Slot Technician Job Description Glassdoor

How Much do We Really Pay Staff (Analysis)

Using the monies deducted from our account to pay bills and staff, as well as the flow of time in game, I calculated how much each staff member makes in addition to how much money we will be losing on such items.
This rundown will, for the most part be presented in table format and will be separated business by business (with the exception of MC businesses as all their costs are rolled into one.

MEASURE OF IN GAME TIME:
This table shows the flow of time in game against real time. All measures of time beyond this table will be referring to in game time. Additionally, all currencies shown below should be read as in game currency.
IN GAME TIME REAL WORLD TIME
1 Day 48 minutes
1 Week 5.6 hours
1 Month 22.4 hours
1 Year 11.2 days

MECHANIC:
We pay the mechanic $1,000 a day. His income is as follows:
EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT:
The executive assistant earns $300 a day. His/Her income is as follows:
PENTHOUSE STAFF & UTILITIES:
$1,300.00 a day is spent on this item.
ARCADE STAFF AND UTILITIES:
The arcade is a bit more complex in estimating as this business generates legitimate profit. As a result the table below will show expenditure as well as gross and net profit. THESE FIGURES ONLY CATER FOR A FULLY UPGRADED ARCADE WITH ALL MACHINES PURCHASED.
Time Expenditure Earnings Net Earnings
Daily $500 $5,000 $4,500
Weekly $3,500 $35,000 $31,500
Monthly $14,000 $140,000 $126,000
Annual $168,000 $1,680,000 $1,512,000
Assuming that 25% of expenditure goes to utilities we can estimate our staff ( Wendy and Jimmy) to together earn an estimated $126,000 annually. i.e. $63,000 each.
The underground staff are not included as these members should be paid from the casino heist.

NIGHTCLUB STAFF & UTILITIES:
This table regards a fully upgraded nightclub and assumes that the nightclub runs at full popularity continually.
Time Expenditure Earnings Net Earnings
Daily $2,000 $10,000 $8,000
Weekly $14,000 $70,000 $56,000
Monthly $56,000 $280,000 $224,000
Annual $672,000 $3,360,000 $2,688,000
The nightclub has 14 staff members: 1 bouncer, 1 cashier charging admission, 5 security guards inside, 4 bartenders, the 2 dancers and 1 bathroom attendant. Assuming that 25% of expenditure goes to utilities, and that wages are divided equally, each staff member earns an estimated $36,000 annually.
This does not include Tony Prince, Lazlow or the resident DJ. These members are part of the club but what exactly their wages are is uncertain.
Neither the security underground, nor the warehouse technicians are included as these members should be paid from the illegal ventures.

BUNKER STAFF AND UTILITIES:
$9,400 a day is spent on this item
The fully upgraded bunker hires 11 staff members: 8 manufactures, 2 security guards and 1 mechanic for the MOC and other bunker vehicles.
Assuming that 25% of expenditure goes to utilities, and that wages are paid to the staff in equal amounts, each member of staff earns an estimated $215,345 annually.

MC BUSINESSES STAFF AND UTILITIES:
For all 5 fully upgraded MC businesses expenditure is as follows.
Daily Expenditure = $24,000.00
Weekly Expenditure = $168,000.00
Monthly Expenditure = $672,000.00
Annual Expenditure = $8,064,000.00
Altogether, 40 persons are involved in the manufacturing process across the board. While 1 guard is assigned to each business.
Assuming that 25% of expenditure goes to utilities, and that wages are paid to the staff in equal amounts, each member of staff earns an estimated $134,000 annually.

TLDR: OVERALL EXPENDITURE
DAILY = $38,500
WEEKLY = $269,500
MONTHLY = $1,078,000
ANNUAL = $12,936,000
(this figure is not a true representation as a player cannot be an MC President and a CEO at the same time)
This estimate assumes:
  1. That income taxes, property taxes and corporate taxes are not taken.
  2. That all wages are equally split among staff members
  3. That 25% of all expenditure accounts for utilities

This concludes my fiscal report thank you for your time. The floor is now open for all questions, comments, criticisms etc.
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Cribs: Maddox edition

Oh hi, I didn't see you there. My name's George, but you probably know me by my pen-name, Maddox. If you hang around Club Cobra on transgender Wednesdays, you might also know me as Heather S. I have an afternoon residency there where I perform burlesque dance routines to the songs of Doug from Hoobastank, and hopefully inspire him to write a few new ones as well. I'm generally the subject of half of the tracks on any given Hoobastank album. That song The Letter was about a letter that I wrote to a former girlfriend after I ended the relationship with her. You remember Losing My Grip from The Scorpion King soundtrack? That was also about the same girl after she dumped... I mean after I split up with her. Remember Me was based on an email I sent to my publisher, Simon & Schuster, after they stopped taking my calls and blocked my number. A funny story: I saw Schuster on Hollywood Boulevard a few days after I sent the email and he completely ghosted me.
Anyway, you've reached my bedroom. This is where the magic happens, baby. No, I didn't attend Hogwarts, but I do have a wand, he, he. That's three flaccid inches of lumpy Armenian pig iron you're looking staring at.
What's that?
You're a prospective buyer here to the view the property. My nakedness is making you question your heterosexuality. Yes, of course, I will put on some clothes, but first let me give you the grand tour:
https://i.imgur.com/UZNZsf5.jpg
1. Shark wall decals
These are actual dead sharks that my enemies tossed onto my lawn in drive-by shark attacks, which were a misguided attempt to intimidate me. Little did they know that, in my Armenian motherland, shark pressing is a national hobby / sport. The best shark pressers can name their salary at one of the top teams in the Hrazdan Cement Shark Pressing Premier League, as long as that price in under 208 US dollars per month, or 58858342.4 units of my own made-up currency, The Madbux, at current levels of inflation.
I dragged the fish carcasses inside before my neighbours could steal them from me. For the next six months I stored them in the communal area under teetering stacks of unsold copies of my last book, 'F*ck Whales', that my publisher forwarded to me. It was like a literal game of the Armenian version of paper, rock, scissors – shark, whale, whaling boat. My decision to ignore the complaints of my housemates and the repeated threats by my landlord to evict me if I didn't remove the dead sharks from the property, paid off in the end. Now I have these decorative conversation pieces, the most commonly asked question being: “Where is that nauseating stench of dead fish coming from?”
I used to own four pressed wall sharks. One night this loud Greek guy called Asterios, who I used to hang out with online, called to tell me that he was flying from New York to L.A. to raid my fridge. Sadly he also ate two of the sharks.
2. Handmade cardboard night-stand
I will never forget a piece of advice that my mother imparted to me, seconds before she demanded that I give her money to play the slot machines in a casino owned by the Chinese mafia:
“When it come to websites and home furnishings, you get what you pay for.”
I took my mother's advice very much to heart when I paid $30,000 for this one of a kind cardboard night-stand, designed by the renowned ingénieur en papier, Bernarde Plumnutt. To the non-discerning eye, it might resemble the kind of box that once contained tins of soup, turned upright on one end. However, Bernarde has assured me that it was crafted by the mandibles of a team of wasps that he trained to reinvent cardboard.
Like all geniuses (myself included, he, he) Bernarde imposes exacting standards upon himself and is extremely self-critical. When I visited him to pick-up my finished night-stand, I found it discarded in the trash. It was only after I had fished it out of the dumpster, wiped the condiment stains off the surface and asked him: “Is this the night-stand you made for me?” that he admitted that it was, and requested that he be paid for it immediately in cash. When I visited him again a few days later he appeared to have moved out in a hurry and left no forwarding address.
I love the distressed sticky tape detailling along the top of the stand. You don't see craftsmanship like that any more.
3. Slime comforter
I used to do a podcast with a guy who calls himself Dick Masterson. Later, I found out that he was a rape supremacist so I cut him off. Despite his rape supremacy, a lot of people still think he's cool for some reason. Here's a fact that maybe you don't know about Dick: His real name is something in Spanish. When you translate it into English, it means 'Duck Horror'. He doesn't sound so cool now, does he?
Back when our friendship was on the rocks, Dick suggested a bonding exercise where we would take peyote in the desert so that we could commune with the the ghost of Jim Morrison, who would give us more peyote, along with some spare tickets he had to a safari park on the astral plane, where we could meet our spirit animals, and maybe even feed them and talk to their keepers.
Dick's spirit animal turned out to be a orange monkey with a tiny, scunched-up face, who immediately stole our remaining peyote and scampered up a tree with it to have a vision quest of its own. I was amazed to discover that my spirit animal was the slime creature from the videogame Dragon Quest. I was hoping that it would communicate wisdom and enlightenment, but it just sat there oozing grossly, with a permanent frankfurter grin plastered inanely across its face. Things get a bit hazy after that. I was arrested naked, driving the wrong way along Highland Avenue on a stolen rider mower that I had mistaken for a jet-pack.
To commemorate my vision quest I paid some bedding technicians, who I met loitering outside MIT, $30,000 for this bespoke slime comforter, manufactured entirely from soy in a Japanese laboratory. The reverence that women show when I explain the comforter's spiritual significance to them is heart-warming. More than one girl has told me: “I'm not fucking you anywhere near that thing.”
4. Cuck pole
This chic, open-plan wardrobe is perfect for the cuckold who wants to get closer to the action without actually taking part. No more standing in the dark, peering furtively though a crack in the door. Simply position yourself behind this rack of clothing, and steal as many shameful glances as you want between the sleeves of your jackets, while your girlfriend engages in session after session of vigorous bare-back pounding with the guy who packed her groceries at Walmart.
This set-up has the added benefit of leaving your bottom half exposed. At any moment your girlfriend can glance over at your skinny, bare legs and the shrivelled stub of your pallid genitalia and be reassured that she is making the right decision in terms of fulfilling her sexual needs. It's win-win all round!
5. Armenia National Security Service listening station
One of the many sacrifices that I made for my father's sacrifice entailed allowing the Armenia National Security Service to annex part of my bedroom for use as a listening station. From this base of operations covert operatives gather intelligence that they use to influence American elections and bend the malleable political framework of this decadent, so-called western superpower to the iron will of the east. There is a good reason why you can't spell American without Armenia.
To ward off unwanted scrutiny, the listening station is concealed behind a green stealth curtain which, when drawn, resembles an impenetrable, corrugated green wall. Western nations would gaze with envy upon Armenia's superior camouflage and concealment technology, if only they were able to spot it.
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NPC Staff Projected Income (Criminal Empire Fiscal Report)

Using the monies deducted from our account to pay bills and staff, as well as the flow of time in game, I calculated how much each staff member makes in addition to how much money we will be losing on such items.
This rundown will, for the most part be presented in table format and will be separated business by business (with the exception of MC businesses as all their costs are rolled into one.

MEASURE OF IN GAME TIME:
This table shows the flow of time in game against real time. All measures of time beyond this table will be referring to in game time. Additionally, all currencies shown below should be read as in game currency.
IN GAME TIME REAL WORLD TIME
1 Day 48 minutes
1 Week 5.6 hours
1 Month 22.4 hours
1 Year 11.2 days

MECHANIC:
We pay the mechanic $1,000 a day. His income is as follows:
EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT:
The executive assistant earns $300 a day. His/Her income is as follows:
PENTHOUSE STAFF & UTILITIES:
$1,300.00 a day is spent on this item.
ARCADE STAFF AND UTILITIES:
The arcade is a bit more complex in estimating as this business generates legitimate profit. As a result the table below will show expenditure as well as gross and net profit. THESE FIGURES ONLY CATER FOR A FULLY UPGRADED ARCADE WITH ALL MACHINES PURCHASED.
Time Expenditure Earnings Net Earnings
Daily $500 $5,000 $4,500
Weekly $3,500 $35,000 $31,500
Monthly $14,000 $140,000 $126,000
Annual $168,000 $1,680,000 $1,512,000
Assuming that 25% of expenditure goes to utilities we can estimate our staff ( Wendy and Jimmy) to together earn an estimated $126,000 annually. i.e. $63,000 each.
The underground staff are not included as these members should be paid from the casino heist.

NIGHTCLUB STAFF & UTILITIES:
This table regards a fully upgraded nightclub and assumes that the nightclub runs at full popularity continually.
Time Expenditure Earnings Net Earnings
Daily $2,000 $10,000 $8,000
Weekly $14,000 $70,000 $56,000
Monthly $56,000 $280,000 $224,000
Annual $672,000 $3,360,000 $2,688,000
The nightclub has 14 staff members: 1 bouncer, 1 cashier charging admission, 5 security guards inside, 4 bartenders, the 2 dancers and 1 bathroom attendant. Assuming that 25% of expenditure goes to utilities, and that wages are divided equally, each staff member earns an estimated $36,000 annually.
This does not include Tony Prince, Lazlow or the resident DJ. These members are part of the club but what exactly their wages are is uncertain.
Neither the security underground, nor the warehouse technicians are included as these members should be paid from the illegal ventures.

BUNKER STAFF AND UTILITIES:
$9,400 a day is spent on this item
The fully upgraded bunker hires 11 staff members: 8 manufactures, 2 security guards and 1 mechanic for the MOC and other bunker vehicles.
Assuming that 25% of expenditure goes to utilities, and that wages are paid to the staff in equal amounts, each member of staff earns an estimated $215,345 annually.

MC BUSINESSES STAFF AND UTILITIES:
For all 5 fully upgraded MC businesses expenditure is as follows.
Daily Expenditure = $24,000.00
Weekly Expenditure = $168,000.00
Monthly Expenditure = $672,000.00
Annual Expenditure = $8,064,000.00
Altogether, 40 persons are involved in the manufacturing process across the board. While 1 guard is assigned to each business.
Assuming that 25% of expenditure goes to utilities, and that wages are paid to the staff in equal amounts, each member of staff earns an estimated $134,000 annually.

TLDR: OVERALL EXPENDITURE
DAILY = $38,500
WEEKLY = $269,500
MONTHLY = $1,078,000
ANNUAL = $12,936,000
(this figure is not a true representation as a player cannot be an MC President and a CEO at the same time)
This estimate assumes:
  1. That income taxes, property taxes and corporate taxes are not taken.
  2. That all wages are equally split among staff members
  3. That 25% of all expenditure accounts for utilities

This concludes my fiscal report thank you for your time. The floor is now open for all questions, comments, criticisms etc.
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I was paid to watch people being killed... [Part 1]

“TO THE NIGHT SHIFTGUY, FROM THE DAY SHIFT GUY. I AM DRUNK ON THE J-O-B.
I CANNOTT PARCIPITATE IN THIS ANY LONGER. I THOUGHT I HAD NO CHOICE BECAUSE MY DAUGHTER SICK BUT THIS IS NOT OK, NO MATTER WHAT THOSE MEN DID. HOPEFULLY YOU FEL THE SAME WAY AND THINK OF HOW TO DO SOMETHIG ABOUT IT. I CANNOT HANDLE IT.I FEEL SO MUCH GUILT AND SHAME FOR WHAT I HAVE BEEN PART OF THAT I DO NOT DESERVE MILLION DOLLARS. I AM GOING TO THE JUNGLE NOW WHERE I DESERVE TO BE. FUCK THIS PLACE AND WHO LURED US HERE. FUCK MONEY. I AM A PIECE OF SHIT. I HOPE YOU DO BETTER.”

