I’ve decided to repost something I’d written before on one of my other websites. When I was working at a bookies, I wrote something which encapsulated everything about the job I hated. I no longer work at a bookies, instead, at their head office. Although this doesn’t really apply anymore, I can still pick out parts of it which does. I’m now leaving Ladbrokes for pastures new and couldn’t resist this one last ode.

I’ve decided the worst customers apart from those eating out, are gamblers. They treat the bookie like shit, expect whatever they want and then throw a fucking tantrum when they don’t get it fast enough. I don’t understand why the punter comes all the way to a highstreet bookmakers, just to ignore the bookie, or when they do decide to speak, all they do is give abuse, just to leave complaining?

If they wanted to place a bet without talking to anyone, without giving any sign that they are human and have a semblence of intelligence, then they should have bloody bet online! That way they can sit and argue with themself at home and be fucking miserable there without annoying people like me who just does this shitty job for the money.

I don’t appreciate having smoke blown in my face, I don’t like it when I point out the “no smoking at the counter” sign to you and get abuse thrown back at me, with stupid retorts such as “This is a fucking bookies you bitch”, well duh, of course it is, you’re just not allowed to smoke at the counter and blow it in my face, asshole.

And just because the bet hasn’t settled fast enough, doesn’t make it my fault, I don’t input the results into the computer. I don’t fiddle with the cash quest machines either, I can’t. Although I wish I could because you’re a fuckwit, and I’d like you to lose money knowing I caused it. But knowing you lost money because you’re a twat is slight compensation.

I’m not a cleaner, I don’t want to clean up the mess you made in the toilets, because you’re too drunk to aim in the bowl properly. It doesn’t state that I have to clean up your shit in my contract, we have a cleaner for those sorts of things. There is a no alcohol policy in the shop, that means NO ALCOHOL. It doesn’t mean you can hide it somewhere hoping I won’t notice, because I will and I have. And don’t shout at me when I throw it away because it’s your fault you TWAT and can’t read and understand our rules. Don’t bring your noisy, messy fucking bratty children in either, NO UNDER 18′s allowed. All they do is run about screaming, writing on blank betting slips, which I have to spend my time throwing away and replacing.

Just because you’ve annoyed your wife at home so much that you left to come to the bookies, doesn’t mean I will deal with your crap either.