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It has been awhile since I posted a picture to hang on the Wall of Shame. I felt obligated to post this.
The true constant of a psychopath is their modus operandi. The truth was right there hiding in plain sight for 50 years. Bill Cosby reminds me of another man who fell into the evil clutches of Satan, and that man was Pol Pot. Once we taste the sweet nectar of power, there is no turning back. Satan is the Price of Lies, and Bill Cosby served him well. The truth will raise it's ugly head, but the damage is often done. The dead will not rise from the grave. The living will not heal, despite the idea that time heals all wounds. It doesn't. Bill Cosby lived a full, rich life. The time he will spend in prison is a slap on the wrist compared to the pain he has caused, and the damage he has inflicted on all of us.
Yesterday the employees had to attend a mandatory meeting. The theme of this meeting was a "big picture" perspective on how the Boyd Corporation is doing and how the Diamond Jo was doing. The bottom line is the Boyd family is swimming in cash. They are buying casinos for cash on the barrel head. They negotiated a piece of the Illinois slot action. They cut a deal with Fan Duel and are on the brink of getting the go ahead from the Iowa gamming commission to run a Sport Book. It was stressed that all the hard work we have done to push the "Boyd product" is paying off. The point was made that "getting a 20% discount on Subway sandwiches" from the franchise doing business on the property is just one of the great benefits that working for the Boyd family presents.
The hypocrisy that is the "Boyd product" is almost beyond tolerance levels, but the bottom line remains. As long as the Boyds are prospering, I am prospering. I have to just grind it out and continue doing what I am doing. In a short period of time, I will have $10 grand in the bank. I would not have squat if I didn't have this job at the Diamond Jo casino.
As much as I despise the job I am holding down, I would be crazy to give up this gig. I only have to work two days a week. I put in 20 hours. I will make a final baloon payment
on my credit card November 1, 2018 and I will be free and clear. From this point forward, I can sock all my Diamond Jo money away into the war chest. I need $15,000 under my belt to feel good about getting older. That is another thing. No one else wants to hire me. I can't find a sweeter setup. I walk to work. I can save every dime of my paychecks starting November 1, 2018. I have five days a week to pursue my other projects that will provide me the means to walk away from the casino business once and for all.
I have to suck it up, put my time in, and work hard to get something else cooking. This is the reality of where I stand. It isn't a perfect situation, but it could be far worse. I have made steps to make this happen. I have all the course materials put together to teach myself the skills I need to make this happen. I have my harmonica. It is all good.
Time to cook the rice.
I am seriously at the end of my rope when it comes to dealing with the white trash and general scum that the Diamond Jo caters to. I need to hang on for a few more months in order to get my financial act together, and then I will walk away from this shit hole for good. I don't care if I ever walk into the place again. Others have done so, and I think their lives are richer for it.
