Thursday Remembered

Well friday night not too much happened, we just kept working our arses off! I great player kept betting for us and pressing and we kept winning together!

My stalker Aaron showed up when I was on stick and snuck up behind me and scared the shit out of me again, he always says "Oh baby, I love your Hair!"

And now I remember Thursday night! Thursday was fun and funny!

First off I was on hte front table and the doors were open, I was getting cold fast. I asked my box man to get the doors closed. This happened to be the box man I used to have big problems with. I said "Serious I am COLD, feel my hands!" as a stick out my hand in his diection. He reached up skeptically and took my hand, as he took mine into his his eyes popped open so wide, he was shocked at how cold it felt.

Not too much later, Phil showed up and asked me what I thought of his buzz session. I said it was the best one I had ever heard. Then he leaned ito my ear to whisper his appriciation "I love you for that." I laughed. Then the box man told him we wanted to close the doors, and he said "J's so cold she asked me to hold her hand!" Phil took one cocked-head look at me, like a dog hearing a whistle in the distance, with out saying 'is this true?' I simply replied "It's the truth!" Even the boxman got a little laugh out of the whole thing.

And before I knew it I saw the doors getting closed.

Phil must be very impressed with the change in relationship I have with this box man.

Big word for revenge

If I haven't said so before, I will say it now. I like to start on stick, Not because it enable me a 20-minute EO (Early Out) on a 8 hour shift, but because I like to see the table. I like to get a good view on whats going on on the table and pick the side with the most favorable action.

Today I went to the dead side and avoided a guy with big crazy bets who was loosing his ass. I think he lost about $5,000 at that table alone.

On a break later with my box man, I said " You mad at me for not taking the big side?" because I have the most dice experience of todays crew. But he said "no." So I went on with the day.

Even later yet... I'm on stick and my favorite stroker shows up.

A Stroker is a player who intentionally or unintentionally jerks the dealers around. Often this is done by throwing out late bets or by pulling tricks like throwing a 100 bill on the Field at the last second and then asking for change when a non-field number rolls. Other Stroker techniques including mumbling bets so that the dealer can not hear and "barber poling their bets (betting multiple denominations of chips at once) so the dealers have to work to break down the bet for payoff. Some Strokers actually work in teams at each end of the table, one betting the pass line and the other betting the don't pass line to jack up comps and to get free drinks.

OK, he is not so bad as this makes it, but he does drive me nuts! He doesnt do anything illegal, just a pain!

So he asked what side i was dealing on as I was on stick when he showed up.I pointed to the opposite side and laughed, but the box gave me up and I was screwed. It was my comeuppance!

I am guessing my box saw him and planted him on my table! For making him babysit the newer dealers on the big action early on.

Idiots and Pranks

Last night the evening was filled with excitement.

A few prime moments.. or hours stick out in my mind.

1st off ... Slow table, and a couple walk up, the guy bets $5 on Hard 6, when I am on stick, Baseperson repeats loud and clear "Hard 6, $5 bet" the roll direct to follow is a 6, easy. I lock up the bet. Dude starts yelling, "Where'd My Hard 10 go?" Box man decided to let him have the bet as a Hard 10 and we go on with the game. Then the cocktail waitress brings the drinks and this guy's girlfriend gets her drink and lays in ON THE FELT, no box man sitting at the moment, I Stopped the Game, and made a fuss "No Drinks on the table AT ANY TIME!!!"

Ok then I get to base around 10 pm, 1 hour into the shift, and tap out my fellow dealer and in the mean time I sneak the Employee ID/Time clock card from my coworkers belt, where it was clipped, and hide it.

And during all this fun, a couple of newbies start playing and the guy has a bet in the field and asks if he can move it, So I Say "Sure." So he slides it over in the field, still in the field... And I just about died laughing as did the stickman who's ID is missing. *wink*

Then the stickman asks me to look on the floor near me to see if I see his ID, I glance around and reply "Nope..." The boxman is in on the joke, he tells him to go look at in Lost/Found and HR, so on his next break he does so and of course doesn't find it. He also learns he has to PAY for a replacement. Now he is in a BAD MOOD and it is cracking me up!

While he is on another break I coconspire with the box man, we hide it behind the toke box and make sure it works out so he has to be the one to drop the tokes after work, then his badge will fall to his feet. When this happened it was great! Then the boxman and I busted up! He was missing it for 7 hours, whilst he had no idea it was a prank on him!

Its Just Chips

The 2nd Base of the table playing on $40-60 buy ins and minimum bets. The 3rd base side playing lots of green.

A guy on the 2nd base side says loud enough for the box man to hear "Thats a lot of money down there!"

I'm on Stick and I hear the Box man reply "Its all just chips..."

I could not resist... I interjected while pointing my stick at the box man "And there's your DIP!"

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Later I have a different Box man... and I'm on base now. The rolls have all been cold, maybe 4-5 passes of the dice average. The dice get into someone elses hands, roll a number to create a point, roll a another number, then roll a seven.

My not normally so witty box man says "That wasn't bad... It was terrible!"

No one ever expected such comment to come from this guy! Which is what made it funny!