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Kosher

2009-12-01T15:24:00.001-08:00

Last night at work in the breakroom, I was having a conversationn with a few other dealers and a cocktailer. The conversation was about one of the dealer's involved in the conversation about his reigion and lifestyle- judaism. He spoke of not eating pork- namely BACON; and of not mixing meats and dairy.

Then the cocktailer, who I might mention is foreign of some Asian decent, said to him she wants to whisper a question to him. He responded that it was ok she could ask outloud... So she did and her questio to him was:

Can you eat pussy?

And she had honest to goodness pure curiosity in her tone of voice.

Better yet is the Jewish dealer's response:

ABSOLUTELY! It is highly encouaged by the Rabbis!

I did everything I could do to not laugh when she eased, but lost it when he answered.

to blog or not to blog

2009-04-26T07:38:00.000-07:00

do you want to hear about how our craps table and roulette table came in.
do you want to hear about how i taught a class on hte new table.
roulette is missing its wheel yet.
we got the felts on the Texas Hold'em Bonus & 3 Card Poker tables.
I've got the 1st edition/version of our dealers manuals in the hands of upper management. that i composed them from the various other manuals i had , (which were this casinos OLD manual from when they had a pit 5 or so years ago, my old employers manuals, and the manuals provided by the game manufacturers). it was a long week of typing.

plus this past week...
had a scare of a lost dog.
locked keys in car with purse, and the in-progress manuals i spoke of above. police tried to slimjim it but there is a lock out feature. had to make S drive up the hill with spare keys.

was a crazy week,
but i spontaneously invited dad and the fam to come over for a BBQ although the temps didn't get over 60. we had a nice visit.
I am hoping the upcoming week is a lot smoother.

Teaching

2009-04-12T12:54:00.000-07:00

So we have been giving some craps lessons to other employees who want to deal for us.
Not a good feeling for me.

I am reaching out to all of the unemployed or meerly extraboard craps and or roulette dealers out there who are transient enough to want to move to colorado to get a job dealing.

Craps is new to CO... so is roulette...

Colorado

2009-04-05T20:48:00.000-07:00

In spite of the current weather I am happy to be in Colorado, more-over happy to be OUT of New Mexico/Hell.

Check this out... I have had hardly any pain since I got here! thumb or neck! Scott says it is Psycho-symatic, what ever.. its gone, well seems it moved into his thumb.

The job is working out well so far, in all of a week I have had it. I'm not actually a Pit Supervisor yet, because we don't have the pit in yet, but lots of research and planning.

My title is actually Lead Pit Supervisor and I am the right-hand (wo-)man to the tablegames manager who I worked with back in Vegas.

Colorado is very impressive in many ways! I like the city, as I am in a Denver suburb, I have almost as much access as I did to everything, in Vegas. People are nicer than anywhere else i have ever lived. Even tho my drive to work is almost an hour in good weather, it is a beautiful drive thru the mountains. Tho the other day it was snowing like mad and it took 2.5 hours to get home.

well thats about it from me for tonight. I think the new locale will help me feed my blog-monster :)

I am also on twitter, same username. check me out there too!

A Cure for the Pain

2009-03-02T11:10:00.001-08:00

As i woke up this morning all i wanted was a Vicodin. The pain in my thumb and wrist were screaming. I popped the pill with some toast n jelly, called my hand specialist referral and made the appointment. 1st available day was thursday 3-19... i took it, but wished for sooner. like today! oh well! I am horrified and nervous of getting the shot of cortisone in my hand. My grandma just had one a month or so ago and she said it hurt like hell! And the actual hand did also for a good week or so, thereafter!

I know tho that cortisone is not a cure. I had in once in my neck last year, well that pain as made its way back also.

I can not imagine getting these injections every 3 or 4 months until i build up a tolerance to the cortisone and then have to go under a damn knife. Nor do I want to become a hydrocodone junkie.

Pain and Packing

2009-02-27T17:55:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I got a root canal. yeouch. i have some pain meds and antibiotics now.

I'm posting the chronicles of packing my studio on my other blog studiojcards.

I will also be packing other parts of the house, but that room is a story of it's own!
feel free to follow along if you like!

Pain...

2009-02-03T20:41:00.000-08:00

I'm stuck.
I'm uninspired and in varying pains.

My neck/left shoulder is starting to bother me more, I pause and think back to the similar experience with pain S had in 2006. I am scared and too far away from the doctor he entrusted his spinal cord with. The effects of the epidural injection in which he gave me in August ( 6 months ago) have warn off completely. I started to feel them wear off slowly over the last few months.

