Personally, although I am a "Low Roller" in the casino, I do spend a lot of time in the Poker Rooms in live games. The casino earns money by charging me "rent" for my poker seat. And I've been known to sit in a game for 30+ hours. That rent usually equates to more than $10.00 /hour, and usually is a lot more. Closer to $15.00-16.00 /hour for the stakes I prefer.
I may also put a small amount of time at 'small' stakes in the VP, slots, or a table game for entertainment purposes, boredom, thirst, or other reasons. But, essentially, I am a low roller and poker player. I have a +EV at live poker, and usually pay all my expenses plus some profit on my casino outings. I keep a journal with results going back to the early 80's, for every poker session I've played, so I know what to expect.
Yet I always seek a host when visiting a casino for the first time. Always. And usually with the first hour of my visit. I'll introduce myself, get their card, chat, try to make a friend, and explain what my action in their place may be worth. I'm just trying to make a friend, who coincidentally has "power of the pencil". I usually seek out "MY" host on any return "just to say hello", even if it's the next day.
I consider this to be part of my "job", which I consider as a "Casino Hoe" privately, "Poker Player" publically.
If I see the host later on the floor, etc, I'll go out of my way to be friendly and greet them. And often I'll ask if there's anything they can do to 'help' me for my next visit. Or ask for a buffett. And guess what, this almost always works and I get a lot of 'unearned' buffetts, etc.
And if - when I has an issue with someone, which I seriously try to avoid, I will immediately ask that person to please call "MY host, <insert host name here>"
Well, long story short, if it's reasonable, the issue is usually immediately resolved.
Kinda reminds me of a little "joke":
A successful businessman flew to Vegas for the weekend to gamble.
He lost the shirt off his back, and had nothing left but a
quarter and the second half of his round trip ticket. If he could
just get to the airport he could get himself home.
So he went out to the front of the casino where there was a cab
waiting. He got in and explained his situation to the cabbie.
He promised to send the driver money from home, he offered him
his credit card numbers, his drivers license number, his address,
etc. but to no avail. The cabbie said;
"If you don't have fifteen dollars, get the hell out of my cab!"
So the businessman was forced to hitchhike to the airport and was
barely in time to catch his flight.
One year later the businessman, having worked long and hard to
regain his financial success, returned to Vegas and this time he
won big. Feeling pretty good about himself, he went out to the
front of the casino to get a cab ride back to the airport. Well
who should he see out there, at the end of a long line of cabs,
but his old buddy who had refused to give him a ride when he was
down on his luck. The businessman thought for a moment about how
he could make the guy pay for his lack of charity, and he hit on
a plan.
The cabbie recognized the businessman and watched as he got into
the first cab in the line. After a short conversation the driver
became very agitated and screamed"
"Get the hell out of my cab!!"
The businessman got into the next cab, had another short
conversation and was again told, "Get the hell out of my cab!"
The businessman got into the back of each cab in the long line
with the same result. When he got to his old friend at the back
of the line, he got in and asked "How much for a ride to the
airport?"
The cabbie replied, "fifteen bucks, and I bet you don't have any
money right?"
The businessman said, "I have plenty of money" and flashed a wad
of bills, "Drive on"
As they drove slowly past the line of cabs the businessman smiled
as he gave the other cabbies the thumbs up sign.
"I don't get it," said the driver, "why did the rest of the
guys scream at you to get out of their cabs?"
"I asked them if they'd give me a blow job for an extra $15"