It turns out that building a humongous casino in a small city next to a mid-sized river, nowhere near a big city, the ocean, the desert, or good weather, excludes you from the “destination” designation. This means not many people want to come to lose their money in your oversized sucker palace.
Clearly, we were overly optimistic with our revenue projections. While we averaged twenty-two bajillion dollars per month, we just couldn’t move the needle to our target of thirty-two wadzillion per month. The forty-two flabillion we’ve extracted from this community in five years (even with a pandemic) just isn’t satisfying our stockholders. They’re complaining that they’re not making enough in stock buybacks to purchase a second yacht, private jet, or Supreme Court justice.
It looks like even though we told everyone there’d be three thousand jobs for the locals, we’ve only managed to hire less than half that amount. Who knew blackjack dealers wanted decently funded schools for their kids?