I had been babying that left side from use while I was still dealing craps, then I screwed up my thumb/wrist on the right side with this tendonitis and had to start using the left 100% as I had my right in a variety of splints, wraps and bandages.

Now I am not dealing craps now and gingerly using both sides, while on my light duty assignment of simply counting money, in both paper and poker chip format. But sometimes, like just a while ago, I sat in my recliner reading hubby's manuscript and I felt with both hands, it was difficult and strenuous to even hold 20 pieces of paper in my hands upright.

I had started seeing an acupuncturist, Dr. Emily as she calls herself, twice now, on a weekly basis, and once more tomorrow. The 1st visit I swear i felt different durring and after. I was only being treated for the tendonitis in my right thumb joint at the wrist. I felt a warming tingling all through that thumb and she said it was a good reaction. Something about the energy flow. I do not have a lot of knowledge on the practice of acupuncture, I had referals and recomendations from friends. When I returned for a 2nd appointment she put needles in other places as well as that thumb wrist area. I had initially explained to her of my bulging disk and pinched nerve there-from. So I think the 2nd round, with a few needles in my neck, she hoped to treat that pain also. But the little wooden platform beds you must lay on whilst adorning needles, which have only maybe a 2" flimsy padding on them, was not enough, I got antsy, uncomfortable and squirmed and a needle fell off. It was one of which she had put in the side of my neck. I do not know if there are other laying postures this procedure, but i will ask with great hopes to hear there are. BUT... ever-since the last treatment last wednesday I feel my neck, shoulder and connected pains are worstening. Coincidence? Possibly. I will bring it up with her also on my next visit.

neck pain worstening
unconfortable platforms

Last night, S's 1st night back from his vegas trip, I could not get to sleep, I could not find a possition for by neck and head to rest in that did not feel like someone was sinching a knot in my neck or stabbing it with a letter opener.

I do not think the holistic ancient chinese medicine is going to help a bulging disk. As much as I had wanted to avoid invasive treatments, narcotic cocktails and possible convolescence I feel it coming inevitable. I now think I want it- Vicodin, and all! Please put me into a drugged pain-free stupor!

Couple all that with how miserable I am here in this sleepy brown city and the cold winter days, I am, to my own dismay, finding my self fall back into that terrible disease they call depression, which started upon me once before, amost one year ago.

I need to go back to Vegas to be operated on, and I need to find a way to stay there as I am afraid of what will come of me if i stay here.

Momma Meets Rainman...Run, this IS your sign!

2009-01-30T02:00:00.001-08:00

Picture yourself this, You are surrounded by 2 types of people in general, most of which are "Rain Man" caliber males of the hispanic or native american variety. And chances are they really do get their underwear at the (K- or Wal-) Mart of Espanola!*

The other type of person surrounding you is an Anne Ramsey/ Momma (as in "Throw Momma from the Train") caliber female of the hispanic or native american variety. Smelling of cat liter and cigarette smoke, she scorns you for speaking to her.

And neither of them make me feel very welcome in the foreground of my place of employment. And the rest of the surrounding people you can look at as a younger cross section of both of the above... and see them grown old in your mind's eye as some sick hateful old bastards or witches.

Yet they still ask you how the kiosk works so they can enter the drawing for the free 42" flatscreen TV, and they probably don't even have basic cable, because as I see it the peublo is more of a trailor-park than anything I have ever seen in the midwest.

*I withdraw my battle for the ñ, an N with a ~ over it, I dont frippin care any longer, go ahead and say it in english! or better yet say it in some mixed up dislexic perspective like someone i know who thought it was Esmerelda ...

I need to get the F out of here, I wonder if this was wrote to me...

Brown, Shitty effin' Brown - EVERYWHERE

2009-01-30T01:45:00.001-08:00

So it was recently pointed out to me how ugly this place really is... by S none-the-less...and he continues the day muttering lyrics from The White Stripes' "Dead Leaves and The Dirty Ground."

It is true, everything is some sort of brown here. they don't paint houses colors, not even white. everything is some sort of shitty brown color, and even the muni trash cans are dark enough green they blend into the brown.

The only exception is cars. And that is because beaner boy likes his ricer to be quickly spotted when going 80 mph in a 65, even by the local law enforcment officers who you've read about on S's blog. I STOPPED- I SWEAR!

