bit (we have a arcade joined up to the building for more money) and constantly says stuff like “I know she’s underage but I’ll have a go at that” - my boss constantly plays on the machines, Espically the dance dance revolution one - one of my other coworkers (who is MASSIVLY on the spectrum) is obsessed with the claw machines, too the point where work made a new shift up just for him so he could put in the claw machines and rides just how he likes it, he also constantly comments how lazy people are and then doesn’t 0 work on the shift himself. But hey it pays the bills
I work at an RSL in Earlwood (I know) and just last week, the head bartender walked out of the pokies area announcing that he had just found a plastic bag full of piss (it was unfortunately not a reusable bag) Predictably, all of us including the managers looked at it with abject horror before one brave soul decided to throw it out. We've also found used diapers, and cocaine bags in our bathrooms. (I hate gambling addicts)
I once saw a man sitting on the corner machine when I started my shift. No idea when he came in but he was still there in that exact spot 9 hours later when I left. Looking back I'm not sure he even got up to Lee the whole 9+ hours
Pokies Story: Security Guard working at a Bowels Club, watching the entrance and the games room. Out of the corner of my eye, the woman on the poker machine closest to me, who had been there for several hours, won the $50K jackpot. I am thinking "holy shit, someone actually won, cash it out and run!" The woman continues to gamble away her winnings and by the end of the night was lucky to walk away with $6K. She lost $44K in a matter 2.5hrs. I was in utter disbelief and still tell my friends in the security industry that story because it is so fucked up.
I've worked in bars and clubs in the tweed area for a few years and the main characters that slap away their stolen goods are crackies, bikies, prostitutes, eshays and old people. Here are my stories: -A man walks up to the bar (looks like he's on the pipe) asks for water takes off his jumper and walks away. I walk towards the pokies in front of me is a crack pipe laying on the ground where he took off his jumper -Bikies would to come into the pokies and every boss would ask us to ask them if they wanted any free soft drinks and snacks, because of the amount of money they put in -my final point is for the old people, they forget so much about everything, that I've had old ladies rub my arms and try and grab my balls. They even forget to use the toilet and shit and piss themselves and continue to play the machines
Worked in a pokies room and have a wealth of stories from gang violence to weird shit like a guy failing to blow his face off with a shot gun in the car park. Gave him the nickname shotgun face. There are so many good ones here but a personal fave of mine would be "disco stu" a druggie who would sketch out in the car park out on his own like he was dancing to disco hence the name. We had to bar him because he kept stealing the pubs coffee cups in the pokies lounge. He took so many we had to switch to disposable Styrofoam cups instead.
Shotgun Face. Druggie I went to school with had a girl break up with him, makes a homemade trigger, blows his face off and lives for another month. Probably in regret, but who knows.
That description of Melbourne at the end is so accurate. I used to think it was just hipsters with dyed hair. Then I had to go to the emergency department and saw the other side to it.
We're looking at pokies stories next. If you've worked around the pokies/ slot machines or in a casino let us know your crazy stories and we'll put them in the next video.
We're going to film it tomorrow. Also, we've been looking at your suggestions for what job to do next so stay tuned for that.
I had a 80year old couple playing 10c hits on the pokies . The ladie has a heart attack, I get the defibs on her another staff tells her husband what's happening, and without looking up he grumbles after my free games.... Ahh people awesome
I haven't fully worked at a casino, but I got paid to help move some old slots out of one one day. So I was moving one of these machines on a dolly, and some guy runs over and tries to kick it off. It's a heavy bastard, so it barely moves. Fucker drunkenly yells "I didn't do it!" and proceeds to sprint away.
Never.
Again.
Living in Canada I had some guy about 20 got 15 beers at the same time and drank 3 then got pissed that we had to charge him for 15 beers so he said if he won a million dollars he wouldn't have to pay which happened to be stupid so then he had to pay for the beers and he bet 20 thousand dollars on a single game of blackjack and lost which is a great way to go broke i don't know how much money he had but it's 20 thousand dollars less
I accidentally blew up every casino in Australia once
my dad who i barely knew was addicted to them i heard from him that he got inheritance and i'd have enough money to go to uni and actually learn what i want to learn only for him to spend it ony betfred thinking the kid of harry would be called abigail or something which was half the fund then next spent it on the horses thinking that king arthur would win stupid bastard bet on a horse that had a losing record he also spent any money he could on the pokies in pubs he won a hundy but spent a full grand on then
I was a bartender for over a decade. At the first venue I worked at when I was 18, I got approached by 2 women who asked if they could pay for a kiss on my cheek. As the young broke man I was, I jumped at this seemlessly win win situation. The First Lady, in her 40s, lent over the bar and and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and handed me $20. The second women was her mother, an older Irish lady in her 60s, she handed me a 50 and asked me to lean over as she was too small to reach me. As I lent over the bar, the old buzz head pulled me by the back of the head, off my feet and over the bar top. Whilst trying to push her off me and keeping my teeth shut, she managed to clean my teeth with her strong tongue and even stronger whisky breath. They preceded to laugh and the old lady stated “worth it”. My manager also preceded to play the security footage on repeat on all TVs around the venue for the next couple of weeks. Turns out this was “normal behaviour” in Irish pubs.
My friend consider yourself lucky my cousin got his nose broke in a similar situation. Got a second 20 a s an apology though
bro thats literally sexial assault / rape. What the fuck.
Irish pubs are great.
They've only ever refused to serve me twice.
Irish pubs are my favorite
I much prefer Irish pubs to Australian ones. When everyone gets drunk in Australian pubs all they want to do is argue and fight, in Irish pubs they start singing and kissing and buying you another round. It's a significantly better experience.
I worked in bars for more than a decade. One night during a security stint at an unnamed Bar in Surfers Paradise on the Gold Coast, an older customer got into a fight with two younger massive dudes at the same bar.
The old guy picked up a chair to try to hit the guys, one of the younger guys shoved the old fella into a mirror that was hanging loosely on the wall.
A shard of the mirror broke off into this old guys neck. I was on shift while my boss and the rest of the guys I work with were drinking at this very same bar, enjoying the whole show. This meant that I had to not only break up the fight by myself but I also had to escort the guy who was currently bleeding out of one of the arteries in his neck out the front door. He was so drunk that he continued to try to fight me while I was escorting him out of the venue.
I finally got him out the front while he was still trying to resist me, not realising that he was bleeding out I told him that if he didn't stop moving my thumb would come out of his neck and he would bleed out on the footpath. He went very pale and very still. We then both waited outside the front of the venue for more than 20 minutes for the police that happened to be about 300m away, and the ambulance (not sure how far away they were so fair enough) so that this guy didn't end up dying in front of me.
After they took him away, my drunk-as-a-skunk boss came up to me, pat me on the back and said "good job" and told me to wipe the entirety of what I would assume to be 2 litres of blood off my overcoat and to then get back to my station.
Dodgy prick wouldn't even pay for the dry-cleaning.
farrkkk, would have been a good moment for the prepared 'fuck you i quit' speech!
@@Typingwithpaws Yeah no kidding, wish I had the backbone to do that back then.
I'm from Bush Tassie, pubs have been burnt down here for less.
Pub owners really do see the most grotesque of humanity, and so the job draws the heartless
And they wonder why hospo workers are asking for $50+ p/hr to do the job in some places now
This junkie would always come to the pokies, find whoever had the highest credit on their machine and claim it was his machine and they had stolen his seat. Eventually got life banned after he threatened to fight a 70 year old lady. She must’ve been a bit shaken up because she offered the staff her half eaten ham and cheese toastie as thanks for saving her from getting bashed.