Along with an electronic key card for the east door, this is what had been placed on the control panel prior to my shift a few days ago. A very perplexing, guilt ridden and drunkenly assembled note from the day shift guy…the one who I believed to be the only person on this island other than myself.
I’ve never actually met him over these past three months. We each work an 11 hour, 59 minute shift, every day. He from 8:00am to 7:59pm and I from 8:00pm to 7:59am. We have one minute for the shift change. I wait outside the control room at the west door and as soon as he exits the through the east side, the lock on my door becomes ready to open with my key card. So, other than the scent of his cologne, the pot of coffee he leaves brewing for me and the empty bottle of cognac currently sitting on the control panel, I know nothing about him. I don’t know his name, age, or nationality. All he’s been to me is the source of the ass warmth on the cold leather desk chair when I sit down every evening at 8PM sharp.
In order to help you understand what the hell is happening on your chosen electronic device’s screen at the moment, let me take you back just a bit.
I’m in debt. A shitload of debt to be exact, and four months ago I was unemployed for a number of reasons I won’t get into. My rent was due, my truck was being moved every few hours to stay out of sight of the repo man, and I was showering with bottled water from the apartment building’s fountain due to a ‘misunderstanding’ with the utilities commission. I was in a bad way, for sure.
I’m an I.T. professional with a couple impressive degrees and 15 years of experience, so I know a lot of shit and finding a job had never been difficult for me…until this most recent tangle with irresponsibility, of course. So, I was scrambling to find work before the property management company threw me out on my ear. Plus, that fountain water and stolen hand soap from the lobby is doing a real number on my skin. Monster, Glassdoor, The Ladders…I had hit them all, willing to take just about anything. After far too long I began to grow despondent, until finally one day this email appeared in my inbox.

“Hello, Kyle. My name is David Danbury and I represent parties who are eager to have you in their employ. We’ve seen your profile and resume on several job sites and must say we’re quite impressed with your skill set--although one immediately does wonder why a man with your talents is looking for what appears to be his sixth job in the past five years?
Nevertheless, I am here to present to you an opportunity for a one time, three month contract overseas. The work will not be challenging for an advanced professional such as yourself (although you may find it difficult without the ponies to play), but you will be almost completely isolated for the duration of the contract. Although long periods of solitude can be maddening for some, I have no doubt a man with your ability to get out of sticky situations can handle some extended alone time.
If you should choose to take the assignment, I can guarantee your safety and security as long as you stay within the guidelines and boundaries presented to you. The work will be stale and boring, just as you found your life to be once you discovered the thrill of Vegas, and you will be paid as soon as the terms of your contract have been satisfied. You will find the compensation to be substantial, to say the least. We both know you could use the money at this point…
If you’re interested in this assignment please reply in kind and I’ll send you the paperwork and instructions for your travel.
Sincerely,
David Danbury, Esq.


I’ll skip the bullshit about ‘thinking it over.’ The truth is, I couldn’t accept fast enough. I’m in debt, remember? For three months I could handle anything, but I know what these contract jobs consist of; high hourly pay, fat per diems, and nice hotel rooms.
Now, I’ll spare you the details of my travel and arrival. Reddit doesn’t have the attention span for that kind of thing, and truthfully, I’m as guilty as anyone of scanning past the fluff in an nosleep tale to get right to the meat and bones of it. Yeah I know, someone worked hard on all that fluff. I did too, then deleted it when I knew no one would care. So, here’s that meat and bones…
I was picked up and delivered by plane, basically blindfolded, to a small island in the middle of somewhere and left standing inside the door of a concrete bunker with nothing but my suitcase and a stack of instructions on, of all things, dot matrix paper—and no…it wasn’t stripped or separated. Some asshole is out there having a grand old time handing this archaic shit to unsuspecting contractors.
While littering the hallways with side strips I explored my work and living situation while scanning through the instructions. The work was simple…diagnostics and debugs, software updates, calibration and testing of lines and connections, and other general maintenance for a bunch of communications and video equipment.
My living quarters was really pretty damned sweet. In addition to all the bottled water I could ever need for showering, I had a nice big bedroom with a sitting room off to the side, a large, fully stocked kitchen, a few TV’s, a VR headset, tons of video games and several hundred movies. And to top it all off, there was a large selection of alcohol and beer.
I walked the main hallway where I found a good sized fitness room with all sorts of workout stuff, another big kitchen with a small cafeteria, a few more vacant living quarters identical to mine, and a big pantry with an endless amount of supplies and necessities. There were several rooms full of the equipment I would be maintaining, all of which was brand new stuff from the top manufacturers. .
The hallway ended at the big steel door to the room where I would spend the majority of my 11 hour, 59 minute shifts. Attached to the door was an envelope with my name on it.
“Hello Kyle, and welcome to your home for the next three months. The room beyond this door will be the hub of your operations and you will be sharing it with another technician. Your shift will begin promptly at 8:00PM each night and will end at 7:59AM the next morning. DO NOT arrive late or leave late. When the daytime technician’s door closes at 7:59PM you will have one minute to open the lock with the included magnetic keycard. Once you’ve opened the door it will remain unlocked for the remainder of your shift so you can move freely about the west end of the facilities. Under no circumstances are you to interact with the day technician. This work is part of a controlled study and it is critical that your duties be conducted 100% independently. In addition to this, it is STRONGLY suggested that you DO NOT leave the bunker. For reasons of personal safety, you are not locked inside, but let us assure you, outside the bunker is somewhere you only want to be as an absolute last resort.
Good luck, and remember…safety first!”

Everything went down as described. The work was gravy. So gravy in-fact that it would have made a great Poutine for our Canadian friends. You nasty fuckers. Who ever dreamed up mixing brown gravy and curdled cheese anyway??
I ran through the scheduled checks, calibrations, reports each night. I arrived at the door a couple minutes early, heard the door on the other side slam shut, and shoved my card in the slot as soon as the lock’s activation indicator went green. Although it was probably against the rules, the day shift technician left a fresh pot of coffee brewing for me each evening and I began to do the same for him each morning. How did I know the other tech was a man? It was the cologne. Kenneth Cole, circa 2005. I bought a bottle back then at the suggestion of the new lady I was seeing. She was bat shit crazy and I barely managed to cling to my sanity for the four months we were together. That one is an nosleep all of its own. I will *never* forget that scent. Not ever…
Everything was going smoothly for a long ass time. I ran into very few problems in my work, and they were solved quickly and without disruption to the gear under my care. My life may be in a constant state of uncertainty and downright chaos, but when it comes to equipment? Those devices are my babies. I take great pride in my work and it’s ALWAYS first class.
I really didn’t know what all the shit was for, though. The functions I performed were strictly for operational stability. Were the video monitors connected? Was the video storage equipment running smoothly? Was it cold enough in the server room? Were the video test images (a loop of wild horses galloping on the beach) clear and sharp? I just kept everything functioning and ensured all the backup systems were good to go at any moment.
So who was running all this sweet ass gear? The day shift guy, I presume. All those damned video monitors in that control room were for something, and it was a big something. At the time I figured the island was probably under surveillance from coast to coast to coast to coast. Why? Who knows…I didn’t particularly care, but I did feel a bit cheated when I propped my feet up on the terminal and all I got to see was horses kicking up wet sand and tossing their manes back and forth like a shitty beer commercial. I had watched that scene so many times that after a couple months I knew every detail. I had the horses named, had picked out which ones were married, which were single, which were cheating, who the assholes were, and various other daytime soap opera kind of shit.
Why not fire up a movie? Because I HAD to watch that loop. I spent an hour every night with my eyes glued to those screens, making sure not a pixel was out of place. I was under clear instruction that everything should be perfect at all times.
So what the hell did the day shift guy do? I presume he ran the cameras, collected images, data, wrote up observations, reports, etc. I think he got to be James Bond and I was the inventor in the basement at MI6 who didn’t get any of the glory for keeping Bond’s ass alive. It figured. Life had been pinching my ball sack with a big pair of salad tongs for years, so why expect to get the glorious job? I bet that motherfucker was getting paid double my salary. Asshole. HOWEVER, he did brew a great cup of Joe.
My free time was spent doing a little of everything. I like to work out, although with no money for a gym membership I’ve not exerted much energy lately outside of running from bill collectors. So I hit the gym, watched movies, surfed the web, and ate a shit ton of good food. One thing I do miss is gambling. I’ve spent my fair share of time at tracks and in casinos, for sure. It’s a rush like nothing else, but when you crash you crash hard. I crash too often.
Truth be told, I’m a mess. I have an ex-wife, a kid I hardly ever see, and I’ve destroyed most of my other interpersonal relationships. Solitary work is probably what’s best for me and I think I’m probably just not a very good person. But don’t think I don’t dwell on that fact—I do. I’ve just yet to actually DO anything about it.
However, everything changed when the day shift guy went AWOL and I found the Island’s residents. And then the plane washed ashore.
…and then the bodies began piling up.



Ok really, now. I’m not gonna put you off until tomorrow just yet.
So back to the letter from the day shift guy. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. I mean…it sounded like he was really torn up about something. Something so bad in-fact, it made him walk out into the jungle never (presumably) to be seen again. And what the hell was he saying about “no matter what they did?”
Seriously, dude. You couldn’t hang onto your guilt ridden conscience another few days for what…a million bucks? Was he serious? Part of me was scared for what I was about to find out, and the other part of me was wondering if I was getting anywhere near a million dollars for my own gig…unless whatever he was doing on day shift was so terrible it would require ridiculous money to keep someone participating.
DSG (as we’ll call him for now) had left the entire operation unlocked and active. The monitors were all running and the control computers were unlocked. Most of the screens had a solid gray color displaying, but some were kicking on and off. I quickly realized they were motion activated, so the camera would run for a while if something was happening in its field of vision and send a live stream to the monitors. The sun was nearly gone and there wasn’t much light remaining, so I figured the night vision on the cameras would be kicking in soon.
I watched the displays come and go for a bit. Nocturnal animal activity, giant bugs landing on the lenses…stuff like that. Then out of nowhere, I saw people. A whole lot of people, to be exact. I’m a shitty guess on crowd size but some very sloppy counting put the number close to 50, if not more. It was like an encampment of some kind. Several fires burned and makeshift torches were set up in a crude perimeter. Everyone I could see was male and most of them were sitting or lying down. Their clothing matched—extremely dirty white coveralls.
Some of the men appeared to be standing guard with homemade spears or clubs, or with no weapon at all. It was surreal to suddenly see other humans on this island that for three months I thought was only inhabited by DSG and myself. They obviously were some sort of group, which meant they had a common origin or source.
One other thing was common…every single one of them looked either scared, angry, or despondent.
As the last bit of evening sun faded off into the horizon, I watched them for a while and let the past couple hours’ events soak in. What were these people doing here? Who were they? What were they scared of? And was I working for whoever was responsible for them being here?
I was pondering all these questions when my screens starting switching on like crazy. Movement caught my eye but it was quick, and whatever I had seen was not alone. The men in the camp (who I’ll now refer to as the captives) went into panic mode, either scrambling to get into the jungle or taking up some kind of defensive position. Judging by mouth movements they looked to be screaming, but I had no audio feed and as best I could tell from searching through the computer, an audio feed didn’t exist. As the chaos unfolded I finally caught a look at what was getting the captives in such a fuss.
SNAKES

At first all I could see was a glimmer of what I now know was their eyes reflected in the night vision. It started with just one, down low, then another and another and even more, and suddenly I was looking at HUNDREDS of eyes seemingly floating along the ground. God they were FAST too, just shooting back and forth. One of the men began to flail around in an absolute panic. I couldn’t see the outline of a snake, but his neck was gone from the sight picture and I could see the glint of one of those snake eyes. It had wrapped the guy up like a scarf and was choking him to death.
Another man was spinning in circles as if he was surrounded by multiple attackers. The tiny lights of the snake eyes were shooting at him like bullets from at least 10 feet out. Striking his legs over and over, then working their way up. He turned away from the camera briefly and when he came back around the moonlight gave me a clear view of his face. He had a snake’s fangs clamped down directly on each eye. I watched his muted screams, pulling at them furiously as the others continued to strike with relentless enthusiasm. Finally the captive managed to pry both snakes free and flung them to the ground. The moonlight caught his face again, and to my horror, I could see the eye sockets were empty.
I shut off the monitors. I could take no more of the nightmare playing out on these screens. I was helpless in my position and watching this was going to do them no good.
I took a break for food, coffee and some deep breathing exercises to calm my nerves. This was fucked up. Those guys were captives for sure, and it didn’t appear to me that the snakes were just naturally hanging out. Plus, the sheer speed and ruthlessness of those things. Geez. That was NOT normal.
Getting back on the main computer, I poked around in DSG’s files with shaky hands. I opened one labeled “DAY SHIFT DUTIES.” I was a little jealous that DSG didn’t get the pleasure of dot matrix paper. The word document was fairly brief.
HELLO MR. IVANOV. PURSUANT TO OUR AGREEMENT, HERE ARE YOUR INSTRUCTIONS FOR HOW TO SPEND THE 11 HOURS, 59 MINUTES IN THIS CONTROL ROOM.
1. EACH DAY, LOCATE THE PARTICIPANTS, COUNT THEM, LOG THE SERIAL NUMBER ON THE BACK OF EACH MAN AND CROSS REFERENCE IT WITH THE LIST PROVIDED IN THE FILE TITLED “PARTICIPANT LIST.” NOTE THEIR BEHAVIOR AND MOOD, AND MAKE NOTE OF THEIR GENERAL ACTIVITIES BOTH AS INDIVIDUALS AND AS A GROUP.
2. LOCATE THE PAIR OF DICE IN THE THIRD DRAWER ON THE RIGHT. TOSS THEM AND MAKE NOTE OF THE RESULT. ON THE HOUR CORRESPONDING WITH THE RESULT OF THE DICE THROW, PLEASE INITIATE THE SEQUENCE DESCRIBED IN THE FILE TITLED “FEEDING TIME” IN THE “NON-HUMAN PARTICIPANTS” FOLDER. FOR EXAMPLE, IF THE DICE ROLL TOTALS NINE, YOU WILL INITIATE THE FEEDING SEQUENCE AT 9:00AM. IF NO SEQUENCE IS INITIATED MANUALLY, THE COMPUTER WILL CHOOSE A TIME AND YOU WILL BE PENALIZED FINANCIALLY. THIS WOULD NOT BODE WELL FOR SVETLANA.
IF THE DICE THROW RESULTS IN AN HOUR OUTSIDE OF YOUR SHIFT, THE SEQUENCE WILL INITIATE AUTOMATICALLY. REVIEW THE CAMERA FOOTAGE AT THE BEGINNING OF YOUR NEXT WORK DAY AND CARRY OUT THE REQUIRED DUTIES DESCRIBED IN PART 1. IF YOU PREFER TO DO SO YOU MAY ROLL THE DICE MULTIPLE TIMES AND PROGRAM THE FEEDING TIMES UP TO FIVE DAYS IN ADVANCE.
-AFTER THE FEEDING PROCESS IS COMPLETE, PROVIDE A DESCRIPTION OF THE EVENT (THE MORE DETAIL, THE BETTER), THE CAMERAS THAT PRIMARLY CAPTURED THE EVENT, THE CIRCUMSTANCE THAT RESULTED IN THE LOSS OF ANY PARTICIPANT, AND AGAIN PERFORM THE SERIAL NUMBER CROSS-REFERENCE, THEN UPDATE THE PARTICIPANT FILE. AFTER PERFORMING YOUR DUTIES, SEND THE FILE TO [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected])
***EACH OF THE PARTICIPANTS HAVE AN ANKLE COLLAR FOR TRACKING PURPOSES. YOU MAY ACTIVATE THE TRACKERS VIA THE INCLUDED SOFTWARE IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO ACCOUNT FOR ALL OF THE MEN BY THE PREFERRED METHODS, BUT MANUAL ENTRY AND DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS IS THE PREFERRED METHOD.
AGAIN, THESE DUTIES MUST BE CARRIED OUT EACH DAY**. WE AGAIN THANK YOU FOR BEING IN OUR EMPLOY AND WISH YOU WELL. WE ARE SURE YOU WON’T LET SVETLANA DOWN.**