When I first moved into this house ( i refrain from the word HOME) i liked the varied earth tones and non whiteness of the interior walls. I bought brown bath towels to match the bathroom, now i want to burn them.

I feel highly compelled to go buy a bright red hooka lounge style semi circle sofa. Of course this would cause S an aneurysm that we can not afford treatment for. BUT i do have a hot pink Velveteen Queen Anne chair i inherited hears ago i could bring out into the mail area of the house just to look at and LAUGH OUT LOUD about! I'm also feeling a deep need to go dye my hair of the same color, just to show i do not belong here.

Light Duty vs. Unpaid Leave

2009-01-11T11:39:00.000-08:00

I'll take the light duty.

So after the negotiations and discussions with various management, a position of light duty has been arranged for me so that i can work while i am dealing with tendinitis.

The pit is the only department that does NOT have a light duty position at this casino. So I have coincidentally been given a position as Poker Room Cashier.

S is a Poker Room supervisor there as you probably know, and so far I am not allowed to work there the same days he does, and he only works 3 days a week, so i work the other 4 and am scheduled 10-hour shifts.

Last night was the 1st night of this for me. And I have a bit of casino cage cashier experience from when i 1st moved to Vegas, at the Western on Fremont Street. Ya I know that was a bad choice, but a story for another time too.

So I was familiar with how to handle the drawer and I only had to learn a few things on the computer. It was all pretty fairly easy.

Given the option to stay in this position long term i might take it. I wish there was a way to have days off with S tho. I guess if this becomes a permanent thing, we might be able to work it out.

I just have to learn to listen for the dealers when they call out for chips. I don't always hear it, so maybe after a few shifts i will hear it naturally.

In the mean time, last night a few co-workers from the pit wandered in to play and or to visit. Everyone seems to know already that "I'm not allowed to work in the pit until I'm 100%" and since some cases of tendinitis are chronic, I may not get to go back....

All I can say is let's wait and see what happens, I may just go back to Vegas in the long-run!

11th Grade, all over again

2009-01-04T16:44:00.001-08:00

I was talking to my Mother, about how things are at my new job and i compared it to my Junior year of High School.

You see there was this teacher who had her head so far up her ass, she couldn't recognize a good paper for what it was worth and turned it in to the school board, as slander. It was about a failure to communicate with people who only saw things their way, who could not see things objectively.

She threatened to fail me. So my mother and I convinced the school board to have a different english teacher read and grade the paper objectively.

My opening line to the paper was a quote, from a movie:

What we've got here is... failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach. So you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it... well, he gets it.
I don't like it any more than you men.

The movie was, if you do not know, Cool Hand Luke.

Anyway, So I feel very similar conflicts within my work environment and my supervisors here.
I'm with-holding detail as I am cautious they might find and read this.

But much like going to the school board, I am taking similar actions in the work place now.

Not to mention this whole place is full of all the immature behaviors of a high school. Especially Cliques!

Winter vs. Casino

2008-12-14T20:16:00.000-08:00

So... Tuesday I woke up with a message from work not to go in, there was a power outage and the generators were not working. This meant my first snow day ever, from work or school or anything, since I grew up in Southern California, where snow is not.

Today, I went in to work as planned and as soon as I got my locker open the lights went out. The generators soon after kicked on, but it was still pretty dark around the casino. The casino employees laundry carousels were not on the generators so I could not get my uniform. Eventually I discovered coworkers climbing into the carousels to get to their hook and retrieving a uniform, which I refused to do. So One coworker climbed back in to get mine for me.

I eventually had to get to work...to find out the generators only had 3 hours. After about 2 hours the power company still didn't have the casino up n running again, so the managers started sending dealers home at 8pm.

Good thing coz it was stuffy and dark and oddly starting to smell.

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On a side note, I stopped at Starbucks on my way to work with intentions to use what was left on a gift card. Not knowing what was left on it, I just wanted to spend it off, I have a feeling it was around 6.00 left. I wanted to order what I had loved from previous winters - Gingerbread latte. But this year they had something different, the gingersnap latte. I decided to try it. So there was some unknown amount of change left on the card, I turned around and handed it to the next person in line, and said "feel free to use the rest of this up on your order." And she was very grateful. "Tis the season", I said, as i walked out with my latte.

nothing new...

2008-12-02T13:39:00.000-08:00

today i posted in my other blog.... studiojcards.blogspot.com

Thursdays, Beverages, and a Birthday

2008-11-11T21:57:00.000-08:00

Well, another interesting day at the smoke filled, flea-ridden, would-be slot house, also known as Shitties of Gold. I've been scheduled to work there 2 days in this weeks schedule. Well at least today is a time and a half day ( veterans day) so I drudged through it and made the most of it.