Yeah this never happened.
@@emptyingmyballsinyomommymouth you clearly have never been outside whatever rich suburb you grew up in
@@emptyingmyballsinyomommymouth Because everything on the internet is a lie? Take your tin foil hat off mate, you look stupid and I can't even see you. Stevie Wonder would agree.
Why not empty
@@emptyingmyballsinyomommymouthIt's happened a million times over
My first job was as a gaming attendant at a Canely Vale pub. On November 1st 2008 we where having a Movember day BBQ which the other 18 year old workmate and myself decided to celebrate by cutting out paper mustaches to wear while working for our own amusement. This was back in the day before CAD machines so all the payouts where by hand and we had rather large sums of money in our tills.
I'm leaning over the counter chatting while my workmate does her hourly check when three gun men burst thru the door behind her which is connected to the drive thru bottle shop. She grew up in a pub so she left the till open ready to grab for them and hide under the counter in a manner of seconds while I was stuck there like a deer in headlights leaning over the counter towards the shotgun being pointed at me.
The gunman was originally shouting orders, but goes dead silent when we make eye contact. We make eye contact for a solid minute or so while his mates empty out the other tills down the bar and he just stands there in front of the open till staring blankly at me on the other side of the counter.
I'm not moving, its open right in front of him, all he has to do is pick it up. But the fucker is in a trance or something. He snaps out of it suddenly at the sound of coins jangling, his mates have run out of money to steal and where now raiding the charity buckets on the bar. He flips his shit at them shouting at them to not waste time on fucking coins and finally picks up the till on front of him and just shakes it into his duffle bag, money flying everywhere, and they run back to their car in the drive thru and drive off.
Then a random walks in thru the bistro entrance and demands service. I just go into robot mode and serve him his beer. Then tell him its on the house because I don't have any coins to give him change at this point as we had just been robbed. He laughed at me and told me I must be playing a joke on him, I asked why and he said it was because I was wearing a moustache.
Then it clicked why the gunman had been staring at me in bewilderment for so long....
Couple years back at a cowboy/western bar in northern Canada, me and a couple buddies were getting absolutely pickled for the Stanley Cup Playoffs. At some point I got kicked out because a bouncer found me passed out in one of the bathroom stalls. Not content with ending the night there, my buddies and I thought we could sneak back in by trading hats to fool the bouncer. It worked for a little bit before the bouncer recognized us again and kicked us out. Trying our luck again we tried swapping our jackets this time and it worked again. Rinse and repeat a couple times and by the last call, none of us were wearing any of the same clothes we started the night in aside from underwear and socks. It was a really busy night because of the hockey game so that’s probably why it worked so many times.
A story of legends indeed
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How’s your liver
Don't let the haters get you down on your Simpsons impressions Jordan, that Mr. Burns impression at 3:43 was a solid 8/10
i didn't even realize it was his voice until near the end
I thought that was actually burns
4 months ago
@@shravan1005 right like how tf
4 months ago?!
I briefly worked at an RSL when i was younger and the pokies section was the most depressing thing in a building full of drunk bogans, nervous teens and bitter old women chainsmoking. When they trained us they told us we were not to disturb the guests there other than to check if they needed anything every few hours (to comply with RSG laws). They would be pensioners waiting at the doors at 9am to get in and start playing and some would still be there at 2am when we shut. I once saw a tradie win 10k on a machine, didn't even react just kept sitting there blank faced and fed it all back into the machine over the next hour. I never saw it but heard from coworkers about multiple people pissing and shitting themselves at the machines and just staying there feeding more money in.
No idea if this is fucked enough to make it into a video but either way love your work Jordies.
It's funny to me that you talk about a story where people become mindless animals that exist only to pump dopamine into their brains, literally pissing and shitting themselves at the machines because of it, and after telling it, your final words are " No idea if this is fucked enough to make it into a video" as if your story is anything less than a show of the absolute worst part of humanity.
I would literally rather starve to death alone in a desert or be tortured to death than be one of those people. It's a fate far worse than the end of a life.
Worked in a casino, and that all checks out. Some regulars sit 12 straight hours on the pokies.
I genuinely find hospitals less depressing than pokie rooms. I would rather sit in a hallway at a hospital drinking beer than a pokie room
I have had exactly the same experiences. The RCG is worth nothing if you can't enforce the legislation, not unless you want to lose your job! yeah, it's a joke.
I have some stories to make your toes curl, but rather not.
Looking forward to the next instalment though! 😃
@@elmerofairo real, at least at the hospital there's sometimes good things happening like births and life saving surgeries and stuff
I worked in surveillance on cruise ships in Asia 20 years ago. During a typhoon we sailed towards Taiwan, the seas were so rough the ship rose and fell 10's of metres each wave. I tied my chair with rope to the console it was so rough The gamblers were so addicted they refused to leave the casino. One guy playing baccarat was 'squeezing' his cards and forgot to hang on - his chair went across the casino floor smashing into the wall and then he came flying back and smashed into the baccarat table. Although he was unconscious and bleeding heavily he did win that hand. The pit boss had him removed and someone else took his seat.
Go big and go home
I worked as a receptionist for a club in Canberra, and we always had these bikie lads come in with their colours on. I was a bit scared of them at first because I was a 17 year old, but they were my NICEST PATRONS. They were obviously money laundering, when they expended the amount they could get out from the pokie machine and the payout, they'd come to me and get clean cash from reception where you can go to get more 20's. I'd swap their 20s for our 20's no questions asked. I asked my boss a few times whether I had to do anything about the fact they were money laundering but she shrugged and said they're paying customers. I wish I could say I did the right thing and told someone but to be honest, they tipped me like $50 each one night and were so polite compared to the other dickheads whose brains were fried from flashing lights I decided I was pretty alright being paid off by them.
Another, BETTER (darker) story I have,
When I was still in that reception job, we had started a new wave of covid and I can hear some woman just absolutlely hacking up a lung in the far corner. I sort of wanted to go over there and ask if she was alright, but I couldn't leave the desk and on the other hand I thought "dear god can this woman not cover her fucking mouth? We're in the middle of a pandemic" I was laughing with the security guard about this for a bit, when 10 minutes of coughing later suddenly my coworker says "FUCK! MATE! Where's the defibrillator, (other coworker) is doing CPR!" The woman was having a heart attack. I got the defibrillator and handed it over and by the time I went to see what was going on, the woman was dead. She officially died at hospital but when I saw her her eyes were open and she was gone. She died in the neglected back corner of a pokie room in a shitty southside club surrounded not by loved ones, but by the sounds of fucking lightning link. She was a daily, 10+ hours a day regular, but when we asked around, no one, not the bar staff, the gaming hosts, or I, knew her by name at all until we saw her record on her profile. I hadn't gambled yet at that point in my life and after that I decided to quit my job and never ever step foot in another pub like that if I could help it.
Bikies are honestly usually pretty nice blokes if you're polite to them.
Do you feel guilty that you couldn't go and check up on her/ save her life?
@@Snoop_Dugg She had many people around her who were handling and assessing the situation. I couldn't see her and I couldn't have known what was happening until after I was made aware, so I've come to peace with the fact that there was nothing I could have done. And I mean it sounds shitty but I REALLY wasn't allowed to leave the desk.
