I'm going to town today to get a physical for a part time job at a casino. The job will probably turn full time before long.
That would be quite an accomplishment to get started in the gaming industry as I am sure that there are certain requirements in regards to obtaining gaming credentials. It was always a dream of mine to work in the industry in Las Vegas or at least relocate there and obtain alternative employment. Well, at least I got married to my honey in Vegas on Thanksgiving Day, Nov 27, 2014.
My wife arranged beforehand for a local pastor to marry us that was affiliated with her church denomination. The ceremony was performed in our room (1206) in the Hilton at the end of the strip across from Circus Circus. The witnesses were two bellhops ad a maid. Because we chose to get married on their property the Hilton paid for our Thanksgiving Dinner. Very nice peeps there. I wanted to get hitched at the Little Wedding Chapel down the road with Elvis officiating the nuptials but my wife thought that was a little tacky. I was going to have him sing "Love Me Tender" afterwards which I thought was a nice touch.
I wish you well in this endeavor and please let me know how it turns out as I may one day join you.
Life for me is a series of adventures, either good or bad. Even the bad ones can turn into a positive experience if a lesson is learned and applied. For me, being married is a really grand adventure. It was an adventure marrying my late second wife as I knew beforehand her medical challenges that would eventually end her life prematurely. Before I married her God spoke to me and said that I was the right man for the job of taking care of her but I had to count the costs because if I accepted the assignment there was no turning back. I did in fact accept it and this particular adventure lasted 11 years and 2 months. It was the hardest period of my life in trying to take care of her while having to maintain full-time employment, taking care of the bulk of the ordinary things pertaining to maintaining a household, along with dealing with her 2 adult children, her son being the main problem whose foolishness caused me to become evicted from my apartment.
At the time, my late wife was now in a nursing home but I did visit her on a regular basis. The last 8 years of our marriage was in Maine where her family was. My family was in Orlando. It was 8 long years of loneliness, isolation and despair. I spent the last 6 months before she died staying with a neighbor and sleeping on the couch for a nominal weekly stipend.
After the funeral service a week later I told her son that the game was now over and that he would have to fend for himself as his mother was no longer alive to run interference for him. She always thought that he was a child even though he was over 30 years old. Spent thousands on his upkeep during the marriage as he refused to work or even help out in small ways like cleaning up after himself or at least take out the trash once in awhile. I was what is called an 'enabler'. I did that to keep the peace between my late wife and myself. Not sure it was a wise course of action but it's over now.
The whole point of the exercise was to be a loving and faithful husband to her in an effort to alleviate her pain and suffering. For that is what I am called by God to do in my walk on this earthly plain. There is a price to pay for trying to humbly serve the Lord with love in your heart. In my estimation it is well worth the cost of admission.