So…what the fuck?
“Participants?” “Events?” “Non-human Participants?”
It wasn’t hard to surmise the man’s job was to watch sadistic, brutally violent shit happen to the captives, log the serial numbers of the survivors, and provide post game analysis. I came to the eye-opening realization that I had been going about this mundane existence completely oblivious to the fact that terrible things may be going on all around me. And I was sitting there every night, pounding oreo cookies and making sure the controls of this nightmare were in tip top shape.
I mean…I may as well have been Freddy Krueger’s knife sharpener.

I was blown away and trying to figure out what the hell to do when I realized something…DSG, aka Mr. Ivanov, was gone. And in order to keep the powers-that-be in the dark about his departure, those daily duties still had to be carried out...carried out by ME.

I had just watched “feeding time” happen live. Furthermore, at some point after 8:00AM when his shift would normally start I would have to review the footage, describe the incident, fill out the required logs…

...and roll those fucking dice again.
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Depressed about future prospects

Long story short, my dad suffered a major stroke 2 years ago which left him bedridden in a nursing home and I rage quit my job 1 year ago. My father lost all his asset gambling in his younger days so he had no asset to his name and I have been living with his two sisters (unmarried, my aunts). Normally I should not have to worried about this, but it turns out my Dad only had $2 in his bank account after gambling the CPF he withdrew at our world class casino. He didn't have much insurance because he cancelled them to save on premiums. For what he had, Aviva denied his claim because they claim he false declared his health status on application (many years ago) and will thus "eat" his premium and terminate the policy. The only thing I managed to claim successfully was the DPS and Eldershield thanks to NTUC, but it was after a lengthy one year process to obtain all the "funny" documents they needed. Apparently taking care of a mentally incapacitated person is harder than taking care of a dead person, thanks to red tapes everywhere. You don't just walk and say, I am the son and expect everything to fall into place. There is no one unified system at all.
Nonetheless, there was a whole lot of drama in the first year of his stroke due to the hospital, social workers and incapable relatives that requires me to attend to every single thing like I own the company, and I can take time off anytime I want to be a good son like on television. Eventually I was so burn out that everything finally forced me to rage quit my job after a falling out with management. Stuck in a contract was horrible enough but they were so eager to take advantage of the fact that I needed the job and money, instead of negotiating properly. I also dropped out of private uni because I needed cash flow to pay for all of my father's bills and that Kaplan was insensitive to my predicament by not allowing partial refund of my paid fees. Instead asking me to pay the full amount again when I am ready to re-module. I didn't take that well, so I did not extend the deferment. Let's not say I did not try to get my degree, ok? My dad rather gamble than fund my studies and when I finally saved enough for further studies, I need to pay for his medical needs. I was screwed over hard, and ultimately no money means no paper degree no matter how talented I may be. I even tried to negotiate with the company to send me for training on company time, but its always no training budget for contract staffs. And then the usual, if you go training on company time, then what we hire you for? During my years in the company, never once was I send for training. When there is a new project, they just hire someone to implement it instead of giving me the opportunity. And when its implemented, I get a few power point slides and magically I'm qualified to support the new system. It really is vomit blood.
Although I was jobless for a year, the nice thing was that I was able to get everything settled personally like the good son I should be. Or at least, I thought it should be. But it turns out that putting him in a nursing home does not entirely resolve me of my problem. He has so many medical appointments that requires me to follow up, and if I don't attend, there are funny cases where medication is missing or not collected from the hospital. Or the appointment rescheduled to another time so I can attend. I don't really know whose fault this is since the excuse I keep hearing is that "Sorry, I don't speak English so I cannot understand", so I need to be the one to take care of everything, because once again... I am the son. This keeps taking up my time and I cannot rid myself of them, so this becomes a problem when I want to find a new job. My education level is only up to Diploma and that limits my options. The roles I quality for are pretty much IT Helpdesk / Technicians which don't really have a work life balance option due to over-outsourcing. Pay wise, they are only around $2.6k and it is pretty much a dead end career, so there is no progression path. Having to pay for my father's needs and eventually his 2 sisters as they get older, with this salary really puts me at a lost.
I have a D7 in O'lv math and that is what really screw me over big time but unless I am really that bad at math, I absolutely do not see how I can start a family (If I even have that option) and take care of everyone with a low salary. The reason I need to take care of his 2 sisters is that they took care of me when my father didn't and they took out their savings to pay off my father's gambling debts, which he didn't even brother returning to them when he withdrew his CPF. Even now, when I am not working, for some strange reasons the government's means testing suggest that I can afford to pay $1200++ a month for my father's nursing home and this is excluding all his other medicines and specialist appointments. He has over 20+ medications and among them are anti depressive pills which I don't even have the luxury of taking. As much as I can, I have tried to make ends mean but at some point in time... there is only so much one can do. Social workers I spoke to are like, well live for yourself, not for others. Find a girlfriend! But i look at my situation and I don't exactly see how I even have the luxury to live for myself. If anything, I don't know of any girl in Singapore that would even consider my position as potential boyfriend material. The truth is, I have been fighting by myself for the last 30 years without anyone to seek advise from. Friends? Let's just say, its different from television. Everyone has their own problem and their broken fingernail is more important. The best you can get out of anyone is pretty much, a listening ear on whatsapp and some "You can do it! You should come to church and donate for Jesus's blessing."
I don't blame anyone though and this really issn't a rant post. I appreciate everyone that has been in my life, whether good or bad (everything is a learning experience) but ultimately, there is only so much you can beat out of a dead horse. After considering all possible options, I truly believe that ending my life and letting the government take care of my family's needs might be the best logical choice. Alternatively, I can rob the bank and get myself caught intentionally so I can get some free re-skilling opportunities in jail. Maybe when I come out, I can become some story teller with a very dramatic bestseller book to fund my retirement. To be honest, I don't know what I am expecting from this post, but this is in a way my attempt at screaming for help. Whether I deserve help or how much help I truly deserve, I don't know. Counselors always tell stories where family of 4 struggle with a household income of $2k, and they live a very happy, satisfied life so I will be just fine if I try. But how true is this story really? The bright side is that maybe the hubby can have sex with his wife to destress, but I can't fuck anyone in my family to destress. Maybe the 2 kids will grow up and help to support the family, but my situation aren't even that. I honestly feel that, I have reached the end of the crossroad and this is the end of my bloodline. I don't do drugs, I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't go pub/club, I haven never even gone on overseas vacation, never took a plane before, I save whatever I can. I don't even go to cinemas. I'm not even fat, I eat a very cheap diet that puts me a little underweight but where did this effort ultimately took me? A boring person with an unattractive lifestyle that no Singaporean girls will want to date, and a aging family to take care of. Honestly, where is my future? I don't see any. To be honest, I may not have the budget to spurge on dates even if a girl want me. Singapore is just very plain straight forward. "Bo money ah? Die lor. I only got one life, you want? Come take it la."
Its a pretty long post, much longer than I expected and I thank you if you have read everything. In a way, I felt better after getting this out. If you are responding though, I have a question. If you were in my position, what would you have done? Would suicide really not be the most educated option?
PS: Pls don't suggest investing in cryptocurrencies. I deleted my bitcoin and doge wallet in 2010.
Big Edit: So there are alot of comments way more than I expected and I appreciate all support. I'm not really that responsible a person like some of you think. It is just that, I try to be a good samaritan and so I pick up the slack here and there, and somehow eventually things became so dependent on me that whose else is going to do it, if not me? I'm forced into where I am today not because I want to. I have actually very much considered disavowing my father and then migrating and abandoning everyone for the greater good. If Singapore was bigger, I would most certainly not hesitate to move to another city. Its just that my whole plan was pretty much, once I settled everything. I would kill myself so in a way that was the master plan. I rage quit my job because I knew I didn't need to put up with shit anymore if I am going to die soon. But things wouldn't settle, and it dragged so long to the point where one day I suddenly feel so lonely that I say, maybe I need to do something, walk out of this darkness and attempt to go back to society. But then I have no real plan for it, or maybe I have but I dunno if its a good plan, a bad plan or another disastrous mistake just waiting to happen.
There's alot of suggestions in here and I thank you very much. Its true that if I don't suicide, there can be many options out and some of these options involves ignoring the future ahead and then praying that things will work out eventually. That once I get a job, everything will be better. But the real problem here is, and what I can't solve in my head is which I will elaborate further is that instead of saving money every month, all the money goes into my Dad's nursing home and medical bills. Now my aunts don't make much, so its hard for them to chip in much when they also have their own medical issues. So the bulk falls on me but still we get by. Just that nobody saves any money at the end of each month, and pray that the existing savings don't get touched. Why? Because my aunt will need those money themselves when they grow older and retire. So this puts things in a very weird cycle, especially given how I have achieved nothing in life thus far. So I pay, we pay until my Dad dies and he dies a happy man, well cared for and everyone think I am such a good son. Then my aunts turn come and oh because I was so capable of handling things before, people's expectation would be that "oh, i'm sure he can do it again". So yup, let's do it again. Then eventually everyone dies, leaving me alone without any savings, career or well... let's not say family. I don't want to make this into a sobbing story of "I cannot find a girlfriend because I have no money!!". So well, what do I do? I assume I would be in my late 60s or early 70s by then and I don't expect my health to be 100% perfect so... I die to join everyone in the afterlife.
I feel very sad when I think it that way, but I need not be that sad because things haven't played out yet. That's what many are telling me. But I dunno how to ignore something that will eventually happen anyway. Thus, it is just a simple matter of whether I die now in my 30s or i die later in my 70s. Either way, I die as a failure. But its not "right" to tell say "Yes Gram, pls go and kill yourself. I fully support your decision." so they say, don't worry. Things will work out. But how will things work out? I ask them, they dunno. I ask myself, I dunno. So... what then? It seems like just delaying the inevitable to me.
If I disavow everyone, np. I just restart my life plain and simple, reach 35 buy my own house and throw a house warming party, impregnate my neighbour's daughter by mistake and I start my own family chapter. And I die in my 70s as a successful husband, good father and someone to be "proud" of. But do I need to start my own family? Not really. Do I need a girlfriend? Not really. Do I need sex? Not really. They are all luxury, not a necessity. So I choose to sacrifice myself, but then I feel suicidal and ya the cycle begins again. I'm not a dumb person and by no means have I not considered the possibilities. But what I have considered may not be big enough, since there are options that I am unaware of or misunderstood and that it aren't as bad as I painted it. Ok, I am open to explore it but if the advise is just "Get a job Gram, that's your first step and then start saving!". That is a pointless advice imo, no matter how reasonable it is because it just puts me back to square one. I am not trying to sound unappreciative btw, I am just frustrated at being looked upon like an idiot.
Edit 2: Based on the comments, I realized that from my friends' perspective, I am the dead weight so that might be why they aren't "helping", just act like things will resolve by itself. Well, I can afford to disavow these friends. Thanks for helping me to realize this!
Edit 3: Going through all the suggestions and private messages, I am suddenly feeling very overwhelmed by what needs to be done and what I should be doing. My head hurts really bad and I am starting to regret asking for help when I am not ready to be helped. It is all reminding me what I should have or should not done for a better life, and why I wanted to commit suicide in the first place. Now I remember why I concluded it was easier to simply restart a new life and make sure I do it correctly the next time. Sorry guys, I don't think I can do it anymore. I think things just got worse after asking for help.
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Chc