I was a glassie at Crown Perth back when it was called Burswood casino. As I was wandering the aisles of machines looking for empties a bloke comes up to me and asks "where are your pokie machines" to which I responded by broadly waving at all the machines surrounding the both of us and his response was "Nah mate, these are casino games where are the normal ones?" I had to think for a moment and replied "Well apart from the ones in this room the next closest ones would be in South Australia" needless to say he was not impressed.
i worked at the tradies in canberra 20-something years ago, my favorite moment was convincing an old lady who had just won a 9 grand jackpot to cash out and go home. i was so happy i never saw her again given she'd been becoming a "regular" for a couple of years - escalating bets, complimentary drinks, etc.
i like to delude myself that she never gambled again.
My mum told me a story once from when she worked at a pub about a woman that came in, played the pokies for a bit, then went up to the bar and asked if she could get her money back because she needed to get groceries and that was all her money. She had also left her two young (under 5y/o) children in the car while she did it.
I used to work at a nightclub in Surfers Paradise 5 years ago and what still haunts me to this day is an incident involving two seperate groups sharing a table on a busy night. I witnessed far from behind the bar, a man just having a drink, then placing it a little bit too far from himself on the table. While he was busy chatting away to his mates, there was a girl on the opposite end who picked up his glass and proceeds to have a tactical stealth vomit into his cup. She places the cup back onto its initial area and walks off. I run out from behind the bar and then in absolute shock and horror, he had already picked up the cup and was drinking out of it unknowingly. I was too late. I had to explain to him what happened and apologised by offering to get him another drink. He looked sad, disgusted and disappointed all at the same time to which he said “No it’s okay, I think I want to go home now”. He tells his friends and they walk out of the club. I have never seen a man so defeated in my life. Poor guy.
I graduated in 21 and have been working at a pub in northern nsw, got a few horror stories but the scariest one is that almost every pokie machine in australia is owned by 1 person, and the guy who shit himself on the pokie chair so he literally got up and moved 2 machines down as if his pants werent still full of shit, i genuinely thought somebody had died when i walked in there because of the smell, guy kept denying it so i got the camera footage and made him watch it where he responds with how he was "making work for the cleaners". We barred him for life, although he did threaten to call the police on us when we did, they arrested him that night after he called them to complain about being kicked out.
Here's an untapped goldmine for ya Jordies - put out a call for 'junkie encounter' stories. Could be an epic, multi-part series with some absolute ripper stories. Having previously lived in a shitty old apartment building in Melbourne's inner north, I had plenty of run ins, including a couple of junkies threatening to stab me cos I interrupted them shooting up while going to get a pizza at 6pm on a Wed night, and another time when someone left a petrified, gravity-defying heroin turd that coincidentally looked like a dick and balls in the stairwell of our building, fun times!
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Yeah that would be a long video, the sheer volume of Junkie stories would need a 10,000 word essay. But yeah its always funny when a skinny mutt yells "I'll fucking stab ya!!" Like mate, you look like an underweight tapeworm who doesn't scare anyone.
this is a whole podcast
@WTF Does that mean guessing patreon content
Why did you interrupt them just trying to have some fun? Inconsiderate.
I was a poker machine technician, I worked all around NSW and had my fair share of… interesting encounters. One memory stands out the most to me, I was working on call in western Sydney and had a call out for a screen replacement on a machine. When I got there I found the machine laying on it’s side and completely destroyed, When I asked the manager what had happened, he told me “follow me mate, you gotta see it to believe it”. We went to the cctv room and I couldn’t believe my eyes! I saw a man sprint at a machine and full on drop kick it, he then proceeded to throw ashtrays and practically anything and everything he could throw at it. Now I had to charge the venue about $7000 to repair it (malicious damage) and I asked if the patron had been arrested, turns out not only was he not arrested, he was still there… gambling. It turns out he loses a lot more than $7000 a day and he practically lives there. NGL I was a little pissed off.
What a rollercoaster that was. Guy was still there casually throwing away thousands.
How do these guys afford it
@@ShadowGaming-ft4fhthey don’t, they either borrow money or win occasionally. They drain all their bank accounts funding this addiction
I worked at an RSL in Brisbane for over 10 years. Started out as a nice place, but focus changed to be all about pokies. Twice a day we would walk around the pokies room with trays of party pies and sausage rolls. Every second person would grab as much as they could fit on their lap and thank me saying they had forgotten to eat that day.
A couple of times I would go to a shed where they stored old or broken pokie machines. It was like that room in Indiana Jones. About half of the shed was chairs from the pokies. I asked a colleague if I could have one, they were pretty comfy and I was a student, don't judge. The colleague said I wouldn't want any as they were all the shat and/or pissed on. Apparently, it was easier to buy new chairs and store the dirty ones until there was enough for a big skip.
As a pokie worker, we had an unofficial staff member who would walk to the bank ATM across the road to withdraw money on behalf of our “regulars”….just needed their card and pin.
My mum often went to clubs and she one told me of a story of a guy who kept pissing on the pokies because he kept losing money. One told to leave he pissed on the workers and got himself promptly arrested.
I used to do security for all the ALH pubs in QLD. I think every individual suburb has at least one at this point. I can guarantee any random night has:
1. a representative of each nationalities criminal underworld hoarding pokie receipts.
2. an old lady that thinks we have a special control behind the desk which controls the outcome of the machines
3. a guy that's on parole that has curfew that I warn when the cops show up in case they are actually looking for someone.
4. a guy that has no criminal history and is just deeply entrenched in gambling addiction yet disappointed in their kids when they play too much playstation.
5. A guy that is meth-incarnate which inhumanly manages to slam $50 in each machine before close to try and push it to the threshold of the jackpot.
I got to talk to the maintenance workers for the machines on a few occasions. They said they are designed to pay 10 cents per dollar and are joined in small regional networks; Which some people know and somehow make money on their bottom line but at the end of the day ruins a lot of lives.
I wish we had more Country Town Stories... Makes you so proud to be Australian
We gotta get that series to return along with high school heros
Yea😊
There was that one year when Tamworth had, statistically, The Most Violent Pub In The State, based off a single bogan birthday party.
I have country town bar staff stories hahahha
@@oliverparkerboxing All right, the Tamworth story: not mine, but got told to me by the guy who did my RSA.
The Imperial Hotel bottom floor got booked out by a bunch of the finest bogans for a massive birthday party - 21st or 40th or something. You know, extended family - cousins, uncles, that chick Shano's rooting, meth dealers, that bloke who fixed your Falcon, that sort of thing.
Anyway, eight Bundy & Cokes in later, Gaz says something about Davo's misso, Davo calls Gaz a dog cunt, Cheryl punches Davo, Davo's misso grabs Cheryl's hair, Daz sees this and thrown a schooner, Wayne cracks him with a pool cue...something like that anyway, and the pub goes off like a frog in a sock.
Not the best decision. The Imperial Hotel, you see, is on the exact same block as the cop shop.
Every single cop filed in and started arresting everyone in a Holden Racing Team shirt. And then that was enough, so they called in backup from the outlying villages, and even a few from towns like Gunnedah, 45mins away. Cops coming in from a hundred k radius.
Dozens of arrests. Even more charges. In only a few hours.
And, so, based on how they work these things out, the most violent pub in the state for that year, simply because of one night.
Anyway, the Impie is currently closed, not because of that night - that was decades ago, and it survived - but because some flog wanker from Bondi bought it out and then immediately got it shut down because he put on an illegal sex show. It's still shuttered.
From gap year to gap decade, that one hit home.
Same here, although I am currently at 3 decades myself...