A memo comes out late, today, regarding as of yesterday, that this casino's pit dealers will be splitting tips with those of the big sister of a casino I was hired to work at. So it's also not so bad to be there now, but still I've been scheduled to work there day shifts after working late shifts and getting off at 4am to turn around at be at work at 2pm, no time for a decent meal, shower and 8 hours sleep. So I usually forgo the shower and meal for the sleep :)

On top of this I have myself a meeting with the scheduling lady. She is going to try to keep the 2-10's from following the 8-4's. Also, She has to get special permissions to make sure I am scheduled off on thanksgiving - a Thursday - which i have had Thursdays off like 85% of the time so far, so she said if i am normally off Thursdays that could help, and the fact I told her I already made reservations and plans and invested in this day off, should help persway anyone who might not approve the day off for me, well i asked for the 5 days off from 11-21-08 and on.

And the other good news is if i am scheduled off, I will still get paid for it as it is a paid holiday like today was. if you work it you get time and a half, if you are scheduled off, you get paid 8 hours.

Speaking of holidays, your own birthday is considered a holiday and you can have it off with pay here. or one of any given days with in 1 days of your actual birthday. But until you have worked 6 months ( i think) you can not make tokes on your holidays off with pay... just hourly wages.

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OK, so about half way into my shift, my supervisor is talking about having a drink after work when he gets home, but remembers he forgot to stop n buy anything.

We have a totally dead pit...and I jokingly offer to run to the corner liquor store on the pojoaque to get it for him. He cocks his head and me "would you really?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and said "why not..."

So he steps back gets into his pocket and pulls out a 20 dollar bill. Then he tells me to clap out and step back, then hands me the 20. So i throw on my coat and go on my way to the very near liquor store to get his Kahlua. I am tickled and laugh about it to myself in the car.

I brought it mack to him in the pit in a brown bag with the change and receipt in the bag. He thanks me ever so excessively all the rest of the night.

Speaking of booze, at the end of the shift, some regulars who I enjoy giving a hard time to suggest "drinks in the lady's caddy after the shift" I thought she was kidding be she went on to explain she had all the fixings for greyhounds (ok thats not too muich, Grey Goose vodka and grapefruit juice). I make that bitter face and say "no one likes grapefuit juice" meaning myself. I graciously decline the drinks.

When I am on my way out of the casino to my car, they chase me down practically and try to coerce me to go. But I got out of it good.

I swear I think thats all people in the area do is drink in their off time.... maybe their time on too!

But it started making me think about my birthday, which is just a week or so away. 11/20 :)
I started feeling like having a party. I dunno if its too short of notice to make so, and not a lot of people here I know either, but i would invite some work friends and well who ever wants to come... we will see...

Dora The Dice Explorer

2008-11-02T18:01:00.000-08:00

So another wonderful Sunday the Shitties of Gold casino.

Have I ranted on this yet? I regularly work swing shift at BTR, starting in the evenings usually 6 or 8pm.

Well They have been continually been scheduling me 1 day a week at the Shitties, an ashtray of a casino at best... and for day shift (2pm-10pm) and non-the-less following a 8pm-4am. Barely enough time to drive to and from, sleep as close to 8 hours a I can, and have lunch before heading out the door.

The dealers don't make tips there, the average is so low it is shadowed even by my break-in house El Cortez (back in Vegas). That place just makes me ill- it is an insult to my carreer and experience. I've discovered there are dealers who have been illiminated from that Shitty rotation. I think I am at least equal to them in skill if not better in some cases. Thats like a pay raise, for them, not having to work there once a week. OR like a paycut for me, in having to work there once a week. And next week, I am not going in on my repetitive sunday afternoon, but on SATURDAY (WTF???) thats a big pay cut right there!!! I would just rather have the flippin' day off!

So anyway, today I am scheduled to deal with a similar crew to the one I had the last 2 weeks at least. But one exception, there was a young girl, I think from the regular day shift at BTR, who has bad habits I could rant about in my last post, and may come back to it, but for now.... lets stick to my metaphor for her...

Dora the Dice Explorer

I've ranted about the way some people sound, and I have ranted about people complaining about the way I sound on stick... It's for sure my turn!