Kubrick apparently experienced directing the Apollo 11 scam as boring work. In the film, he therefor makes Jack play with a tennis ball, instead of attending to his creative (writing) work. By choosing King’s “The Shining”, Kubrick found exactly the right storyline to make his hidden confession about his involvement in the staged moon landing of Apollo 11. On top of that, the numerological “coincidences” are that the value of “Jack” is 7 (representing the control freaks), and the value of “Danny” is 22, meaning communication!
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PHOTOGRAPHY FILM
THE VEGAS CONNECTION AKA HOW TO PULL IT ALL OFF Once the decision to simulate all moon voyages was made, NASA and the Defense Intelligence Agency moved swftly. A code name was created : ASP (Apollo Simulation Project), and the effort was divided into the following tasks : 1. Secret top level organization and management 2. Intensive security, including counter-intelligence 3. Undercover procurement of personnel 4. Clandestine equipment design, manufacture, installation and operation 5. Coverup communications, including wiretaps and taping 6. Covert planning and special projects (Aerospace "plumbers")
SECRET TOP LEVEL ORGANIZATION & MANAGEMENT After all, as most aerospace insiders know, the Apollo project was actually a military mission to determine the feasibility of using the moon as a military base of operations against foreign powers. Furthermore, almost 75 per centof all NASA effort was basically military - not space! When the capability of controlling orbiting H-bombs became a reality, the moon became far less important to the Pentagon's planners. Who needs a moon base when it's possible to destroy any or all of the planet with bombs disguised as communications satellites that orbit the earth 24 hours a day, they reasoned. However, despite this diminishment of interest, the military was still strongly supportive of any activity that would enhance U.S. prestige worldwide. Thus, the DIA was structured to provide services to NASA, as shown in the chart. How these various departments or divisions functioned is described in the interpretive tabulation.
Although more than 300,000 persons were directly involved in the building of the atomic bomb (1942-45), no significant information whatsoever reached the public. Thus was established a viable precedent for ASP. The ASP managers could not only point to the Manhattan's success in secrecy, but could use their methods. After all, in an America which has been sliding towards a police state for years (wiretaps, no-knock, civilian surveillance), it was a relatively simple matter to apply these techniques of cloak and dagger to ASP. Rigidly tight security develops Itself a perfect position. Anyone can be excluded by the principle of "need to know". Since NASA has always been 75 per cent military and certainly ASP was in this catagory, preventing anyone high or low from seeing certain hardware, data or locations, was as easy as dropping a thick curtain.
Further, anyone who comprised a threat or knew too much could be taken care of In a number of interesting ways. And all of these measures were justified as being the protection of the national interests. One of the first security measures undertaken by the ASP Security Staff was the establishment of a base of operations.
It was the exciting appeal of a nearby resort city. Thus, it was no accident that the ASP base was located 32 miles east of Mercury, Nevada. The land surrounding the base has long been controlled by the U.S. Air Force and the Atomic Energy Commission - a double threat to any Interlopers. In this view of the region it may be seen that any trespassers would show up instantly on the screens of the constantly-on TV monitors. Also, control of personnel through the few checkpoints could be accomplished with efficiency and dispatch.
The Mercury ASP base was desirable from a number of security-related standpoints: 1. Strange shipments could be delivered inside trucks marked with the dreaded "radiation" sign. 2. Staff could come and go via the heavily guarded airfield. An elaborate warning-wave-off radioradar protection system prevented any private planes from using the field except for dire emergencies. Even then, strangers were prevented from actually seeing anything of a compromising nature. 3. Odd noises, weird devices, excavations were permissible since no outsiders had visual or audio 4. Coded communications could be made by regular or incredibly high frequency microwave radio. 5. Tensions could be relieved by making the less-than-one-hour trip to Las Vegas, a 24-hour-a-day, seven-days-a-week, anything-goes resort boasting more than 30 large casinos. Last but far from least, a liason was established with the hidden rulers of Las Vegas, the crime organization chieftans. When needed, services could be exchanged on a mutually beneficial basis, Le., large sums of money for use of expert "button men". The Cosa Nostra staff presented no problems for ASP Security; they had centuries of practice in remaining silent. U.S.-Mafia criminal cooperation was hardly new. Mafia chieftans aided American troops. During the invasion of Sicily during WWII
Staffing ASP was not as difficult as it might appear to the layman. First, everyone has a price although sometimes the price is one's life. Notwithstanding diehards, recruiting of ASP people went swingingly. People love to know secrets and they also love to have lots of money to spend. ASP provided both. Salaries of $50,000 for minor technicians were not uncommon. We have deleted the pay of higher staff personnel out of sympathy for the taxpayer who might be reading this chapter. In addition to salaries, expense accounts for "rest and relaxation" were virtually unlimited. It is interesting to note that during the build-up of ASP facilities near Mercury, income for many of the Las Vegas casinos hit new highs. Three major categories of ASP personnel existed: 1. Top level management, including DIA and supplemental agency support. 2. Interface personnel, many on "need to know" basis. 3. The astronauts themselves.
Recruiting of the first two categories was done on a money first, patriotism second, basis. It was eminently successful. More descretion was required in obtaining the cooperation of astronauts. For these dedicated and brave men, the following arguments were used: A. The moon mission was tremendously important to the continuance of the United States as a (or THE) power in political, military, scientific and technical areas. B. Billions of dollars and several lives had been spent so far; to scratch the mission at this point (1983) would be disastrous to the administration from a public relations standpoint. NASA was in the same position as a Vegas gambler who is in too deep to quit. (NASA's self-interest was also a strong influence: it is a truism that all bureaucracies seek to expand or at least perpetuate themselves.) C. There would be no danger since the men would not exit the earth's gravitational field. D. Fame and fortune would be theirs, tarnished only slightly by the fact that the voyage would be illusionary. slide E. Intimations that refusal could bring reprisals ranging from demotion to in-flight "accidents". There was no need to remind the candidated of the eight astronauts who had died accidently during the early phases of Apollo slide NOTE: Thomas R. Baron, an employee of North American Aviation, Apollo's prime contractor, submitted a 500 page report on the inadequacies of the program following the fatal fire on Pad 34. Shortly thereafter, Baron was killed when his car apparently stalled in front of a locomotive. In addition to these cogent persuasions, the men approached had lifetime histories of obedience. All were or had been in the armed forces and were accustomed to accepting assignments regardless of risk or rather, in spite of risk. Most pilots are extroverted, game-playing individuals. Thus, it was a relatively simple matter to train the astronauts to play their respective roles in the high drama of ASP.
As with most machinery, strains may develop in humans under stress. The recent breakdown of Edwin A. Aldrin, the lunar module pilot, could be an indication of second thoughts. In summary, ASP recruitment was an unqualified success. That no information has been revealed to this day is not surprising. A CIA-sponsored group known as Air America is noted for its two distinct types of alumni: The silent and the silenced. SLIDE Once a base was established and security ineffect, the preparation of simulation equipment could begin. A complete set of the moon was built in an underground cavern at the ASP base. Every location that would be used for landings was created in exact detail. This elaborate sound stage was code named Copernicus, after one of the lunar craters. It soon earned the name "Cuss" because of problems in lighting and sound. In addition, scale models of the earth, sun, moon and other bodies were carefully built and mounted within a planetarium-like device so that they could be positioned and photographed with accuracy, repeatability and believability. The underground sound stage resembled those at a major Hollywood studio complete with overhead catwalks for lighting, camera dolly tracks and other basic filming and TV equipment. In addition, there was a plethora of special effects tools, including high intensity lighting to imitate the harsh glare of sunlight on the airless moonscape. All scenes of the Lunar Excursion Module (LEM)were filmed on this set with the astronauts as "stars". There were no more problems than would appear during the filming of "Star Trek", "2001, A Space Odyssey", or "Silent Running". After all, Hollywood grips and gaffers, cameramen and directors had acquired long experience in science fiction film production. A plus for the project was the advantage of filming silent. All voices and equipment sounds were dubbed in by an elaborate sound creation and dubbing studio immediately adjacent to the moon set. SPECIAL NOTE: In the film "Diamonds Are Forever", with Sean Connery playing the role of Agent 007 - James Bond, there is a curious and unexplained scene. He enters a secret research facility in the Nevada desert by ruse. Suddenly he finds himself in a large room in which there is an authentic moon landscape. Lumbering about in their clumsy space suits are two would-be astronauts. Nothing happens, the scene is not explained, and the viewer is left to ponder Its significance. Could it be...? Yes, it could! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJSvQ80p1ks
SIMULATION PROPULSION HARDWARE SLIDE
The term "hardware" became a standard term in the aerospace Industry for anything that was not stored in a file cabinet or recorded on tape. In short, it meant anything that was manufactured: from an Automatically controlled solenoid to an IDIOT (Intermediate Digital On-Line Transducer). From the date of the decision to simulate, a modified hardware program was conducted. For example, the Saturn C-5 moon rocket assembly was built to specifications with one major modification: instead of the totally unreliable F-l engines, five booster engines of the more dependable B-l type as used in the C-l cluster for the Atlas missile were used. Although a cluster of five B-l engines produced only one-half of the output of a single F-l chamber, the power (750,000 pounds thrust) was sufficient to launch the virtually empty Apollo vehicle. If the rocket had been in its designed form it would have weighed 6,000,000 pounds, or 3000 tons fully loaded. This is the weight of a U.S. naval destroyer, further pointing out the total impracticality of the venture.
However, by eliminating every apsect of the moon voyage - fuel, heavy engines, LEM vehicles, etc., the total weight of the modified, shortrange, simulated voyage Apollo was less than one-twentieth of the original, or about 150 tons. This loading was well within the capabilities of the B-l propulsion units. Also, since the originally planned two million parts were reduced to a mere 150,000 gadgets, the success of the limited mission was virtually assured. However, even C-l Atlas engines were known to explode on the pad or shortly following launch. Thus, the escape module for the astronauts was left intact and functioning. If there had been an accidental loss of thrust or other mishap, it would have been simple to have the "saved" astronauts merge from the escape module after its recovery.
COVERUP COMMUNICATIONS, INCLUDING WIRETAPS AND TAPING
Although the most critical element from the standpoint of press and public relations interface, simulated communications and printed data were technically the simplest to produce. 62 First, an agreement was obtained by DIA and ASP representatives working with and through the semisecret Council on Foreign Relations. This agreement being a reciprocal one that would ensure silence on any revelatory Apollo Information by major foreign powers. Russia was the only nation that had the,sophisticated tracking radar capable of foUowing Apollo and thus sabotaging the simulation. But Russia was planning extensive commercial exchange with the U.S. and intelligently recognized that they would gain no real advantage by destroying the U.S. myth . After all, their space program had always been ahead of ours and this fact was weU-established worldwide. Actually, there has never been a real problem between or among major nations where control of the masses has been a consideration, i.e., cold and hot wars to keep the masses occupied while they are being fleeced before slaughter. . The presentation of "on-scene" data was divided into these categories: 1. Visual presentations to the public or uncleared personnel. A. Launch B. Re-entry (although out of sight of carrier crews) 2. Radio transmissions during launch, trip to moon, exploration and return. 3. TV transmission from the moon. 4. Still pictures; black and white and color.
VISUAL PRESENTATIONS Hair-raising for the simulators but most convincing to the public were the launches. After all, if people could drive to the Cape, park and see an immense rocket lift itself off the pad, was this not the ultimate proof that a trip was, indeed, being made to the moon itself? The fact that once out of sight, the vehicle traveled a sub-orbital trajectory to the south polar sea (and jettisoned), did not diminish in any way the blazing glory of the launch to the moon. The return to the earth by the astronauts in their re-entry module was far less risky than the launch. This was true since it waseffected by dropping the module from a C-5A cargo plane. Just prior to this drop, they were picked up at a super-secret, well camouflaged island south of Hawaii. It is interesting to note that the module was always dropped out of sight of the carrier's crew. Had the simulators desired, it would have been possible to drop the module into the Pacific from a far-ranging nuclear submarine. However, the plan method was chosen since it required a smaller crew "in the know" and ease of security that evolves from a hidden air base (Tauramoto Archipelago.)
They are then flown back and sent to Las Vegas to party for two days then flown to the live set to do a taping of the moon landing with kubrick (why do this live?)
Was the Apollo project, real or otherwise, simply a gadget? Was it really one of the means that the controllers use to retain their control? I think the answer to that is yes. However, it was more than just a 30 billion dollar astrophysical toy; it was a replacement for a shooting war. As Shakespeare so wisely said, "Sweet are the uses of adversity." Although the Apollo project was adverse In the sense that it did little more than give employment to many people and advance certain sectors of science, it did allow the present warfare state to maintain the economy without killing a lot of people. In that repect, the Apollo was a "good" project. But viewed from the present day of $1 per loaf of bread and 50 cents a pound of sugar, It was really only a stopgap measure; one designed to maintain control for a few more years while the controUers worked on more lasting schemes . Apollo was a part of the economic disease that now threatens to create monetary havoc not only in the U.S., but worldwide. In that sense, it was genuinely adverse, but only for a limited time. It has been obvious to many that the American standard of living could not continue forever in the midst of abysmal poverty In many other parts of the world. Even though we have been able to live affluently in a wartime of quasi-wartime economy since about 1939, it was inevitable that one day we would no longer be able to borrow to support an unreal and profligate way of life. Ultimately, the pyramid-building phase (throwing money into unproductive projects) had to come to an end.
RADIO TRANSMISSIONS Of utmost simplicity, once installed and checked out, was the radio data transmitted "from" the moon vehicle. Secret, leased and well-secured telephone lines were connected to the antennae inputs of all space communications centers. These included the major tracking stations in Australia, Africa and the west coast of the United States. To accomodate amateur radio operators who might want to tune it, identical broadcasts were made from an orbiting satellite. So perfect were all of these simulations, that the momentary blackout when the module was supposed to be behind the moon was faithfully reproduced.
TELEVISION BROADCASTS Unquestionable the most interesting and entertaining for all concerned (simulators and fools alike) were the scenes of astronauts gamboling about the lunar set. In addition, these delightful frolics were really elementary exercises for the stage crews. After all, decades of special effects development for the motion picture industry preceded the need for this expertise . A curious anomaly occured with respect to this phase of the simulation. The set had to be photographed through filters and electronic "noise "had to be added to avoid a too-perfect picture. Otherwise these scenes would resemble too closely the action from "Star Trek" and other science fiction presentations. Even so, many viewers in bars and country clubs all over the U.S. suspected rather loudly that the scenes were a fake. Little of this reached the newspapers. Note in this montage of photographs of the astronauts "at work" on the moon that the simulation was simplicity itself. With a totally black space background, a rough but firm moon surface and the LEM featured prominently, the reasonably authentic lunar scene was well within the capabilities of motion picture set designers and special effects experts. The range marks lend an uncanny resemblance to reality - a tribute to the painstaking work of the simulators on an unlimited budget The simulators had a choice of several expensive earth models for their "blue-green-island-in-space" photos. Again, highly developed Hollywood techniques allowed many types of pictures to lie with great believability
PLANNING AND SPECIAL PROJECTS This department was charged with the overall responsibility for planning and direction of the simulation. They also undertook (an appropriate word) to cover up any errors of theirs or any other ASP group. It included such elements as: FAVORABLE PUBLICITY RELEASED THROUGH ALL MEDIA The astronauts and their families as viewed through a bottle of syrup. The success of various flights and tests, heavily colored. Advantages of space flight. Many articles were ghostwritten for such characters as Wernher von Braun and appeared in popularized science magazines. Diagrams of space trips. Photographs of lunar landing vehicles, space suits, food and drink, including a new radiator cleaning agent called Tang. Puffery for such over-fed NASA pontiffs as James E. Webb. . Another example of the work of the PASP Group. APPENDD( SCHEDULE AND CHRONOLOGY OF SIMULATED MOON FLIGHTS ITEM REMARKS CLIPPED TIMETABLE FROM EVERNOTE Once the Saturn was out of sight and until the capsule "returned", all evidence of the "flight" was in the form of electromagnetic wares. These, of course, are simple to simulate and transmit. Any or all of the four systems described below could have been employed. Others may have been used but these appear to be the most logical.
LEASED PHONE CONNECTIONS The basic system was provided by direct wire connections interspersed with microwave transmissions. All were basically Bell System communications on a CIA basis : no monitors, or total "hands off*' by the lessors. At the input were, of course, the synchronized tape decks that provided the complete moon landing simulation. It should be noted that these included the response and "recommendations" of Mission Control at Houston. In other words, these tapes were not just transmissions from the moon — they included all audio and the simulated video from the moon set. Thus, Mission Control at Houston and all other communicators were speaking into essentially dead mikes. Data sent into oscilloscopes, graphic recorders and TV screens showing data displays, computor recording banks, were all from this one master tape. Again, there could be no error since all events had been meticulously recorded even to the "boo-boos", jokes and seeming improvisations of the astronauts and their counterparts on earth. Experience for this masterful presentation was derived from decades of sound track effort for both motion pictures and TV presentations of science fiction adventures.
LOW FREQUENCY TRANSMITTERS Unknown to most Americans is the existence of an ultra-low frequency transmission station in a northwestern state. This facility is used to broadcast messages to submerged nuclear submarines. The radio waves sent by this station are so long they are lethal to humans if the latter are adjacent to the transmitter. This permits automatic security. Also, the receivers are of special design and few amateurs would even dream of receiving this type of broadcast. Therefore, ULF was used as a backup to the other methods of transmitting Apollo simulation data of all types . SATELLITE The most sophisticated method was microwave satellite to microwave. As a backup, a special satellite contained a tape unit that could be triggered by the ASP control station at Mercury. Thus, there was redundance to the redundancy Buzz Aldrin was a Manchurian candidate? Research into his nervous breakdown
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Evidence it was a Hollywood Set
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One of the main anomalies that leads me to believe that the Moon footage was taken on a film set is the fact that the same mountains appear on different Apollo missions which are supposed to be landed several hundreds of miles from each other.