I worked in NZ for a few years for a company that services pokie machines in pubs. We were changing out a machine in a pub in Whangarei and behind the machine was a pair of pink, lacey womans knickers totally filled with dried shit. It was not uncommon for players to not want to leave a machine to shit or piss themselves so they could carry on playing. These knicker must have been there for ages because they were so dried and hard that you could have snapped them in half. Took a couple of washes before they were comfortable enough to wear. Score! Free undies!
Well that took a turn.
I worked at a bar in Townsville and one year we had an Army DFSW (direct fire support weapons) platoon grace us for their Christmas party. They were 20 huge dudes whose day job was carrying rocket launchers and machine guns through the bush because rifles were for sissies. They arrived dressed like Vikings, proceeded to break every second glass and shout "ANOTHER" like they were Thor finishing a beer, and turned the bathroom into a war crime which I then had to clean. God bless em for their service though.
So worked as a manager of a pub in fortitude valley QLD, one guy in the pokies was getting quite vocal towards a machine not paying out. The attendant warned me of him getting aggressive but thankfully he decided to leave when he was cleaned out of money. Later on that night he returned, went straight through to the pokies and smashed the machine which took his money with a hammer and dumped petrol on the machine which he lit it on fire while yelling " take that you shit c**t". It was not a fun night to say the least.
"So worked as a manager of a pub in fortitude valley QLD..."
I've seen some shit in my life, but not matter what, my eyes don't want to see what lies beyond those words.
EDIT: My curiosity got the better of me and it was fine. The lack of bodily fluids in the story makes me doubt it was the valley at all.
@@NecromancyBlack Suburban pubs see far worse in Brisbane than the Val
qld mentality. if me no like something, me smash and burn!!!
Average night out in the valley tbh
The guy probably wasn't "pissing" in his glass, he probably ordered a drink to get the glass and then had a case or pre filled 1ltr bottle in his jacket/ pants and was refilling his glass using that. Pretty common in none BYO venues.
🧐...Aha!
So he devised a cunning way to BYO Jack Daniels...ON TAP!!
@@alimac7203 Yeah or Whatever, maybe a pre mix of a Dry ginger and scotch or something that would look like a beer in a pint glass sort of thing. Saw this alot at past venues lol
I worked the pokie shift quite often at a club in the ACT. Quite often this one individual would be acting a little suspicious around the pokies. Eventually we caught her using our venue as her own br0thel and charging patrons to take her into the bathrooms. Management’s biggest worry was that the money wasn’t going into the machines, not the public promiscuity and Sti’s running rampant. I didn’t stay long
I used to work as an investigator and often found myself in pokies for jobs. Two incidents show how addicted people are to pokies.
1. I was investigating a missing person, the family who reported it were hysterical, the man's wife and two children under 12 thought he had committed s*icide and hadn't been able to get in contact with their family member in almost 12 hours. After a few hours of doing permissions for media and authority to publish I by chance, went to an RSL to tell the staff to call us if they locate the man.
I walk into the VIP area and see the guy mashing away at the pokies machine and confirm who he is. He didn't care in the slightest his family were essentially grieving over him and had assumed the worst. I called the wife 20 mins later to see if the man had called his family like he told us he would which he hadn't and I told her about his whereabouts.
2. A deceased happened in a VIP room, the man died of a cardiac arrest while playing the pokies. Watching the CCTV there are people either side of the man also playing. The deceased starts acting unusual but in a way that you could tell something was happening, swinging in the chair, going limp and stretching. The people either side of him look at the man multiple times and then go back to the pokie machine. It's only when he falls to the floor the people next to him actually stop playing, not to assist the man and do CPR but to move to another machine.
Good lord, Ive never seen it get that bad, where people are DYING at the machines.
It's like cruise ships except you lose all your money in a completely different (and sadder) way.
Yeah, you're a "private investigator" and you only went into the pokies while "on the job".
Worked in a smaller pub with a relatively little amount of pokies but still were heaps busy all the time. Couple of weeks into the job, had one couple walk in and soon after realised everyone else in the room had cleared out, turns out the lady had been so engrossed in her pokies ‘adventure’ that she had simply just shit herself and not realised. Sadly, this happened on more than one occasion.
Worked the Caloundra RSL for a few weeks a couple of years ago. Had 303 machines in the whole place and each day they were pulling in about $300,000 in cash and $30,000 in coins from id say 90% Retried old people addicted to the machines. The amounts we would pay out were never really more than $100-$1000 at a time so its pretty safe to say they were making over $1 mill a Week Just on the pokies. The last time I was in Crown Casino in Melbourne I asked them their Pokie count and its over 2000 So Id imagine they are pulling in over a few million a day as Crown never closes
I had a friend who’s parents job was to test the clubs, that included testing the service, food and yes the pokies. So every week for there job they’d play the pokies. No surprise it turned into a crippling addiction. I hear it almost pulled their family apart.
Lucky they recovered and now totally avoided the pokies but still. They were literally paid to become addicted basically. Gotta love NSW 🎉
my dad told me a story about how one of his footy mates would always steal your beer if you left it unattended for even a second and one time he was standing next to another friend who went "hey check this out" and proceeded to lower his half empty beer to his dick and piss this strangely perfect amount of piss into it, and then he proceeded to slide to the end of the bar and they both watched as this guy nabbed the drink and then walked around drinking it for like half an hour.
My uncle told me about his friend that would go into club bathrooms and shit on his hand, then would go out and throw it over his shoulder into the crowd...
@@isaacjacobs4397 risky ass move lmaooooo
I currently work at a local rsl as a 'Pokie Attendant' (I just walk around turning machines that don't work off). We had this one period of time where one of our patrons liked dropping little landmines on the chairs at the machines (yes I mean poop) and then calling the attendant over to the machine. Funnily enough the patron didnt ever stick around to see the destruction of my mood that their little mishap caused. after a few weeks the ghost pooper stopped, so either they got kicked out, or discovered diapers again.
….or they died
I worked in a casino that also split into a pokie machine area.
There were three main areas we were allowed to walk around, and each shift gave you one location to monitor.
My shift was "the basement"
The bottom floor of the casino that had from one end of the room to the other just lines upon lines of pokie machines.
It was this fateful shift at this particular location that I happened to be late to by 20 minutes.
What happened for twenty minutes as I was rushing to work was a gaggle of old people congregated together like zombies, rubbing on the sliding door glass and screaming let us in its time to open.
By the time I had arrived with the key to unlock the door had massed a massive crowd of well over 20+ senior citizens who were all incredibly heightened and angry.
This scared the shit out of me and I proceeded to carefully unlock the door and watch all these people meander over to their special machine.
It was so scary to watch.
They're all brainwashed.
0:10 leave me and my gap career alone
I’ve got a few stories but the wierdest is probably when I car pool of blokes came in at about 2:30am, only the lead guy had a loaded meth pipe hanging over his ear. I went over took it off his ear, handed it back to him and told him he should probably put that away. He wasn’t angry about it he was so bewildered he had no idea it was even there or how it got there. He just apologised and said he was so embarrassed while all his mates laughed at him. I told him there are cameras so they should all go so they left without a fuss. I didn’t expect people fried on meth to be so polite.
Not a Pokies, but my dad told me about going to the Bookies with his mate when they were teenagers, they used to have to handwrite the horses and odds out by hand on chalkboards then, they realised that one specific worker erased the horses before the odds, so they'd wait until she wrote out the favourite for the next race and quickly place their bet with the odds still listed from the previous race and make an absolute killing getting longshot odds. He hasn't placed a single bet since they went digital!
Two of my favourite stories from working in a bar in a British Northern industrial town.
