Secrets of a Lotto worker: What I saw behind the counter as I sold countless Aussies the dream of becoming instant millionaires

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By SARAH BROOKES – SENIOR REPORTER, AUSTRALIA 10:41 10 Oct 2026, updated 10:41 10 Oct 2026

For years, I sold Australians the dream of becoming an instant millionaire from behind the counter of a Lotto kiosk in Midland Gate, better known to locals as Hellgate, in Midland, one of Perth’s roughest suburbs. It’s the kind of place that makes Sydney’s Mount Druitt look like a gated community.

From that little kiosk, this teenager had a front-row seat to human superstition, desperation and, every now and then, genuinely life-changing luck.

We had our regulars. Mostly lonely old men who’d shuffle up to the counter, ask me to kiss their tickets for good luck and promise to buy me a car or take me on holiday if they won. Or they’d ask for my birthday and use it as a lucky number.

They certainly weren’t going to get lucky with me.

I lost count of how many times I heard: ‘Make sure you get me a winner’.

Sorry, mate. I already sold all the winning tickets to the first 20 blokes who made that joke today.

And also, if I knew which ticket was the winner, I wouldn’t be standing here earning $12 an hour and pretending your joke was original.

Arguably, the worst luck I witnessed while working at the Lotto kiosk was serving a customer who would later become my much-maligned ex-boyfriend.

He wandered in one day to buy a ticket and was apparently captivated by my smile and fetching uniform of synthetic trousers and a wildly patterned top that was capable of triggering a seizure and looked like something my nan would have bought from Katies in a clearance sale.

And I was captivated by his love of travel and childlike enthusiasm.

This was before Tinder, before sliding into DMs and when mobile phones were roughly the size of house bricks, so he returned the following day and asked me out.

Like a lottery ticket, he was full of promise but ultimately a disappointing loser who cost me far more money than he ever returned.

But one of the strangest things I learned while working there had nothing to do with picking winning numbers or boyfriends.

It was how often people won and didn’t even realise it.

On quiet afternoons, my colleague and I would raid the bins for discarded scratchies because, as it turned out, many older Australians were either flummoxed by the instructions or simply couldn’t see properly.

Some would give the ticket a quick squint, decide they’d won nothing and fling it into the bin without a second thought. Others would scratch about 80 per cent of the card and conclude that the remaining 20 per cent was unlikely to contain the jackpot.

We’d casually fish them out and discover $5 winners, $10 winners and the occasional ticket worth far more.

On a good day, we’d find hundreds of dollars’ worth of prizes that had been thrown away by people who spent every week dreaming of a windfall but somehow couldn’t identify one when it was literally sitting in their hands.

Yet even that level of self-sabotage paled in comparison to what happened when jackpots got really big.

There were the frantic jackpot days when people convinced themselves they had to buy their tickets early or they’d end up with the ‘bad’ numbers.

Maths has never been my strongest subject, but I’m pretty sure probability doesn’t care whether you bought your ticket at 8am or five minutes before closing.

Try explaining that to someone who’d been queueing since breakfast because they were convinced all the lucky numbers would be gone by lunch.

Lottery players are optimists by nature, but some treated random number generation like a Boxing Day sale, as if the winning numbers were sitting in a pile out the back and the early birds got first pick.

There were customers who regularly confessed to accidentally running their multi-million-dollar dreams through the washing machine, leaving us to deal with mangled paper pulp and hoping the barcode scanner could somehow read a shredded ticket.

Nothing says ‘future millionaire’ quite like painstakingly piecing together a lottery ticket on the counter with sticky tape.

Then there was the syndicate drama. Office pools and family syndicates caused endless chaos.

Working the register meant listening to people argue over whether Cousin Bruce really paid his $5 contribution to the big rollover draw or watching someone try to sneak into a winning group after the numbers were announced.

There were also the regulars who became fiercely protective of ‘their’ terminal or the exact machine that printed their ticket.

If another customer stepped up to that particular register and won a small prize, they’d act as though their entire future had been stolen right out from under them.

Western Australians have a particularly intense relationship with lotto.

Maybe it’s because Perth doesn’t have pokies outside the casino. Maybe it’s Lotterywest’s near-mythical status. Maybe it’s the promise that every ticket somehow helps the community.

Whatever the reason, jackpots seemed to grip Perth in a way few other things could, turning otherwise sensible people into believers who genuinely thought the winning numbers might sell out.

And it’s big business. In 2025-26, Lotterywest returned more than $1billion to the community through grants and prizes.

Lotterywest, which has been around since 1933, has pulled off one of the great marketing tricks of modern Australia: persuading people that buying a lottery ticket is both gambling and community service.

We happily line up for a shot at instant riches while telling ourselves it’s all for a good cause.

So what did I learn from all of this? That the real product wasn’t a lottery ticket.

It was hope. Hope sold everywhere, but it sold especially well in Midland.

This was a suburb where people joked: ‘What do you call a Midland girl in a white tracksuit? A bride.’

It was the sort of place where you couldn’t really call yourself a Perth local until you’d been barked at by the local icon Mad Dog while minding your own business.

But behind all the jokes was a community full of people who wanted something better.

Hope that next week would be different. Hope that debts would disappear. Hope that work would become optional. Hope that luck would finally call your number.

For a few dollars, a lottery ticket let people imagine a different life. Not forever. Just until the numbers came out.

Every week, they bought the dream all over again. Every now and then it paid off.

Most of the time, though, the dream cost more than it paid.

Which is why, looking back, I would have spent that weekly Slikpik money buying Vanguard ETFs instead.

Had I invested $7.40 a week rather than chasing Division One, I’d have tens of thousands of dollars more today.

Not quite a lottery jackpot but unlike Lotto, I’d actually be guaranteed to win.

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