He added: "The panorama also gives a sense of how far the mountains are. Because there is no atmosphere on the Moon, objects do not become faded-out over distance and thus far-away mountains can appear very close, as they do in the two photos." "The claim that these known and mapped Moon mountains that are viewed from myriad angles in Apollo photos are really a fake backdrop that was accidentally used in two staged studio sets on Earth is not a theory but an exercise in silliness."
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Van Allen Radiation Radiation plays a big part in space travel. Solar flares could have affected the astronauts at any time. The Apollo leaving Earth would travel through 2 specific areas of very high radiation called the Van Allen Belt. slide The first field is 272 miles out from Earth. The amount of radiation in the belts actually varies from year to year, but every 11 years its at its worst when the sunspot cycle is at its highest.
1969 to 1970 was one of the worst times to go, as this was the time where the radiation was at its peak. slide I have had numerous internet chats with sceptics who say that the radiation would not play a part in the missions because Man would have not been in the radiation belt for too long. My answer to that is, when Dentists or Doctors take X ray pictures they either leave the room or stand behind a sheet of thick lead to shelter from the radiation.
Why did NASA only use a small sheet of aluminium to protect the astronauts when they knew that the radiation levels in Space and on the Moon's surface would be many hundreds of times more deadly? And why would they risk their astronauts to such conditions? In 1959 Bill Kaysing was privy to a study made by the Russians. The Russians discovered that the radiation on the moon would require astronauts to be clothed in four feet of lead to avoid being killed.
Did you know that the US Government tried to blast a hole in the belt 248 miles above Earth in 1962? During Operation Starfish Prime a Megaton Nuclear Bomb was used to try and force an unnatural corridor through the Van Allen Belt... Unfortunately, the radiation levels actually got worse, not better. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFXlrn6-ypg
What they created was a third belt that was 100 times more intense than the natural belts, and as estimated by Mary Bennett in 'Dark Moon - Apollo and the Whistle-Blowers, by2002 this artificial zone will still have 25 times more radiation than the other 2 belts. There is no agreement to how wide these radiation belts actually are. Dr James Van Allen, the discoverer of the belts estimated that they were at least 64,000 miles deep, but NASA say they are only 24,000 miles deep.
Each Apollo craft spent approximately 4 hours within the belts. So to what lengths did NASA take to shield the astronauts against the radiation? Its accepted that a minimum of 10 cm width of aluminium would be needed at the very least to keep out radiation.
However the walls of the Apollo craft and capsule were made as thin and as light as possible and as a result the craft initially could not carry enough air inside to withstand the equivalent to sea level air pressure. NASA had to reduce air pressure inside the cabin to cope.
One of the worst sun flares ever recorded happened in August 1972, which was between the Apollo 16 and 17 missions. This single flare would have delivered 960 rem of virtually instant death to any astronaut who was up in Space, and yet all of the Apollo astronauts were carrying out their missions in what amounts to nothing more than a thick linen suit. These pressure suits may have helped protect the astronauts against heat or micro meteorites, but certainly would not have given any radiation protection. By the way, there is no known method of registering when and how strong Solar flare activity will be.
So, I guess NASA just struck lucky! The radiation would have greatly affected the film that was shot on the Moon. Physicist Dr David Groves Ph.D., has carried out radiation tests on similar film and found that the lowest radiation level (25 rem) applied to a portion of the film after exposure made the image on the film almost entirely obliterated. Why didn't that happen to the Apollo films? SLIDE COUNTER Charged particles are damaging to human bodies, but the amount of damage done can range from none to lethal, depending on the energy those particles deposit, the density of those particles, and the length of time you spend being exposed to them.
In the case of the Apollo missions, the solution was to minimize the second two factors. We can’t control the energy of those particles, though they can be large. The density of the Van Allen belts is well known (from sending uncrewed probes through them), and there are hotspots you can definitely avoid. In particular, the innermost belt is a rather tightly defined region, and it was possible to stay out of it for the trip to the Moon. The second belt is much larger, and harder to avoid, but there are still denser regions to avoid.
For the Apollo trips, we wanted to send the astronauts through a sparse region of the belts, and to try and get through them quickly. This was necessary in any case; the crafts had to make it to the Moon in a reasonable amount of time, and the shorter the trip, the less exposure to all sorts of radiation the astronauts would get.
In the end, it seemed that these tactics worked; the on-board dose counters for the Apollo missions registered average radiation doses to the skin of the astronauts of 0.38 rad. This is about the same radiation dose as getting two CT scans of your head, or half the dose of a single chest CT scan; not too bad, though not something you should do every week.
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Another example that appears to be faked is the footage of Earth taken from the Apollo 11 when it was 130,000 miles away. This is the very first view ever taken of Earth on the mission and it seems strange that Buzz Aldrin would film the Earth when he was stood far away from the window, why would he do that? Surely you would want to get close to the window to get the best picture and also to eliminate light reflections that are evident towards the end of this sequence?
But no, we see the window frame come into view on the left of the shot. The camera isn't set to infinity either to get the closest shot. The window frame that comes into shot would have been out of focus if it was. Did the astronauts actually film a transparency of the Earth that was stuck to the window?
You may think this odd, but a few minutes after filming the Earth, the cameraman adjusts his lens and focuses on Mike Collins inside the craft. What we see is what appears to be an exposure of the Earth taped to the window that is in the background to the right of him. That is the very same window that Aldrin was filming the Earth
https://youtu.be/mCHG6uJH5L8?t=60
The video also asserts that a shadow can be seen, suggesting the camera wasn’t right up on the window as claimed. The assertion is that the porthole window is why the earth looks misshapen because they are much closer to earth than they are letting on.- video has been debunked- the “secret footage” that was leaked wasn’t secret. It was released by NASA.
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WEIGHTLESSNESS
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zz9Bzi_GyD0
- this video talks about how the weightlessness was done using wires- amazing hammer and feather-that was faked somehow- the hoaxers point to a recreation done by HBO that proves Hollywood can fake it- the recreation has a cut in the middle while the original video is a straight shot- harder to fake. Also show crazy experiment that is so obviously faked
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDp1tiUsZw8
original hammer and feather http://www.clavius.org/gravleap.html
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Why does this rock have a letter 'C' on it? There is also a 'C' on the ground in front of the rock. The use of the letter C on film props is well known by the people in Hollywood and is used to show where the centre of the scene should be.
One sceptic on the Bad astronomy sceptics web group has even said it is a hair??? on both the rock and ground? Now who's trying to cover things up? If you have managed to get this far and still believe this claim, then let’s actually get to what’s really going on. Have you ever scanned or photocopied something?
If so, you know that any little piece of dirt, hair, dust, or whatever that gets between your original and your imaging device will show up in the copy. That is what happened in the case of the infamous “C” rock – a hair (such as an eyelash) or a small piece of lint got caught between the image and the imager when they were making copies of it. Plain and simple.
In the original photograph (closeup shown below), there is no “C.”
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In western Australia during the live broadcast of the Apollo 11 moon landing, several people saw a very unusual occurrence. One viewer, Una Ronald watched the telecast and was astonished with what she saw. The residents of Honeysuckle Creek, Australia, actually saw a different broadcast to the rest of the World. Just shortly before Armstrong stepped onto the Moons surface, a change could be seen where the picture goes from a stark black to a brighter picture.
Honeysuckle Creek stayed with the picture and although the voice transmissions were broadcast from Goldstone, the actual film footage was broadcast from Australia. As Una watched Armstrong walking on the surface of the Moon she spotted a Coke bottle that was kicked in the right hand side of the picture. This was in the early hours of the morning and she phoned her friends to see if they had seen the same thing, unfortunately they had missed it but were going to watch the rebroadcast the next day. Needless to say, the footage had been edited and the offending Coke bottle had been cut out of the film.
But several other viewers had seen the bottle and many articles appeared in The West Australian newspaper. Western Australia received their coverage in a different way to the rest of the World. They were the only Country where there wasn't a delay to the 'live' transmission. slide
Counter Clavius researcher Peter Barrett examined surviving copies of The Western Australian dating to the time in question and failed to find any mention whatsoever of Coke bottles in the moonwalk telecast.
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SO HOW DID THEY DO IT, IF THIS IS ALL FAKE?
Kubrick Connection 2001 A Space Odyssey was filming in the summer of 1965 when the Apollo missions were in the midst of final planning of the missions to come. slide Filming would continue for another 2.5 years and the budget ballooned from 6 million dollars to 10.5 million. The assumption here is that some of the 205 reported special effects shots were filmed for the US Government and they paid 4.5 million for them as a cover.
The moon landing would be shot by Kubrick using the movie as a disguise. Over 70 corporations and government institutions were consulted for the film- again the cover of the movie allowed for various pieces of input on how the moon landing should look. slide Also the film was crucial to preparing Americans as to how space exploration should look. It set the expectation so all the government had to do was film the landing in accordance with those expectations that they themselves set.
Kubrick confessed his (forced) involvement in the moon landing hoax of Apollo 11, two decades later. He did this by making deliberate changes in Stephen King’s original novel. slide The main character in this story, named Jack (played by Jack Nicholson), represents the part of Kubrick that was forced to direct the staged moon landing.
His inner creative child wanted to rebel against this scam. Jack’s son Danny represents this rebellious voice within Kubrick. slide Therefore, in the film, Jack is warned about Danny’s plan to involve an external party, namely the audience. slide In King’s novel, room 217 was the scary hotel room. Kubrick changed this number to 237, as the (in those days) commonly used distance between Luna and Terra was (about) 237,000 miles. slide
At a certain moment in the film, Danny is playing in the hallway. When he stands up, the Apollo 11 on this jumper symbolically lifts off, and goes into room No. 237. This room represents the film studio where the fake moon landing was staged. His visit of this room No. 237 wounded Danny, meaning that the artist Kubrick was damaged by this Apollo 11 scam.
Later on, Jack also enters room No. 237. At first Jack sees temptation, before he realizes that he was actually caught in a horror. By this shocking scene in this film, Kubrick confessed that the huge budget for making his space odyssey film seemed very sexy at the beginning, before he realized how horrifically ugly the Apollo 11 scam really was.
Further on in the film, Jack’s wife discovered that Jack had been writing the same sentence over and over again, for many dozens of pages. That remarkable sentence, which only briefly appears in King’s original novel, was: All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy The first three symbols of this proverb are used by Kubrick as a hidden reference to the abbreviation of the Apollo 11 project: A11.
Danny wears an Apollo 11 sweater (1); Room 237 (2) represents the moon-landing stage where Kubrick supposedly worked—the moon is about 237,000 miles from Earth; the prevalence of Tang cans (3) (created for astronauts) in the hotel’s pantry; the pattern on the carpet (4) where Danny plays matches that of Launch Pad 39A, from which the Apollo rocket took off. https://youtu.be/E1NsA\_FdbHg?t=69 bathtub scene
Kubrick apparently experienced directing the Apollo 11 scam as boring work. In the film, he therefor makes Jack play with a tennis ball, instead of attending to his creative (writing) work. By choosing King’s “The Shining”, Kubrick found exactly the right storyline to make his hidden confession about his involvement in the staged moon landing of Apollo 11.
On top of that, the numerological “coincidences” are that the value of “Jack” is 7 (representing the control freaks), and the value of “Danny” is 22, meaning communication!
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THE VEGAS CONNECTION AKA HOW TO PULL IT ALL OFF Once the decision to simulate all moon voyages was made, NASA and the Defense Intelligence Agency moved swftly. A code name was created : ASP (Apollo Simulation Project), and the effort was divided into the following tasks : 1. Secret top level organization and management 2. Intensive security, including counter-intelligence 3. Undercover procurement of personnel 4. Clandestine equipment design, manufacture, installation and operation 5. Coverup communications, including wiretaps and taping 6. Covert planning and special projects (Aerospace "plumbers")
it was no accident that the ASP base was located 32 miles east of Mercury, Nevada. The land surrounding the base has long been controlled by the U.S. Air Force and the Atomic Energy Commission - a double threat to any Interlopers. In this view of the region it may be seen that any trespassers would show up instantly on the screens of the constantly-on TV monitors. Also, control of personnel through the few checkpoints could be accomplished with efficiency and dispatch.
The Mercury ASP base was desirable from a number of security-related standpoints:
Strange shipments could be delivered inside trucks marked with the dreaded "radiation" sign.
Staff could come and go via the heavily guarded airfield. An elaborate warning-wave-off radioradar protection system prevented any private planes from using the field except for dire emergencies. Even then, strangers were prevented from actually seeing anything of a compromising nature.
Odd noises, weird devices, excavations were permissible since no outsiders had visual or audio
Coded communications could be made by regular or incredibly high frequency microwave radio.
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Tensions could be relieved by making the less-than-one-hour trip to Las Vegas, a 24-hour-a-day, seven-days-a-week, anything-goes resort boasting more than 30 large casinos. Last but far from least, a liason was established with the hidden rulers of Las Vegas, the crime organization chieftans. When needed, services could be exchanged on a mutually beneficial basis, Le., large sums of money for use of expert "button men".
The Cosa Nostra staff presented no problems for ASP Security; they had centuries of practice in remaining silent. U.S.-Mafia criminal cooperation was hardly new. Mafia chieftans aided American troops. During the invasion of Sicily during WWII
Staffing ASP was not as difficult as it might appear to the layman. First, everyone has a price although sometimes the price is one's life. Notwithstanding diehards, recruiting of ASP people went swingingly. People love to know secrets and they also love to have lots of money to spend. ASP provided both.
Salaries of $50,000 for minor technicians were not uncommon. We have deleted the pay of higher staff personnel out of sympathy for the taxpayer who might be reading this chapter. In addition to salaries, expense accounts for "rest and relaxation" were virtually unlimited. It is interesting to note that during the build-up of ASP facilities near Mercury, income for many of the Las Vegas casinos hit new highs. Three major categories of ASP personnel existed:
Top level management, including DIA and supplemental agency support.
Interface personnel, many on "need to know" basis.
The astronauts themselves.
Recruiting of the first two categories was done on a money first, patriotism second, basis. It was eminently successful. More descretion was required in obtaining the cooperation of astronauts.
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For these dedicated and brave men, the following arguments were used: A. The moon mission was tremendously important to the continuance of the United States as a (or THE) power in political, military, scientific and technical areas.
B. Billions of dollars and several lives had been spent so far; to scratch the mission at this point (1983) would be disastrous to the administration from a public relations standpoint. NASA was in the same position as a Vegas gambler who is in too deep to quit. (NASA's self-interest was also a strong influence:
it is a truism that all bureaucracies seek to expand or at least perpetuate themselves.)
C. There would be no danger since the men would not exit the earth's gravitational field.
D. Fame and fortune would be theirs, tarnished only slightly by the fact that the voyage would be illusionary.=
E. Intimations that refusal could bring reprisals ranging from demotion to in-flight "accidents". There was no need to remind the candidated of the eight astronauts who had died accidently during the early phases of Apollo slide
NOTE: Thomas R. Baron, an employee of North American Aviation, Apollo's prime contractor, submitted a 500 page report on the inadequacies of the program following the fatal fire on Pad 34. Shortly thereafter, Baron was killed when his car apparently stalled in front of a locomotive. In addition to these cogent persuasions, the men approached had lifetime histories of obedience. All were or had been in the armed forces and were accustomed to accepting assignments regardless of risk or rather, in spite of risk. Most pilots are extroverted, game-playing individuals. Thus, it was a relatively simple matter to train the astronauts to play their respective roles in the high drama of ASP.
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Once a base was established and security ineffect, the preparation of simulation equipment could begin. A complete set of the moon was built in an underground cavern at the ASP base. Every location that would be used for landings was created in exact detail. This elaborate sound stage was code named Copernicus, after one of the lunar craters.
It soon earned the name "Cuss" because of problems in lighting and sound. In addition, scale models of the earth, sun, moon and other bodies were carefully built and mounted within a planetarium-like device so that they could be positioned and photographed with accuracy, repeatability and believability. The underground sound stage resembled those at a major Hollywood studio complete with overhead catwalks for lighting, camera dolly tracks and other basic filming and TV equipment.
In addition, there was a plethora of special effects tools, including high intensity lighting to imitate the harsh glare of sunlight on the airless moonscape. All scenes of the Lunar Excursion Module (LEM)were filmed on this set with the astronauts as "stars". There were no more problems than would appear during the filming of "Star Trek", "2001, A Space Odyssey", or "Silent Running".
After all, Hollywood grips and gaffers, cameramen and directors had acquired long experience in science fiction film production. A plus for the project was the advantage of filming silent. All voices and equipment sounds were dubbed in by an elaborate sound creation and dubbing studio immediately adjacent to the moon set.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJSvQ80p1ks
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VISUAL PRESENTATIONS Hair-raising for the simulators but most convincing to the public were the launches. After all, if people could drive to the Cape, park and see an immense rocket lift itself off the pad, was this not the ultimate proof that a trip was, indeed, being made to the moon itself? The fact that once out of sight, the vehicle traveled a sub-orbital trajectory to the south polar sea (and jettisoned), did not diminish in any way the blazing glory of the launch to the moon.
The return to the earth by the astronauts in their re-entry module was far less risky than the launch. This was true since it waseffected by dropping the module from a C-5A cargo plane. Just prior to this drop, they were picked up at a super-secret, well camouflaged island south of Hawaii. It is interesting to note that the module was always dropped out of sight of the carrier's crew.
Had the simulators desired, it would have been possible to drop the module into the Pacific from a far-ranging nuclear submarine. However, the plan method was chosen since it required a smaller crew "in the know" and ease of security that evolves from a hidden air base (Tauramoto Archipelago.)
They are then flown back and sent to Las Vegas to party for two days then flown to the live set to do a taping of the moon landing with kubrick (why do this live?)
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Another year alive, my promise is almost complete.