Really quiet night at the bar. I was running the place on my own until it got busier and we had a reason to have more than just me and a bloke on the doors in there. A few of the regulars were in and out and some new folks who I didn't recognise. Pretty standard stuff. Until, a regular came up to the bar and said "You have to go take a look in the mens toilets" (this is never - or rarely at least a good sign.) I asked why and he just shook his head and walked off. I headed into the bogs. A you walk in there was a cubicle on the left, a sink immediately to your front and the length of the wall to your right was a long stainless steel trough urinal. The kind you could probably feed a herd of pigs from. (Is a group of pigs called a herd? one sec I'm gonna give it a googs) correction a "Drift" of pigs. Anyway, to the left of the urinal was a bloke who was absolutely hammered and had climbed into the urinal in the fetal position, thrown up on himself and was slowly soaking up the remnants of the pooled piss that his ass had dammed up behind him. To make things marginally better. To the right of the urinal was on of the regulars casually AF laying out ten square litres of top quality liquid cable. He gave his todger a little shake, put the lad away, washed his hands and left without saying a word.
I went to find Shaun our doorman. Big Northern Irish fella who was about to get w ay outside of his comfort zone. We stood assessing our options and working out the best way to get this push mongo out of the urinal. in the end we opted to wrap Shaun in most of a roll of blue roll and give him the largest pair of marigolds we could find. And hope that there was no way the copious amounts of golden nectar this guy was covered in would soak through the blue roll in the time it took Shaun to carry him like the scene from the bodyguard down five flights of stairs and out to the streets. As the fresh air hit the guy when we crossed the threshold into the street he perked up, looked around confused, said thanks to us and wandered off up out of town, never to be seen again.
The second story. Back before we renovated the bar, we had no facility to make ice at the bar and had to walk through the whole bar, down passed what we call "The fingering couch" - (shall we say, "Chekov's fingering couch"?) past the bogs , down some steps and into the kitchen to get to the ice machine. This one fairly busy night it was my turn to do the long haul with empty buckets to get some refreshing hard water. As I turned the corner to pass what was eventually called "The fingering couch" I noticed there was a girl with her legs splayed apart, skirt hiked up to her midriff with her underwear around her ankles. Sat next to her was her boyfriend. - (Before we go into the rest of this story, I believe this was a consensual situation. She wasn't hammered and they were a couple) She was laying back with her head back enjoying the night while he was sat on the edge of the couch, can of Red Stripe in his left hand, with his right arm moving furiously back and forth. I didn't really take all of this in at first glance as I walked past. But it suddenly clicked what I saw. I took two steps back and glanced down to take in the whole situation. He was furiously finger blasting this girl as if it was an absolute chore. casually sipping on his can as he worked. He looked up, made eye contact with me, tipped his can slightly in "salute" took a drink and continued getting knuckle deep. I took a second to collect myself and continued my trip to the ice machine. It's a sight that will stick with me till the day I die.
I am sorry for your loss (of innocence)
Worked pokies for about half a year last in 2021, I’d say the job is about half watching multiple bankruptcy speed runs in a night and the other half pure joy when patrons are drunk as they’ll either tip you more or say some really dumb shit. I remember one bloke mentioning how his “Willy won’t work tonight” as he’s had a few lines, after noticing I heard that he turned to me and said “No worries mate I know the owner” then turned around and put another bill in the machine. Didn’t mention it to security or anyone but it was just a day brightened
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Oh damn, I missed the call out for bar stories. Here’s mine anyway: the bar I worked at was close to the uni and Wednesday nights was uni night. And for some reason these disgusting drunk fuckers always did shits that clogged the toilets. The worst one was so badly blocked, I think they tried to use a pint glass to push the shit down. All they did was get it lodged. I had to double glove and double garbage bag my arm to removed the glass and…break up the blockage.
Also, my boss at the same bar murdered one of the owner’s of the bar and I had to go to court in his murder trial 👍🏼
Good times! 👍🏼
Did he hide body parts in those toilets?
An old trick is to shove a beer glass into a toilet. It fills with shit and the staff have to deal with it. Customer revenge....
@@NoNameneeded1984 I've had some cunts shove a beer glass into the hollow centre of a toilet roll and then dump the toilet roll and beer glass combination into the toilet. Absolute hell to get out of there
La Trobe uni probably
The outer western suburbs of Melbourne are a whole different thing.
I was in sunshine once after knocking off work and decided to get a pint before catching my train home.
Walk up to the bar, take a seat and order me drink.
Bloke next to me (Could smell him before I could see him) asks "Hey mate, how heavy's your bag?"
I respond "UUUUhhhh pretty heavy I guess" in which he responds, nearly cutting me off "Let me feel how heavy it is mate".
At that point I finish my beer and grab it off the ground muttering something like "Sorry mate, train leaves in a few minutes."
He then grabs the strap of my bag as I go to put it on and just holds on to it.
Bloke behind the bar is just sitting there and says "just give him back his bag, it's not worth getting in trouble again for".
I awkwardly try to kinda tug it off him as he keeps repeating "Just lemme see how heavy it is mate; just lemme feeeeeeeel"
Eventually after about 2 excruciating minutes of this, a whole bar of people staring the bartender just kinda negotiating with him to let go, he eventually does. As the door swings close when leaving I just hear "It wasn't even that fucking heavy the poonce"
Double trouble here. Worked for a Merivale venue and got taken advantage of for years. They paid for my forklift licence but didn't increase my pay once I was operating heavy machinery. As well as sooo many other dodgy things. One of my jobs was ordering the lollies/snacks they put out in the gaming room. We ran out of lollies because one of the managers took the last box (who would normally last us till the next weekly order) as he had a kids party and needed supplies. I got my ass chewed out for it by the licensee for not ordering a box of lollies and even when I showed him my count sheet that said we had a box and someone must of taken it he told my manager I needed to have my shifts cut. It started an internal war as my manager backed me and knew another manger had taken it and it led to the licensee leaving, me quitting and threatening legal help and my cellar manager quitting which causes the whole venue to collapse. And then spring back with a whole new batch of dumb 18 year Olds just happy to have a job who would complain. It's the Merivale way baby
I’ve worked with pokies for the last 7 years and the worst thing I’ve ever seen was a guy coming in at about 10am and taking a seat at one of the machines. everything seemed fine for a little bit until he began to pass out, falling backwards off his chair and his pockets exploding like he was some sort of video game character, as he drops 3 bags full of a certain white crystal substance. I then call the police and ambos while making sure he’s okay. He then wakes up to about 6 cops around him and starts trying to fight them off as they pin him to the ground and handcuff him.
I once worked at an RSL back when you could smoke inside (so yeah, I'm old), while I was picking up an empty glass beside a pokie, the old woman playing the machine ashed her cigarette right in my face. I jumped back and swore, as you would, it hurt, but the woman never even looked up or acknowledged I was there . She was too hypnotizes to even realise anything was happening outside her pokie screen
I work in a bar with pokies, it breaks my heart seeing people en-trance themselves for hours, barely aware of there being an outside world, but I guess thats what they're actually playing them for. The end of the night I empty machines where these people sat and the stacks of cash are HUGE, its so sad
hahahha! amazing. i was waiting for this segment.
About 2 decades ago I worked at a back-packers bar in Melbourne's CBD called the "Joint" . If you're from Melbourne you'd know of it if someone mentioned a pub that had escalators to gain entry. I liked to call those escalators the skin graters.(Clip of homer "I call the big one bitey") At the time the shithole was open 24hr to the public, imagine the people we used to get. The rats literally came out from the gutters to drink the swill. One quiet night around 3 in the morning a couple decided to get a little randy on a pool table. Whilst the dude was providing some cunnilingus, my manager threw a cleaning bottle, hitting the dude in the head, making his face go deeper into the muff. Whilst enjoying the shot he just made , my manager then proceeded to shout "WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHER THINK! " Thats just one of many tales from the Joint.