Turn on your Nick Jr. cartoons and watch Dora for just a few minutes, long enough for it to get on your nerves, then close your eyes and imagine her happy lil hispanic ass saying things like:

"Five fever five, the point is five, mark it" in all of her little happy smiley faced glory, that is DORA the explorer. OMG I think my teeth were peeling from hearing this.

And for once, I was welcoming a trainee to the table, in her an experienced dealer's place!

I'm going to keep calling her Dora... Dora has about 4 years experience and came to BTR from Big Rock Casino...

Now on to my pet peeves... keep the stick out of the base dealers stacks/working area!!! This one goes through the working area, place bets and come bets and not around the outside of the layout when going for the just-tossed dice, getting in my way, slowing down my pay-offs and just being a nuisance.

Several and It

2008-10-29T20:05:00.000-07:00

It seems to me that at least at this Santa Fe, NM casino, there are a lot of under-trained dealers and a lot with bad habits.

Lets start with "Several"...

Every time certain dealers need to specify Seven dollars, whether it be exactly seven dollars or Twenty Seven Dollars, they Refuse to say "Seven" and replace the word with "Several"
For example fellow on my side has a 3-dollar hard 6, which rolls, and these dealer will say:

Pay twenty-several dollars to you're third.

WTF?!?!?!?

On to "IS"...

What IS? The point is the only thing that IS! Not to these weirdos!
Let's say a player throws in a red chip ($5 Value) and asks for all of the hard ways 1 dollar each.
The player is due $1 change now. So this stick person will repeat the bet, set up the bed and direct this statement to me:

One is, to you your first.

Still, I have the same response WTF?!?!?!?!?!

These dealers make me twitch!

One more pet peeve, Slamming the stick.
There is one very particular dealer who does this on many occasions.
For instance, after the dice roll, as soon as they settle and he is about to call them, he smacks the stick onto the table.
Another instance, when he's about to say "One is, to your first." he smacks the stick down right in front of the player due one-dollar change.

This is discourteous and rude, not to mention annoying - and this one I have brought up to a box person or 2, who i dont think has brought it up. This is just as bad as slamming chips down on the table, payoffs should not ever make a noise!

I know for a long time i moaned n groaned about players, but now its these dealers...
I might even come back and bitch a little about some of the supervisors too, not yet tho!

180 degree difference

2008-09-24T06:20:00.000-07:00

We took a complete 180 from the way Monday went to Tuesday.

Tuesday was slow and worthless.

I am learning that taking 1st stick here doesn't make a bit of a difference when you go home!

It used to be, in Vegas, that starting on stick, on an 8 hour shift, you got the early push and went home that 20 minutes earlier than the rest, still getting the 8 hours of pay.

Last night we closed craps ( coz this ain't no 24 hour casino) at 1:30am-ish. My shift being 6-2 and yes I started on stick. I thought I was going to get lucky enough to go home as planned. Noooooooo.... close the table and then go "spade decks" Which is truly a waste of more than my own time because of course I can not remember the order of the 'original deck'... so someone had followed me and redid all my decks. A supervisor tried to tell me which was they went, and i explained "it wouldn't matter I was already told 57 times and still cant remember, I was born with Alzheimer's" He said, " Well maybe the 58th time a charm!" I granted him the efforts and let e tell me how it goes and to this moment i still can not remember.

Its something about rounded tops (hearts n clubs) are one way and pointed tops (spades n diamonds) are another way (A-K or K-A).

Some day i will make a cheat sheet to help me remember, but they are always in a hurry to get it done.

So whilst there are 6 of us at the baccarat table 'spading', the supervisor asks the table if we knew which direction the cards go naturally... there is a moment of silence, i blurt out "SOUTH" and he laughs, but the other white guy laughs even harder. Then the same person flips thru a finished deck and suggests it is a trick question. The boss spreads the deck and shows how theres is always an equal or greater than half of the pips pointing in one direction and the other in the opposite on each card.

so look at the pip cards here and see what He was trying to say...
especially in the clubs and hearts.

I know big deal huh, but this guy is full of mindless trivia!

For all of you in Vegas, he was a boxman at the Boulder Station before he came here. Some day I will ask him why he left there.

As long as he cuts back on sharing his useless Elvis trivia, he is the biggest Elvis know-it-all EVER known by me, and my Uncle Rob was a pretty big fan.

Sweating the Money

2008-09-23T09:20:00.001-07:00

I guess the natives really sweat the money here! I have never been pulled off a game when the pace is good and the players are happy/winning. This is the 2nd time in the last 3 weeks, heck in my whole dealing career!