So, if you go through my post history you'll see I posted about a year ago. This is going to be another long post full of self-pity and self-loathing. I'm not the most talented writer, but feel free to laugh with me or at me.
I'm 34 now, I can't believe I've made it this long. I REALLY hate life. I do not recall ever requesting to be born, if I did I surely wasn't old enough to make that decision when I did. I know no one ever gets to "choose" whether or not they're born and that's just the very first example of life being inherently unfair. You neither get to choose to be born, and society damn sure doesn't want you to choose when you die.
Before I digress too much let me get back on track. You now know my age, that I hate my life, and probably have put together the fact that I want to die. It won't be this week or next, but soon a promise I made will have been kept, I will not agree(even if it's on her deathbed) to further extend my life.
When I was younger my mother discovered a close family friend who had committed suicide by shotgun, I don't know whether it was the gruesome scene that stuck with her or the fact that the family friend had made the decision to end his life unilaterally and didn't allow anyone to act to prevent him from doing so that stuck with her, but I promised as long as I had a roof over my head and she was alive that I would not go through with any plans.
Fortunately(for me) my mother is nearing the end of her life. A few years ago she was diagnosed with Acromegaly, basically a tumor grows on the pituitary gland and causes excessive amounts of HGH to enter the blood stream. It doesn't cause too much damage on its own, but it caused enough problems that she had to have it biopsied. She was also diagnosed with Lupus.
She's a strong woman, no it's not an oedipus complex or anything. She was a single mom who raised my brother and I virtually alone. My father was around but was never much of a father. He cheated on her, they divorced. She went back to school and became a nurse and despite growing up in(and continuing to exist in) poverty I know that I was loved.
Because of her, I've avoided most of the major pitfalls in life-drugs, tobacco, gambling, alcohol addiction. I've got a borderline addiction with computer gaming, but I frequently go weeks without touching the computer just to prove to myself that I can.
Anyway I was not the best student. I was too smart for my own good. I always HATED teachers who used to assign tons of homework and say "If you don't do my homework, you won't pass my tests."
Don't get me wrong, I get why homework is given-I always have, it's just I always took that statement as a challenge and I accepted it if the subject was not one of particular interest to me.
Long story short, I wouldn't do the homework, WOULD pass their tests, ace their finals/midterms and end up passing with a low-mid 70's grade. Towards the end of High School I finally grew up a bit and realized that my stubbornness was only hurting myself, and would not cause the teachers to be honest. I did better in my junior year, and made high honor roll for my entire junior year and the first half of my senior year. Sadly, the damage had already been done and my transcript made me look like an idiot.
Thankfully, I had never really envisioned college in my long term plans. Back in the 7th or 8th grade there was this test called the Occupational Outlook Handbook which was supposed to help you figure out what you wanted to do with your life.
I never enjoyed computer programming. I had a buddy that was in to that, the closest I ever got to coding was back when I had an old Tandy and had that spiral bound notebook where you had to manually enter the code for the games BEFORE you could play them. I wish I took more enjoyment from coding, but I've always enjoyed building and troubleshooting them.
I remember saving up and ordering an AMD K6 166mhz processor, buying the parts and building my first system. First teaching myself what goes where and how everything connected.
Then firing it up and learning post errors and FINALLY getting it to start up, learning how to format a HDD and install DOS, Windows, an old game Fokker, eventually I got a hold of a game called Descent. Anyway, long story short I LOVED that stuff.
So when I took this test and it told me about the wonderful opportunities for PC Repair Technicians and the impressive salary(45-60,000 a year) that technicians were supposed to make I was sold. Getting paid to do what you love, that's every mans dream, right?
So, I planned High School out to situate myself to get into the workforce as a technician. My city had this program called BOCES which prepared students for a career right out of high school. They had a ton of different programs from Electricians, Electronics repair, automotive repair, CIS programs, nursing programs, they had a TON of programs. Naturally I saw the CIS program and jumped at the opportunity. My Junior year I began taking CIS I, which sadly was basically a joke. It was a course teaching people how to use Microsoft Office(Word, Excel, Powerpoint, some Access). It seemed more like a course designed to train secretaries and "Executive Assistants" but whatever I was learning something about computers. I was not exactly thrilled, especially when my brother went through the program a year before me and was learning about AS400 systems and windows servers.
I was told when I finally asked about this towards the end of the year that "some of that" would be covered in year 2 of the program. I was pissed, but then something happened I never expected. My senior year was coming ahead and the school announced that next year they'd be piloting a one-year program called "A+ Computer Repair". I was like a kid in a candy store when I found out.
I signed up and was(no exaggeration) the best student in the class. I graduated with a perfect score, I'd sometimes skip regular school and stay there to do a double class some days just to learn more.
I would be sent to other classes that were having computer problems to fix their shit-I once saved a paper a Finish program(single mothers finishing high school) student had on a floppy disk that was corrupted(her 3.5" disk was failing).
I opened the file in edit and copied/pasted all that I could into a new file on the HDD. The girl was hot as hell and was so grateful she didn't know how she could ever thank me enough. I felt like a hero and a pig for having a response in my mind that I'd never dare speak. On that day I felt like I was made to do that kind of work.
So I graduated High School on schedule in the year 2001 with a somewhat crappy GPA(except this program where I had 4 quarters of 100+'s). I took my certification exam, got certified and I went out to search for those lucrative "PC Repair Technician" jobs I was told were coming and were going to be in such high demand.
Ok, so not very many available in/around Buffalo, NY. I did what I had to do to get some experience and earn some cash. I took a job at one of the first "Outsourcing Technical Support" companies, a crappy company called ClientLogic. They handled support for a bunch of different companies from Sony to Iomega to Netzero. I was hired on at Sony.
I put in the time there, hating it. I was making 8.25 an hour and it wasn't about solving problems, it was about getting people off the phone in under 8 minutes. Call after call of being yelled at, being told how shitty Sony products were. I wasn't just supporting sony PC's, I was supporting their WebTV products, their TV's, DVD players, DSS receivers, and yes their VAIO PC's and laptops. I grew to hate my job, but I was earning experience. Until...
One day I showed up for work and was told they were relocating their operations and closing down their call center. It turns out they were moving to India or the Bahamas, I don't remember- I just remember that was my first encounter with "outsourcing" and "globalization."
So I moved on and found another(better) job working for an ISP called Adelphia. Long story short I was hired during the beginning of their bankruptcy process. I was told I'd have job security and would be doing technical support with an opportunity to advance through the company.
I did the job and got great performance reviews and helped a lot of customers. Every so often I'd get some crappy supervisor who'd tell me "It's not your responsibility to fix that, you need to transfer those calls to tier 2". I was only in tier 1, we were classified as "reboot monkeys" by the tier 2's/3's. I refused to wear that label so I fixed everything I could.
I'd argue with my supervisors, who'd wonder how I managed to keep my AHT so low(so I could earn my bonus) and go so far beyond. Well, I'm not saying I was a great employee, my phone had a lot of problems with calls randomly "dropping". One 15 minute call and 1 2 second call creates an AHT of 7:30. I justified it to myself by reminding myself that when I was hired I was told that my job would be to help customers resolve their internet connectivity problems. I was also told that I'd have the opportunity to advance.
Long story short, after 3 years the company was sold off to Time Warner and Comcast and split. Our "secure" jobs now weren't. I walked out the day they rebranded us from Tier 1 Support to CCRHSIT1. CCR standing for Customer Care Representative.
Along with the re-branding came a new QA policy, if I failed to offer to take a credit card payment at the beginning of EVERY call I'd get a Zero QA(which DQ'd me from my bonus for the month and would get me a disciplinary warning/write up). I said to my supervisor "Fuck this, I was hired as technical support not just customer service. I refuse to ask people for money when the service they're already paying for isn't working".
I walked out and about 15 others did as well. Later that day I got a call from that same supervisor offering me my job. The TAC shut down a year later. I was now unemployed and job hunting. I managed to get unemployment by arguing that the position they hired me for no longer existed and I lost my job due to the transition to Time Warner. So I was looking for a new job, and not finding any. There were no computer repair technician jobs to be found.
In 2005 I came out to Las Vegas to see what it was all about and opened the "help wanted" section of the paper and saw...jobs.
Needless to say after this I moved to Las Vegas, where I've lived since December of 2006. I quickly found a job after moving with a Tradeshow Technology Rental company. There wasn't a ton of "PC Repair" work, but there was a lot of customizing machines, imaging, on-site networking. I got to do some traveling on the companies dime. It was a cool gig.
I was promoted to Weekend Operations Lead, a SMALL raise along with the added responsibility of overseeing local weekend operations. I was happy.
And then the national economy tanked. The company only made 1.6 million in profit that year instead of the 1.9 million from the year before. The head of the company decided he wanted out of the industry and sold the company to a competitor. Just like that I was unemployed again. Only now the economy was in the shitter and there were no jobs to be had.
I had to sell my place and move back in with my mother. Even though my place was next door to hers(yes, a trailer) I couldn't afford the lot-rent without a job, so I sold it off. Yeah, good luck trying to date when you're approaching 30, unemployed, and live with your mom.
Finally, a friend from that past job got me an opportunity at a major casino doing IT Support for the Hotel and Casino(hint, their symbol is a giant Guitar). The pay was nowhere near the 45-60k a year I was promised but it was better than any job I'd had before($18/hour).
There were tons of new systems and technology to familiarize myself with. I had to learn so much, and I did. IDF locations, Virtual Servers and machines, network monitoring, active directory, the IBM i5 system, and so much more. About 9 months later in early December of 2012 I was called in on my day off along with 4 other employees.
We were told that the new VP of Operations was hired earlier in the year and has decided that the IT department didn't need to be manned 24 hours a day. As such the budget would be slashed significantly. That means personnel cuts. That means we're out of our jobs. Don't worry about the chaos that happens when the night club can't process all of their credit card transactions at 3am because one of them is "stuck". Don't worry about the hell that happens when the print server crashes at 3am and NOBODY can print in the entire hotel/casino. But that's ok, because the new VP gets to say that she cut 150+ grand in annual unnecessary costs in the IT department.
No severance package for me(because I wasn't there for over a year), no unemployment either(I was only there about 9 months). And that's when I gave up.
I realized then that there's no longer such a thing as employer-employee loyalty. Gone are the days where you can expect to hold a job for 30 years and then retire. How sad is that, my goal in life was to work for some place at a modest wage, be a good little wage slave and then retire. I couldn't even be granted that dignity. Nope.
Our society's become a place where the only people that have any sense of job security are the people at the top or those who make themselves indispensable to a company. IT support is an industry where that's just not possible. Now you've got entire companies outsourcing their IT to MSO's. Who do everything in their power to drive down the wages.
So I said fuck it, and I haven't had a job since. I refused to be a part of a system that would use me and discard me like a dixie cup. Secretly I wanted a comet to kill me and put me out of my misery.
I refused to get a job. My mother had an injury and went on workers comp, I still refuse to get a job). She insisted everything be put in my name(so if/when she gets sick and needs hospice they can't force her to sell it). This also means she can't throw me out, because everything on paper belongs to ME.
I don't defend this, I know I'm being selfish and childish and risking homelessness. They've stopped her workers comp(her lawyer's fighting to get her comp for life, so the insurance company is playing hardball).
She's worried about not being able to pay the rent and winding up homeless. That would suck, but I don't care. I refuse to be a part of that system. I told her long ago that I wouldn't end my life as long as I had a roof over my head and she was alive. That's it.
We're now living off of her Social Security Disability. A little over 1,100 a month. Rent, utilities, car payment, insurance. SNAP and Medicaid.
If her comp doesn't get restored soon, I imagine the first thing to go will be my car and the insurance. Then we should be able to get by, barely. As for utilities, we have Cox, I have a phone, she has a safelink minute phone, and we qualified last year for LI-HEAP.
If the worst case happens and we end up facing eviction she can move back to NY with her friend. I'll just use that 80-grain .40 cal S&W that I've got stored in my safe. I've told her as much.
I've been to counseling, but I refuse to even try anti-depressants. On the permit to carry concealed weapons there's a question "Do you currently or have you ever taken Anti-Depressants". Answering yes to that denies you from being issued a permit.
Additionally, there's been a lot of push and talk about disarming people who are on anti-depressants. They also take away your firearms if you're ever taken in on a 5150 hold.
My firearm is a part of my "Exit strategy" it's elaborate and it insures that the police will find me, not some random housekeeper. If I ever get taken in on a 5150 or lose my firearms another way I'll have to switch to plan B which involves turning a firing range into a bloody mess and traumatizing a bunch of people. Removing my firearm wouldn't stop me, I'm smart enough to know how to gain access to one legally.
Anyway, I talked to a therapist back in 2014 and laid all this out to her and explained that I am suicidal, but not imminently so(so she isn't required to call 911)because of the promise I made to my mother. Her response "If something ever happens to your mom, you should give me a call and we'll get you some help". Are you fucking kidding me, does she think I'm an idiot? I'm telling her I want to die, but won't as long as she's alive and you think I'm going to call you when she dies so you can have me committed-so the police can take my weapons and the doctors can force-feed me pills and evaluate me until I can convince them I'm not a risk to myself.
She insulted my intelligence, and I called her out on it and told her as much. She smiled...wtf?
A few sessions later, she tells me I should "go get a job to let my mind focus on other things". As if it wasn't the never-ending pattern of getting a job/losing said job to no fault of my own that put me in this headspace. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. I'm out. I haven't went back since.
So now here I am, my mom's health's deteriorating, every day I wake up knowing my mom's one day closer to passing away. I love her dearly and have honored and will continue to honor the promise I made.
Having said that I will not be granting any deathbed pleas she may make. I know she wants me to go on living, but I don't want to live in this world.
Even before Trump got elected president I didn't like where this country and the world in general were headed. I didn't like that I was constantly shamed for having my so called "white privilege" even though I grew up just as poor as possible.
Even though I watched less-qualified applicants get jobs because of affirmative action. Only for those applicants to quit or get fired a week later and see the same job opening back up. I didn't like that globalization and automation were utterly decimating jobs, leading to staggering levels of unemployment(and the creation of a class of people like myself who have been unemployed for so long we're now excluded from the unemployment percentage). Those jobs that remained after automation and globalization are now so heavily in demand by applicants fresh out of school or recently unemployed that wages have become a race to the bottom. A culture has been created where we should "just be grateful to have a job" even though the jobs suck, the pay sucks, the benefits suck, you're constantly under threat of being terminated by terrible bosses.
I hate that it seems like I want my mother to die. I don't, I love her dearly. I just refuse to be another cog in the machine called "society". I wish we lived in a world with an implemented UBI, so I could actually just focus on enjoying my life or doing something with my life and time instead of hating myself for being alive.
I realize my behavior is that of a damn parasite.
Let's talk "romance and sex life" for a moment, I've had 1 girlfriend in my entire life. She was my first everything, she also cheated on me and I was dumb enough to take her back about 6 different times over our 3 years together.
Eventually she got pregnant by another guy, that's when we finally ended it for good. I've had sex in total with about 7 different woman in my life. 5 of which were prostitutes. I'm no Brad Pitt. I'm fat, have a hunchback(from having to walk home while lugging about 50 pounds of books every night during my freshman/sophmore years of high school.) Oh about those prostitutes I mentioned, I once disgusted a prostitute to the point where she made a sound indicating she was repulsed when I sweat on her face during the missionary position. Not saying that was traumatizing, but for fuck sake.
I realize that many of you may be judging me, some may be laughing at me, and others may have platitudes to offer to try and cheer me up, I appreciate you reading all of this, I realize it's been a giant wall of text with no TL;DR. Having said that, I don't think anything you have to say will help.
You may think I need anti-depressants, and maybe according to some doctors I do. Then again maybe I'm just an example of a genetic mutation that should be removed from the gene pool of our species.
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About to join an MSP as a Jr. Systems role, what should I expect?