Worked in a pub that turned over half a mil through the pokies the day it reopened after the covid shut-down. One of the managers used to keep customers in the pokies (and gather mad tips mind you) by leaving THE TOP *FOUR* BUTTONS on her shirt undone and leaning over the old blokes to reset their machines.
Anyway long story short I walked in there to do the hourly disinfecting run (required during the start of pubs opening back up "post covid") and managed to spot her getting motorboated by a patron. Lol
GODDAMN SHE'S A BAD BITCH
I used to work at Crown Casino in Perth. One of our regulars Doris (mid 70s) would come in every weekday night with a bag of $1 and $2 coins (like one of those brown sacks with a green $ on it) and progressively feed the entire thing into this one Gorilla/Jungle themed slot machine. Same time, same bag, for about 3 years. One day my mate Pascha asked her about the coins, and apparently her husband found a treasure chest while diving in the 90s, and since he died, she would use his buried treasure for the chance to "win big" at the pokies. Sorry if this didn't make sense, I'm Colombian and English is my second language.
I frequent casinos in the US fairly normally and while I've never done anything one of the scariest things I saw was a fire alarm being triggered and not a single person getting up from their machine; I've also seen power being lost in entire sections of the casino during a bad storm, usually they reroute it away from the bathrooms and dining halls to the slot rooms. Tons of people like to just sleep or charge their phone instead of play which is a lovely site and smell!
There was an older lady that would come into the pokies room at the leagues club I worked at several years ago. She'd bring with her whatever knick-knack she deemed "lucky" at the time and conduct little rituals with it before playing the machine; like she'd touch the screen and the buttons with it while muttering something to her self, touching the screen where it said the payouts etc. She would then only touch the machine with the item. When she inevitably lost money on the night, she'd just leave the "now unlucky" item at the machine she lost at. We collected these items at work and displayed them in the cashbox office as trophies lol
I worked in a dive bar in Brisbane for a few years. Hated having to work the pokies room, pure sensory hell in every way, plus taking the same old blokes' pensions day after day. There was some 'sad old single guy' accommodation above the venue, every day the old boys would be lining up outside the bar tapping on the windows waiting for 10am when we opened, then sit there and feed gold coins into the pokies, nursing a couple warm pots of XXXX Gold and nibbling the odd sausage roll or party pie all day. No wild story, it was just constantly grim.
Used to work at a bingo parlor, lots of stories there. My favorite is probably when we had this guy come in, used to be a regular but he spent a few years in jail. He was spending big all night, but at some point one of the workers came to the front desk saying that the money she got was “weird”.
It was damp, stained, and smelled awful. We notice throughout the night that the aforementioned guy kept picking at his ass, would go to the bathroom, and come out and go on another spending spree.
He was hiding money up his ass and giving it to us. Our manager ran around showing it to all the other workers, and we were just cackling like little kids.
good lord
Australian money surviving the ol' prison wallet is just another reason why it's the best money in the world.
I've worked in pubs and clubs for the past decade, the pokies in most venues is the last part of the pub to close because of this you often end up with all the intoxicated patrons that the other bars couldn't be arsed to cut off.
One night there was a function on, the local police were having a retirement party. As per usual I ended up with them at the end of the night all heavily intoxicated. One of the female officers started flashing me, when I told the manager he told me that I the bartender had to go kick them out. When I approached the officer that had been flashing she grabbed me by the cock and asked me if I liked what I saw. After we got them out THE SAME OFFICER returned and tried to use her badge to re-enter the premises when she was told she couldn't come in because she was too drunk.
I also have stories of patrons shitting themselves one lady even changed her tampon at the pokie machine all because they wont stop gambling for anything.
Got a good poo one. Worked at a bar in Newtown that had a big pokies section. One day around 11am a real old fella came through the venue and sat in the pokies for a bit, he then proceeded to shit himself. He obviously noticed the discomfort and walked to the bathroom leaving a nugget on the seat and a trail of liquid shit in his wake. Shortly after the gaming attendant had cleaned it up he walked out of the toilets and back into gaming. He then went to sit down, stopped and stated loudly “it stinks like shit in here, I’m leaving”. Then buggered off. Gotta admire the balls on him.
Worked at a bar in Wollongong when I got out of school and I was working alongside this weapon of a bartender who could do cocktail kung fu like Tom Cruise.
During a semi busy night he was teaching me a trick with a glass and tumbler as I wanted to impress the ladies.
What happened instead was while shaking a tumbler and glass, the glass slipped from my hands and smashed on a poor girls head.
A day later I "resigned". Needless to say the closest I got to smashing chick's there was by accidentally glassing that poor girl.
Holy shit 😂 poor woman. But she'd also probably had some rough nights at Glass House too.
Used to work in the pokie room at a pub in Brisbane just outside fortitude Valley, and my second day on the job this guy walks in at around 10:30am just after we opened with no shoes no shirt and a used syringe behind his ear like a pencil. We also had this one really old italian regular that would come in at exactly 1pm every day and stunk of piss so bad we used to basically follow him around the pokie room with a can of air freshener but management refused to kick him out because of how much he was spending in there.
I worked for an independent pub with 52 pokies in Mackay. We were open until 5am, most clubs kicked people out at 3am after lockout. All the drunk kids would blow their paychecks because they had nowhere else to go. Aside from that, the amount of junkies and dealers that would come in after 330-4am with the biggest Rolls of $50 notes. You just know they were money laundering. But there really isn't much you can do about it. You can't assume where someone gets their money from when reporting, and reading the information on it back then feels like it was more tailored towards organised crime money laundering.
On top of that, I've had people piss on seats, shit themselves, throw up in cups and just place it next to a machine. People playing 4 machines, or cashing up their friends so they're playing like 10 machines.
Not to mention rewards systems either.
The systems we used tracked our Highest spenders and we'd gift them vouchers to the restaurants or hotel rooms. They'd eat, sleep, gamble and repeat.
It's against the law to incentivise gambling and yet they all seem to get away with it! What are the Licencing Police doing FFS??
@@TaureanTrish the thing is, it's so easy to not explicitly reward people in terms of incentivising gaming. The points system generally is more of a cash back for how much you spend and any vouchers etc could be from their status at the hotel as a frequent guest
@@undra1000 Yep, they know every trick in the book...
The fact that at 4:01 the word “kicking” is censored is hilarious to me 😂
I worked in a bistro/pokie venue in Reservoir Melbourne, its an interesting suburb to say the least with a good blend of commission homes and first home owners buying houses next door to the crack dens. Back to the pokies,
Ive got two stories,
The first one, so the pokie room used to close at 2/3 am and re open at like 7 am i think, this little old grandma got in pretty close to the opening time and jumped on a pokie machine where she played. Later that night... yes night, staff noticed an unpleasant smell coming from the area she was in, but couldn't pinpoint it. It wasn't until she left the venue at 10 pm, where we realised that she had left a pile of shit on the seat she had sat on for 15 hours!... the morning staff didnt see her leave and the night staff didnt see her arrive and it wasn't until they looked at the cctv they realised she didnt leave the machine all day. The chair was taken out the back, hosed off and thoroughly cleaned. Sadly we were quite used to dealing with shit there...
