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excellent thread, keep it up!
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So I had a further look and I found ANOTHER envelope, this one containing 115 Euros (about $160 / £78). I thought for a second that I could convert this at the bank then take this to the poker club tonight where they'd put it onto my Full Tilt account, and I could spent the evening/night playing. I get paid tomorrow so I could easily replace it in the event I lost it.
Oh Lord, why do you send these things to tempt me? Instead, I took it straight over to the lady in accounts and handed it over. She said no Euros had been issued to the laywer since last November and she didn't know what it was from, but took it anyway. So again I think I could quite easily have kept it, unless the next time the lawyer went on a trip and needed Euros he remembered his secretary had some in her desk and asked about it. I suppose it comes down to risk to reward ratio. In this case, the risk, however slight, outweighs the reward. Losing ones own money is one thing; losing money you've stolen is another - how depressing it would be! I walk the street a virtuous man! |
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By the way this means the hourly steal-rate would be around $300 a desk. Multi-desking it'd be through the roof!
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Actually I played poker from 12.15am to 4am today, since a credit card payment I'd made cleared allowing me to put more on the card. I deposited $120; got up to $240 in the first ten minutes, and just before 1am went to the poker club where I withdrew $80, bought cigarettes, tea and a cheese and ham toastie, and continued playing. I played a $26 PLO tournament and some $0.25/$0.50 and $0.50/$1. I lost the $160 I had left in the account in a variety of sick PLO beats:
* we both flop a straight on a rainbow board and the money goes in; I have redraws going higher; he has a pair of twos, and catches runner-runner house. * we both have strong aces, money in preflop, his sidecards make him a straight. * I bust out the tournament potting with strong aces, flopping another ace for my set, potting it, being put all-in by an idiot with nothing but an up-down 8-out straight draw which of course comes. So I walk out at 4am down about $40 (plus having spent about the same on food, cigarettes, taxi home, and a couple of beers to knock me out; I finally fall asleep at 5am). The point is, I have a total disregard for money. But disregarding my own is one thing; getting in trouble with someone else's is quite another. |
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#5
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good job gambling more
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#6
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Let't face it. You are a whining wimp.
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#7
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Let't face it. You are a whining wimp. [/ QUOTE ] Eh, that's a bit uncalled for. But, I never denied it... |
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#8
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If all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap, whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be content to take their own and depart.
Socrates A wise gamester ought to take the dice even as they fall, and pay down quietly rather than grumble at his luck. Sophocles If you are gonna be a sucker, be a quiet one. Amarillo Slim |
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