Today I've completed an interviewing process and practical technical process and have been offered a position in as a Jr. Sysadmin role. Contract-to-hire 3 month probationary period. This is with a very small 8 man IT team that does things very local to my city. I don't really know if I'm getting ripped off but I'm going to be making 20/hr and full time salary will be around 40,000, I'm in the Oklahoma area.
Some background: I am coming from a senior technician role at a Casino with lower pay but decent benefits, not sure if it is worth the change for the risk of contract-to-hire, although I'm sure of my work ethic being extremely high and being able to mitigate very mentally strenuous tasks.
Any useful information or questions I should ask their management before dedicating and accepting the role?
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The casino I work for is offering me to move from IT to HR

I work for a casino as an IT technician making 48k a year. HR just offered me a position at about 58k salary with chances of moving up to about 80k in a couple of years. At the moment I have the worst schedule working weekend nights. I'm confident that I could get a government job at about 80k in a few years if i tough it out at the current enterprise. I'm not sure how much I'll like working for HR. The first position would be as a recruiter and the future promised position is as an HRIS. I'm stuck on whether I should take the job or not.
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[Table] IAmA- Casino Manager, I've seen everything, AMA

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Are you hiring? I'd love to move to Canada. Absolutely, We are looking for several positions and if you are sincerely looking for a job, message me :)
Does being a Casino Manager makes you keep your distance from gambling? AMAZING question, It actually makes it worse. I had never gambled a day in my life until I took that position. It is the same across the board. Never met another manager that doesnt gamble.
Will you quit this job if you had given the choice? I could not ask for a better job. Excitement every single day. Learing to control personal demons such as gambling and alcohol is always a fighting battle given the situation.
You are 100% right. U of Waterloo in Ontario conducted a study and they concluded that "casino employees exhibited rates of problem gambling that were over three times greater than rates that past studies have found in Ontario’s general population." -Link to uwspace.uwaterloo.ca. I know my stuff ;). It's a weird feeling.
What do you play, and wht stakes do you play ? Also.. Does your entire salary go straight back to the casino after payday? I like to play 1$ slots and blackjack for the most part. On blackjack my average bet is probably 60-75$. My salary does go back, but a portion of it does. I am pretty good at controlling myself, gets better by the year.
How is your daily routine in the casino?Do you get any perks? They pay my cell phone bill. I get paid any expenses you could imagine. I get free tickets and merchandise all the time. Golf passes dinners etc.
Have you ever caught someone counting in blackjack? Several times. With the security features we use, shuffle machines and cutting off 2-3 decks from the back, it's nearly impossible. Hell we will even teach you how to do it if you'll stay a while ;)
How did you get into the Casino business? I applied to become a dealer, years ago. I just worked my way up. Its an amazing business.
Ever had somebody die on your floor? Or at least horribly injured? Yes 2 people have died, one from a massive stroke, and another from a heart attack. We have had at least 25 heart attacks since I have worked there.
Do heart attacks happen more often when people win big or lose big? There has never been a direct correlation between winning/losing big and our patrons having heart attacks.
Interesting. Thanks for the response. Anytime :) I cant believe the responses already!
Statistically, you have the best chance of surviving a heart attack in a casino. The average response time drops from like 15 minutes in your home to something absurd like 30 seconds. We are very quick to react. This and we have first aid training as well as AED on site.
What the highest single bet you have witnessed? Here in Alberta, the maximum per spot on blackjack is 1000. I did witness a total table wager( by one player) Of 15,000. This was after he split 6 times and doubled once. He won evry wager on that hand.
Whats the luckiest person/win streak you have seen? (Not just 1 win but someone winning for a while or doing something crazy and it working) I watched someone win 24,000 on a slot machine. I reset his machine and he won 24,000 the next spin. I had the machine investigated by AGLC and all was well. He was 80 so I don't think he could cheat. Lol.
Do Casino's pump high levels of oxygen into the gambling areas, if so is that allowed? Have you ever caught anyone having sex or masturbating in the Casino? Do the Slot Machines ever get tampered with by cheaters? What is the penalty for tampering with slot machines? No we do not pump oxygen into the casino, It is not allowed. I had to fire an employee for masturbating in the customer bathrooms. Slots are rarely successfully tampered with, but it does happen quite often. The penalty is a fine and up to jail time. You can get in a LOT of trouble for trying something that is nearly impossible, like cheating a slot machine No problem :)
How...did you catch the guy spanking it? I fear to know yet I must ask for I can't think of a logical, sane way you caught the dude. I walked in to the washroom to check on the status of the last cleaning, and I caught him beating it with the stall door open... he forgot to lock it. was very obvious and he didnt even try to deny it.
Nobody forgets to lock the door when they are wanging it. He was off shift in 45 mins too... just couldnt wait.
It isn't illegal, what can the casinos do? We reserve the right to remove any patron at any time for any reason.
Do you still have to cash their chips if you kick them out? If they did not steal them, then Absolutely.
What is the best and worst part of your job? The best is seeing a person win big. The worst is seeing someone leaving in tears and me knowing they are broke and have kids.
Have you ever cut someone a break? Several times.
You've seen everything, have you seen Casino with Robert DeNiro in it and how accurate is that film? I have seen it, and I have yet to see a movie that ACTUALLY portrays a real casino whatsoever.
Most movies don't portray anything realistically. Good point. Casinos seem to be reallly far off though.
What about Croupier with Clive Owen.. good film.. Cant say ive seen it. Will watch.
What's the most desperate attempt to cheat in a casino you have ever seen? A guy in the middle of a hand, did not agree with the way a dealer "flipped" their hole card so he took his bets off the table (approx 1400$) and tried to pocket them before we could count what he had bet. He then tried to replace his bets after we asked with about 800$. It was very very easy to catch the amount that was originally on there. Cameras/pit boss/dealer all agreed to the exact amount. He was later found trying to cash out $600 in chips (after losing) lol.
That actually sounds pretty clever. He should have just gone for a smaller amount though. It wasnt bad. But he was on a high limit table with a lot of people watching
Any pranks you or your employees pulled? Yup, I am known as the prankster. I like to send new employees looking for left handed roulette balls or polish for the blackjack shoes. After they waste an hour or so I tell them. And they are laughed at by patrons and employees. Its all in good fun. Never had a complaint.
What happens to a cheater once you found them out? Is it just a case of the cops getting called straight away? I review the situation, and If I deem it cheating, a review is sent to AGLC and the patrons information gathered along with a police investigation. They will be prosecuted.
Do you catch cheaters? What were some cleveinvolved cheating schemes? I have caught cheaters, almost always at blackjack and threecard poker. The most common way they cheat is called "pressing". Having a partner distract the dealer for a second while they use slight of hand to add chips. Some people are very good at this, so good its tough to see on camera even.
To be clear.. what they do is when they have a good hand, someone distracts the dealer and the guy with the good hand attempts to increase his bet? What do you do when you catch something like that? We ban them Immediately. And other casinos recieve the memo an do the same.
Have you ever caught prostitution going on in the casino? What is the process of banning someone? Do they get put into a system? Do you have a banned wall? Yes we catch dirty prostitutes all the time. The ban process is easy. We take what info we have on them, take a recent photo from a surveillance screenshot and then post it to the banned wall :)
How is the security in the casino? Edit: no i'm not planning a robbery... The guards are pretty well trained. Also we have over 200 cameras. You are on camera within 1 KM of the casino. Also, all doors locked with special proxy cards that only have access to certain rooms, depending on position.
ONE KILOMETER? Are you kidding me? This is very secure, oh my. Cant tell if sarcasm. Detector is broken.
No sarcasm. This blows my mind. I always thought you guys have over the top security, but such a radius around your casino is mind blowing :). Great AMA btw, thanks for your time! I love the response im getting! This is awesome!
What is the process in working your way up from dealer to casino manager? How long did it take, what kind of background did you have prior to becoming a dealer? Also did you have to take any classes or anything like that either at an outside school or a company school to teach you all the ins and outs of the job? Did you ever think you'd be doing this or just sort of fall into it? What kind of responsibilities do you hold? I saw in your other posts that you mention throwing out people masturbating on the clock, helping people with gambling addictions and catching cheaters, but what is an everyday entail for you? I imagine you have to be a man with many hats (VIP guest liaison, worker ally, eyes for the bosses etc) Also last question I swear, what do you think of organized cheaters and the exposure they are getting such as Bringing Down the House/21 or the History Channel show on Breaking Vegas? It took me 4 years to get where I am. Went from dealer to pit boss to pit supervisor to games manager. I haven't taken any special courses really. Some training sessions but that's about it. You need to have the gift they say. As for responsibilities. I am in charge of running every department when I am on shift. And I am in charge of all the money. The movies have not done anything except make us money. People come in all the time thinking they will count cards and win, and we smash them.
In my expeirence, the 'Summon Technician' button rarely works. Thoughts? In my casino, it is attended to immediately. We are the only casino that I am aware of that does this.
Are employees allowed to gamble in the casino where they work? Or is just the manager that is allowed - I noticed you say you gamble off the clock. I live in England and am sure this is against nearly all casino policy. Only waitresses and guest services may gamble in our casino. No gaming worker is allowed to gamble in their own casino in alberta.
Any moral qualms sometimes? Never, Its a persons choice on what the wish to gamble.
Give it a few more years. I've got over that a long time ago. During my dealing days.
a follow up, sorry for that.. How do your co-workers react to yout gambling, does this make it awkward in any way? Actually, I tend to go to different casinos with my co-workers, awkwardness is never an issue.
Since you know a lot about security and cheating, do you know any loopholes in your or any other casino? Our casino is very secure. Some of the other casinos on the other hand..
For example? That I can't really disclose. Although. It's quite funny which one is the worst. I will leave it at that. I'm sure that comment alone will help some people.
Many years ago my mom had a gambling addiction. We werent sure how severe it was, we just thought she would go to the casino and have some fun and risk $200 or so. The casino hooked her in with the whole VIP treatment and rewards as an incentive to come back. One weekend she lost all her life savings ($300,000) It impacted our family a lot, as we were pretty much broke after she lost all our money. Even to this day we havent recovered, i missed out on college to work instead and been on my own since. My mom whos supposed to be close to retirement age is still working to support herself. I know casinos are for entertainment, but more often than not stories like this happen. How do you feel when a family is affected deeply because of gambling problems? Honestly that is the only hard part of the job. But after the years, I've become mostly desensitized to it.
Have you ever seen Ocean's Eleven? Did you just laugh and laugh and laugh? Not a fan of those movies :(
Have you ever been to Montecarlo? Do you think there are many differences between the european casino scene and the US/Canadian scene? Never been to Montecarlo, but from everything I have learned about it, It is very similar to our casinos in Canada (barring a few different table games). They have a lot of the same slot machines and their security is VERY high.
So, do you get hookers? Not once in my life.