The second story, this woman whom lived up the roads got banned twice from the venue. Look... to put it bluntly, some women are curvy... she was just one curve.. round, she was enormous, i used to drive past her house on the way to work and she'd always be sitting at the front with 6 kids orbiting her like moons. Anyway, she got banned twice from the venue because she kept getting caught giving old men handjobs and blowjobs for money inside the venue... not outside around the corner, not in the toilets... quite literally in-front of the pokie machine, so yeah.... when i had quit she still wasn't allowed back at the venue.
Bonus story, this venue had a kids playground, where parents would dump their kids off to play the pokies for a few hours then complain about the price of a kids ice cream after losing hundreds of $$$ anyway. This one kid shat in the slide at the venue, it was one of those enclosed slides so you couldnt see it... but yeah well.... a bunch of kids went down the slide afterwards, smearing shit everywhere, kids running around covered in shit, us staff unable to locate parents, the slide in a state to say the least, angry customers because it stank when the kids ran around the eating area because they had SHIT all over them, good lord what a night.
At the Burvale Hotel late one night, I watched someone playing Trackside (the simulated greyhound/horse racing) put $4k each way on number 1 in every race for an hour. Bloke turned over nearly $200K and walked away positive.
Also got to see the refurbishing warehouse for the Victorian pokies, where one of the technicians said new machines are worth 90k and only get 3 month warranties. They had ten thousand machines stacked on pallets and shelves and were worth maybe $300 now.
I used to work in the pokies and some lady came in one day and started meowing and the pokies machine every time she would slap the button. Then when she got a feature/major she would let out a loud howl like she was a wolf. The managers decided not to kick her out even thought she was making everyone uncomfortable because she was spending heaps of money. After that day i never saw her again.
A friend of mine became a manager at a Pub that closed at 3am. The absolute worst shift was "clean up", when you'd have to sweep all the seniors out of the Pokies (almost every time against their will) whilst having to actively look out for piss and shit on the floor, like a toilet version of minesweeper. He said the worst/best part was looking back at the camera footage to spot how it was done.
Most scat thing I saw working at the Bathurst RSL was someone's grandma spewing red wine up all over her self. Slumped up in her chair bubbling like a fountain.
Worked at the RSL in Coffs Harbour. The lack of light and clocks, and the constant dopamine hit light and noise show doesn't just mess up punters. Frequently worked an 8 hour floor shift, came home and did it all again in my dreams. Also, three bikies threatened to kill me for asking them to stop swearing so loudly. got out of that one by pretending i wasn't in danger and wearing a slightly off-putting smile.
Ah yes, Coffs Harbour. The unofficial capital of the lowest socio-economic electorate in the entire country (Cowper). It's probably the most disgusting collection of entitled welfare bogans you'll ever see. I had a shop there for nearly three years, I'm still scarred from that experience. Ye gods it's a shitty town. There are families there who have lived on welfare for generations, entire swathes of the populace have no idea what it is to work for a living, they just walk around with their hands out. Some days I found it hard to believe I am the same species as those deplorable shameless wastes of skin. I live 25 mins away but I'll do just about anything to avoid going to Coffs, it's a truly awful town, anyone who says otherwise has never been anywhere else. I've never set foot in the pokies room at the CEX, I can only imagine how bad that must be. The only times I've ever been to that place is for live bands in the venue upstairs, like I said, I avoid the town like the plague.
I worked in bars and nightclubs for many years and have so many stories, I wish I saw the last one in time but I didn’t.
One of the times I worked in a popular Sydney nightclub during Mardi Gras. I was serving people and the only person on one of the bars. There was a couch across from the bar. I saw a girl with her head back and then a dude making out with her. She looked to be enjoying herself way more than a typical kiss. I looked closer across from the crowd and sort of jumped to see … it was two dudes and a girl having a threesome. I couldn’t call security because the radio had been taken, and I didn’t want to go break them up in case I got covered in some bodily fluid. I just tried to block it out and focus on pouring drinks.
Lots of stories from there actually but I won’t get into it.
Pokies; just depressing. At an old pub I worked at we had a bar and pokies. There was a man there all day, very respectful but clearly couldn’t afford to be putting in what he was putting in. He came with over $500 from his paycheque at the time and left with $100, still considering it a win. He told me how he played it down and then back up, saying he’d finally cracked the code and worked out how the machines worked.
I explained to him (we aren’t supposed to do this) that the probability of the machines is to not pay out most of the time and do it just enough to make people think they’ve got a trickle of a profit. He said he’d been playing them for decades and knew how they worked. Couldn’t fathom how he’d incurred a $400 loss that day, the focus was on the $100 win. I offered the brochure about gambling to him but he declined, quite respectfully. The conversation was very respectful but yeah he was convinced. He was very kind, albeit very enthusiastic about the machines. Seeing people like this was always just depressing. I stopped working there shortly after this and focussed on just working in bars and nightclubs.
This is in Canada. My friend worked at a casino and several times would end a shift and come back the next day and the same old lady would be sitting at the same slot machine. She also once had to kick someone out because their odour was bothering other people. There was also one guy that completely filled the coin tray with piss.
I also learned from her that on average it takes about 6 months to completely run out of money gambling (maxing out your credit card, mortgaging your house, etc.) and it's very common in Niagara falls for people to hit rock bottom and walk out of the casino and right off the edge of the cliff there.
Okay the bloke at 4:15 obviously deserves the job the fact he got blackout drunk and STILL CAME TO WORK THE NEXT DAY speaks volumes.
Worked as a bartender for a year or so, not a huge amount to mention, the floor manager was on E every odd day and there was a cockroach infestation. The only other event of note was when I was mixing premix in the back. I'd finished mixing and pouring the premix in the bottle, when a dead cockroach floated to the top of the bottle, because some arsehole hadn't put the cap on. I poured the whole lot down the sink and made mention of it to the owners' son, who kind of managed the bar areas, just so he would put out the message to screw the caps on. He says "you should have strained it into another bottle and tossed the cockroach, that's a waste of liquor". The place had so many fucking problems. Another example of cockroach chaos is when I was working kitchen hand in the back, I found the entire shelf area for cooking covered in cockroaches and cockroach shit, all the platters that were used covered. Chef refused to do anything so I walked out and told the manager at the time if they ever wanted me in that kitchen again i'd quit on the spot. 10/10 great first job.
I worked at a bar for 10 years while going to Uni and then having a proper day job and oh lord the amount of shit customers see when they go out is nothing compared to what is hidden from them.
I think my favorite story is probably one of the most footy stars at the time turned up to our club, was understandably swamped with fans and after a while asked for VIP so we put him up in a private booth. 2 hours later I'm checking the private carpark and there him and his girlfriend is, off their faces chucking into the gutter near the bosses car. Wish I had taken a picture now but you have to protect the customers so we cleaned them both up and then got then one of the (sober) staff drove them to the hotel. We don't do tips but they chucked a couple hundred to the driver which was nice, bought us a couple rounds at the next hospo night.
The 10 years involved a lot of drugs, alcohol, gangs, getting knives pulled on me, getting punched kicked and spat on but I do miss it.
I work at a Casino in the call centre. The one with the seagull roasters out front. A couple months ago I got a call from a person stating the security team was glaring at them from across the road and while he admitted he was escorted out he said he did so politely but was told he couldn't wait out front for a taxi. I put him on hold, called security who said they were waiting for the cops to come get him because he had gotten up for a piss. While his machine was unattended another patron took "his" machine and so the gentlemen decided to boot him in the head completely out of the blue. Knocking him out cold. I'll never forgot how calmly he spoke to me, as if everything he just did was completely normal behaviour.
Second hand from someone I used to work with who themselves once worked at a pokies place: They said if any machine was paying out too frequently, all management had to do was flip a switch (not even on the machine but in a control room iirc) and it would immediately stop landing wins.
Yeah, I heard about that, about the switch, thought it was an urban legend.
@@balung I guess it could be just that. Maybe this person never saw it happen themselves but was just told it existed as a joke or something. I dunno, that's the problem with second hand anecdotes haha
I once had a guy give me a $50 tip after a big win in the pokies. Then bought a caesar salad from work ($$$$) for lunch, as i was now $50 richer. He then called me into the pokies room (while i was eating) and asked me for the money back as he'd spent the other 3k already. Gave it to him, which he promptly put back into the machine, upping his bets to $5 a slap. Saw my tip go within a matter of 30 secs.
Should have just given him the change if anything!
I like the supposedly cameraman person. He happens without warning and is quite a shock, like a repeating guest star.
This old lady who would come into the Pokies in Frankston every day once got so mad because she was losing money left drunk and drove her car into the building. Pretty normal afternoon.
That was a pretty sweet Mr Burns impression.
2:21 this moment is gold your genuine laughter is beautiful
Do worst jails of Austrailia! I work in an American Jail and I want to hear what it's like across the pond!
Not a pokie worker, but I’m on a cruise ship right now.
They had a great Gatsby event, everyone dressed up nice, girlfriend and I after partying until midnight decided to walk around to the casino.
We get in there and it’s filled with corpses blankly hitting the button on the pokies, we walk in for about 3 seconds and are hit with this toxic aroma of shit.
We try to push in through to exit the other side of the cruise casino and the smell gets worse, I look around and see some old zombie dripping from the side of his pants. He had liquid shit dripping down on himself and kept on playing.
This was last night.
Went to the arcade and played a halo shooter instead of going gambling.
Pokies story? My time to shine.
In the late 2000s I worked in an rsl, one of those older ones. I was the gaming guy in the floor of the pokie machines for my shift, and had to service the machines when needed.
I distinctly remember some guy sitting there, pushing the spin buttons, holding his empty scooner up to his face and barfing in it, all without breaking eye contact from the police machine screen.
We threw out that glass.
I used to work in a small country town pub and drive the courtesy bus. One night i was driving a man home and it was completely quiet in the bus. All of a sudden he said "see ya" to which before I could ask what he was talking about he jumped out of the moving bus at 50km. He knocked himself out and pissed his pants. I called the ambulance but before they could get there he ran off into the night and I never saw him again.
Round of applause for jordies upload schedule!!!
I was visiting Perth, WA from the U.S. . I went to a bar & after about an hour there, a bouncer asked me to watch the door. It was a side door, not the main door, but people were still trying to get in. I don't know if he had to piss, or what, but I did it because I felt I'd risk being kicked out if I said I was too nervous. Not like I've ever done that job before. He came back about 10 minutes later. It was a weird experience. But I loved my time in AUS! I felt more home there than where I'm from!
You should ask for stories from people who worked in plaintiff law firms like Shine and those “no win, no fee” places. They would have some cooked stories from the nutters they deal with. I speak from dealing with their shit all the time as a defendant lawyer
Ex pokies worker here, we had a literal NOTEBOOK of the patrons PIN numbere cuz they were too dementia riddled to remember them.
Would be great to see grocery store stories
2 little girls (>10yrs old) walked into the pokies, went to tell them off and the older one said she was an adult with a medical condition. I told the cheeky shit to show me her ID. Walked her back to her dad who was very confused why I was escorting his kids back from "the toilets".
Mate of mine was out with his family at Goodna RSL years ago, when the minutes silence cam around at 5pm some of the more patriotic bogans took exception to people who continued to play pokies during it. What started as an argument blew up into a fight that spilled into the dining area, and my mates brother took it as an opportunity to peg his chicken parma into the fray just cause he thought it was funny.
Work in a pokies in the UK, got some wild ones for you
- Junkie high as shit on whatever, comes outside and destroys one of our signs, thinking he’s making a pizza out of it
- one of my coworkers (who is on the spectrum) gets crushes on the new female staff very easily, Espically if they are on the younger side (18-19) and they are okish. One time he asked a staff worker out and he chased her down the street. He also doesn’t cut his finger nails, so you can imagine how disgusting that is.
- one of my coworkers is constantly eyeing up the teenage girls in the arcade bit (we have a arcade joined up to the building for more money) and constantly says stuff like “I know she’s underage but I’ll have a go at that”
- my boss constantly plays on the machines, Espically the dance dance revolution one
- one of my other coworkers (who is MASSIVLY on the spectrum) is obsessed with the claw machines, too the point where work made a new shift up just for him so he could put in the claw machines and rides just how he likes it, he also constantly comments how lazy people are and then doesn’t 0 work on the shift himself.
But hey it pays the bills
sure sounds like the uk, junkies, nonces and autists.
You should do community pharmacy stories. Trust me.
I work at an RSL in Earlwood (I know) and just last week, the head bartender walked out of the pokies area announcing that he had just found a plastic bag full of piss (it was unfortunately not a reusable bag) Predictably, all of us including the managers looked at it with abject horror before one brave soul decided to throw it out. We've also found used diapers, and cocaine bags in our bathrooms. (I hate gambling addicts)
Yep hes drunk 3:18
I once saw a man sitting on the corner machine when I started my shift. No idea when he came in but he was still there in that exact spot 9 hours later when I left.
Looking back I'm not sure he even got up to Lee the whole 9+ hours
I COULDNT HAVE OPENED TH-cam AT A BETTER TIME YES JORDY ❤❤❤
Pokies Story: Security Guard working at a Bowels Club, watching the entrance and the games room. Out of the corner of my eye, the woman on the poker machine closest to me, who had been there for several hours, won the $50K jackpot. I am thinking "holy shit, someone actually won, cash it out and run!" The woman continues to gamble away her winnings and by the end of the night was lucky to walk away with $6K. She lost $44K in a matter 2.5hrs. I was in utter disbelief and still tell my friends in the security industry that story because it is so fucked up.
Nothing to start the week quite like some questionable confessions
I've worked in bars and clubs in the tweed area for a few years and the main characters that slap away their stolen goods are crackies, bikies, prostitutes, eshays and old people.
Here are my stories:
-A man walks up to the bar (looks like he's on the pipe) asks for water takes off his jumper and walks away. I walk towards the pokies in front of me is a crack pipe laying on the ground where he took off his jumper
-Bikies would to come into the pokies and every boss would ask us to ask them if they wanted any free soft drinks and snacks, because of the amount of money they put in
-my final point is for the old people, they forget so much about everything, that I've had old ladies rub my arms and try and grab my balls. They even forget to use the toilet and shit and piss themselves and continue to play the machines
Worked in a pokies room and have a wealth of stories from gang violence to weird shit like a guy failing to blow his face off with a shot gun in the car park. Gave him the nickname shotgun face.
There are so many good ones here but a personal fave of mine would be "disco stu" a druggie who would sketch out in the car park out on his own like he was dancing to disco hence the name.
We had to bar him because he kept stealing the pubs coffee cups in the pokies lounge. He took so many we had to switch to disposable Styrofoam cups instead.
Shotgun Face. Druggie I went to school with had a girl break up with him, makes a homemade trigger, blows his face off and lives for another month. Probably in regret, but who knows.
That description of Melbourne at the end is so accurate. I used to think it was just hipsters with dyed hair. Then I had to go to the emergency department and saw the other side to it.
I'm a bus driver of fifteen years and have a tale or two.