Is there a certain amount of time that people are allowed to gamble before some sort of intervention takes place? (e.g. can't gamble for more than 24 hours straight, etc.) Our casino is only open for 17 hours at a time maximum. That is the law in this province. But under certain circumstances, we do offer help to people we notice becoming chronic gamblers.
What Kind of help do you offer out of interest? I get that the human factor is probably the reason its offered as the business side must actually like chronic gamblers. We offer councelling (not directly, but sources) and different programs such as VSE. VSE= Voluntary Self Exclusion. You will be excluded from gaming in ALL of Alberta. If caught in gaming facilities you can be arrested.
Favorite Ice cream flavor? Vanilla for the most part. Although I do like neopalitan.
Have you ever caught your employees stealing chips? Edit: i cant spell. I try to hire employees that I trust with the chips so that I dont have to worry about them. It has never happened to my knowledge.
You mentioned that you try to hire employees that are trustworthy with the chips etc. Do you have to run any criminal history checks, bankruptcy checks etc before you hire people? Do you use continuous shuffle machines to deal blackjack or do you deal from a shoe? If from a shoe, how many decks? How do you combat card counters? What is the food chain like? Here we have Dealers < Floor managers < Pit Bosses < Duty managers < Casino manager. Where do you fit in? How do the high rollers rooms work? Can someone walk in and flash cash to get in or do you need to gamble a certain amount first? What perks do high rollers get? Yes background checks and credit checks are run on ALL employees. We offer both continuous shuffles and shoes We use 8 decks and cut 3 off the back, as well as use a shoe cover. Very hard to count cards like that. In our casino I would be considered 2nd in line. High rollers are treated very well. Comped tabs etc. free trips to shows and all that jazz.
Have you ever seen a man eat his own head? Nope!
Ever seen a card cheat get his hand smashed by a ballpeen hammer ? Never had to use violence for a cheating patron. Drunk patrons on the other hand....
Great AMA! You answer almost everything! Thanks! I try to answer everything, I know i miss stuff but you guys comments lots! hard to keep up!
Here's my question: How do your responsibilities differ from a Pit Boss? Are you in charge of the food and alcohol people, too? How much time per shift do you spend on the floor and how much time do you spend interacting with individual guests? I am in charge of all departments when I am on shift. Pit boss is strictly in charge of the pit. I am always on the gaming floor interacting with guests. Its the best part of my job :)
Any suicides? I live near Niagara Falls and we hear stories all the time of people who blow it all in the casinos and take a dive over the falls. Yes unfortunately. :(
Are you from Edmonton by chance? If so care to comment why CH is still allowed to play in the poker rooms after being caught ripping off casinos with his bad beat scam? Not from edmonton, but I do know who you are talking about. It is the discretion of the casinos. He should be banned but they have failed to file charges.
They are still aware of what he did and as a pretty frequent player it sort of sucks having to sit at a table with someone you know was using dealers to set up bad beats.... You play at yellowhead?
How does the casino decide what background music to play? do you hate those songs now? I ususally pick it. I pick it depending on the majority of the crowd. (old people = classic rock, young people = new music.) We have lots of playlists it doesnt really get too bad.
I notice a lot of times my favorite slot machines are removed from the floor and never to be seen again. Do you guys store them in a basement or sell them to other casinos? Recycle them for parts? Machines are regulated by AGLC, they send us new ones and take old every week.
How long does training for croupier last? Are there opportunities for college students? Training is usually a month long. Its easier to get a job as a dealer if you are young. Young people seem to learn a lot easier.
What is the longest you've seen a customer play a machine? Any 24-hour slot machine marathons? Open to close 4 days in a row. (17 hours a day)
What is your coin-in on an average Saturday night? Biggest New Year's Eve coin-in you can remember? What's the average toke rate? Over 1.5 million. Best tip rate for a week was 30 ish.
How much do you make? What's your educational background? Edit: saw that you can't answer how much you make. So how'd you get into the job? I walked in an applied for dealer. They loved my attitude and hired me on the spot.
So you were hired as a dealer and then moved up in the ranks? Sounds like a sweet job and a managerial position involving actual job duties. Absolutely.
Just curious (and maybe you don't know)-- how exactly is the software sold for the newer digital games? Order "Three of Game A, three of game B" and remain stuck with it? Order them configured one way, but the software can be replaced for a token sum? If so, is it an in-house operation, or a "vendor service has to be called? They can load any firmware specced as compatible with the box? I notice there's always one or two machines in a bank of (physically) equivalent units which have an unpopular game (like the one which starts belting out Dean Martin songs at 600 decibels in attract mode) so they sit relatively unused, but they never change them. Is it laziness, cost, or technical limits? I dont deal with the digital games sorry!
The Ontario Lottery Corporation is in the process of rolling out an online casino. From an industry persepective, what are your views on online casinos? Is the software designed to give you gains but take back once you win-loss ratio is too high? Online casinos (legit ones) Run by pretty much the same stats as a real casino. Same odds of winning almost exactly.
Can you see why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch? Its magically delicious, or wait.. damn lucky charms
What's a good starting job to get at a casino that will eventually get you into a managing position? Dealer is the absolute best.
Thanks for the swift response. No problem.
Just in case you are still answering at all...what's te stupidest/seemingly impossible thing you've seen/heard of a dealer doing? Most awesome/badass? I had a dealer deal a full table of blackjack entirely fucking backwards. I almost pissed myself no joke.
If some patron is winning a lot of money, would you kick them out? Say for instance a guy is playing Blackjack and went from 1000 dollars to 100000 dollars and wants to continue playing. He is literally just owning the table winning 9/10 hands. Would you kick this guy out or let him keep playing? Nope, its good in house advertising to have big winners :)
Not sure if this was asked already, but is there really oxygen pumped into the casinos like people say there is? Or is it just the shiny lights and excitement that will keep you going all night? No oxygen pumped in. Its the lights and atmosphere.
What was the most someone won in one night? 1.1 million dollars.
If I were looking to move to Vegas, how difficult do you think it'd be to get a decent paying job working in the casinos? I have a friend who moved there and is looking for a roommate, but I'm nervous about taking the step without a job lined up. As long as you have a good head on your shoulders and the motivation, its pretty easy to get into the business.
What''s your salary roughly? Thats actually the only thing im not willing to disclose. Sorry pal.
Who is your favorite porn star? Hootie McBoob.
Do casinos usually offer part-time jobs as croupiers? Always have part time positions open. Especially for weekends.
I saw that you didn't like Ocean's Eleven, but how did the guys get all those hooker flyers into the vault? Lol your guess is as good as mine ;)
1) How's the pay? 2) You already mentioned that you worked your way up from a dealer. Is there much higher that you can go? 3) How has the economic downturn affected business? The pay is great You can go to managing a whole casino, given time Business has actually gone up. Alberta isnt very effected by it.
How often do you feel like De Niro? Every day.
Are there or have there been times when you know someone is cheating or doing something "unethical" but you just can't get the evidence? If so, do they still frequent the casino? do you feel like they do it on purpose to piss you (the casino) off because they know that you know? I dont need evidence, if someone is suspected of cheating they are gone. AGLC backs us 100%
I live in vegas and recently a guy robbed a casino and stole like 100k of chips, whats the process of making sure he isnt able to cash those chips in. (He was wearing a mask) So does the casinos like remake all new chips or what? We track our 100$ chips very carefully. when people cashout 100 or more, we know about it. If we dont see them playing, we watch that person closely.
What is the best way to get a room comped for a weekend (I always seem to get Sun-Thur offers)? What is the average bet / hours required of play (assuming black jack)? Is it true you should expect 30% of your losses returned in the form of comps? I wouldnt count on getting 30%, maybe 5-10%. Average bet should be about 50-60$
Lots of questions have come up about players cheating, but what about the house? I know people who have seen casinos get busted for rigging games. I have certainly played at blackjack tables where the dealers seemed to have an uncanny ability to predict hands, I even once had a dealer reveal a blackjack without using the little peek thing. Dealt, asked for insurance (with great intensity), told us we should have taken the hint and flipper her card. Have you seen any cheating by the house or have any reason to think it happens? Never have I seen cheating by the house. I guarantee it doesnt happen in any legit casino in Canada. There are inspectors at all times. I truly believe that it doesnt happen. As a dealer myself I could "predict" my handsquite often. Because you do it so many times in one day you are bound to get it right.
How many bones have you witnessed being broken? or families ruined because of gambling everything away? a lot or a ton? Maybe 5 broken bones, probably 50 families :(
Have you ever felt the need to tell some poor old folks: "Take your welfare checks home." ? Nope, they usually play small just to pass the time. They are very nice.
How prevalent is patron on patron theft? For example, leaning over and grabbing a few of someone else's chips while they're not looking, or tapping their stack with a drink (which happens to have tape on the bottom) or things like that? Doesn't happen very often chip wise. But it does happen if people leave credits in a machine, drop money on the ground, or leave money in an ATM. We will hunt the patron down and force them to pay back the money.
Why do Asians gamble so much and where the hell do they get all of that money? I dont want to speculate where they get it..
What would be the best way to go about robbing a casino? Not trying ;). No one gets away.
What do you do with underage kids or kids with fake IDs? do they ever show up? Kick them out and file a report. If they have fake ID, file it with the police.
I went to the casino for my first time last week. Slots are boring as shit. Do you recommend a black jack guide to get the hang of things? Thanks. Always good to go in knowing basic strategy. check out wizardofodds.com.
How much do you earn on average yearly? Cant disclose that :(
What's your take on Scorsese's 1995 "Casino"? :D:D. Would watch again.
Did you read the novels by Mario Puzo about the inner workings of a casino? Would you say that they are accurate? Not yet, in process.
What's your favorite Canadian province besides Alberta? Ontario.
My question is why did you use a combination of Photoshop and real-life obfuscation for your badge? Carefully torn and placed pieces of pink and black tape, then some kind of 1990s-era Photoshop airbrushing around the perimeter... I was looking for something quick. And I never really used a site like this. I know, I suck.
What are your thoughts on the Martingale method of gambling on Red/Black in Roulette? I have had moderate success waiting for a run of 4 of one colour, then betting $25 on the opposite colour, then doubling each time until I win. Its a very bad system for the most part. you risk a lot to win a little.
How often do customers claim the dealer misheard/misinterpreted what they said to do? E.g.. the customer was playing blackjack, didn't want to hit, but the dealer misheard them and dealed them a card, which caused them to bust. 5 times a day at least. I usually give them the benefit of the doubt.
Are there any games that people can beat long run other than bj? You can't beat BJ in the long run. There is no way to make money.
Since Counting cards isn't illegal, if you catch someone do you still black ball them and tell all the other casinos? No. Unless they actually cheat, they aren't black balled.
What is the craziest thing you've seen? I answered this a little further down bud.
Have you ever seen a guy eat his own head? Hasn't happened to date..
Have you seen a live unicorn? Nope, it was dead.
What's the largest sum of money you've seen someone lose in one day? 100K on blackjack.
So you admit that you are a liar? EDIT: I do believe this means you have to forfeit your casino to me. Rules are rules I guess :(
Have you ever seen a queen in her damned undies, as the feller says? Once back in 06.
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