It is very disappointing to me, and probably to the players also, who I have built relationships with, the way I have been molded to.

They throw on dealers who have less experience to slow it down and stop the fun. "killers" I know because I am a killer when it comes to Blackjack.

So I got to be bored the rest of the night...
And lucky me, cap off the night at work with a 6 deck "spading".

Spading is also known as Suiting the deck. Something I have never seen or had to do in any other casino.

I have only ever seen the pit bosses take the decks off the game and put them back into the boxes. I have never even seem them re-suit the decks. Just mark the corners and box them up and send them off (to who knows where).

So now whenever I kill and close a card game I have to put the deck back in its original order and mark the corners with a fat sharpie pen. And how fun is is to 'spade' a menagerie of 6 decks, from a shoe game!

I hope I just get to stay on Craps tonight!

But at least my last toke drop from craps last night before going to cards was nearly 300.00 in greens!

Oh I heard the bosses were upset at us for the players giving us player controlled bets. And he was parlaying for us!

I am starting to wonder where the bosses stand...behind us or in their own corner...

I wish I knew just how to approach them and ask them.

Learning my Lesson

2008-09-11T17:29:00.000-07:00

OK so with this work schedule and my latest illness, I've been kind of lazy to 'get dressed' until i have to actually leave the house.

Well, 1st of all the UPS or FEDEX men keep coming with goodies for me, and I have answered the door in my PJs (LOL).

2 days ago the UPS man came with a package from my Target wish list, the coffee press, thanks SL :)

Today the UPS man came with a large flat package, and I do not know who to thank. It is the Welcome mat for my front door entry. Who Sent this? Thank you who ever you are. There was no pacing slip or receipt this time :)

And the other day a UPS man brought me a package from my old landlord (something important left behind in the house in Vegas).

And 2x lately the FEDEX man came with Modems for our DSL connection. Had to return one, but thats alright.

Well after today's UPS Mans visit, S hollers that there are 2 people approaching the door. he gets the dogs outside and we open the door to meet yet another set of friendly neighbors, this time from across the street. So now We have met the neighbors on 3 sides... with in 2 weeks!

Like I think i have said before, or S has anyway, in 4 years in Vegas he never met the neighbors, and I only met one because UPS mis delivered a package of mine to them.

So the lesson learned, get dressed! be dressed, be prepared!

So anyone else wanna knock on my door today before I go to work, in 20 minutes? Coz now... now I am dressed and prepared!

Hot Shooter, Slow Game

2008-09-08T11:23:00.000-07:00

So we start out on a pretty slow game last night. Then some people start to trickle in and a guy from TN comes up and wants to play but is waiting for his buddy to meet him there before he starts to play. Well he would soon be the next shooter and so in realizing this fact he buys in, while i am on base, his side. His buddy comes almost as fast as his turn to shoot. I'd been talking to him and encouraging him, and so when he gets the dice i make a big deal and announce "hot shooter coming up" and so thru the rest of my time of that base, then thru my break, and my stick time he was still shooting and the game was HOT.

Prop bets were flying in and getting paid every single roll. In the middle of my stick time i get tapped ont he back and it is another dealer, who was not part of our crew. I have to finish my duties on stick with payouts and set up of new bets and I think she was then sent to a base ( my base), no big deal. We keep the game going and the payoffs too. Then at the end of my 20 on stick I get tapped off by ANOTHER person who was not in our crew, and as i go around the table the boss sends me to the other table... The 1st thing in my head is Phil's voice* (never question a supervisor on a game, just do what they say and if you wanna ask later, off hte game, thats up to you) so I just take it for what it is, they send their 2nd most experience dealer off the game. I guess they thought I was too hot for the players and maybe they were bringing in a cooler, or 2 or 3, becuase all but 1 of hte 4 of us got exchanged. The shooter shot for about an hour!

Our other game was a dead game tho for the most part of the rest of the night. But the hot game soon died off. I heard one supervisor tell another to close our table and they were going to use the extra bodies while they tought newer dealers the carnival games. I'm sent to break, it is just about 10:00pm. When I get back from my break I am sent home...

A. You're sick
B. You're bottom of the totem pole
C. We're overstaffed

So I go home no big deal. It was a welcome directive in my favor, due to my under-the-weatherness. I just wanted to sleep!

* I have had 2 impactful Phil's in my career as a dice dealer. 1st my instructor at the dealers school. 2nd my supervisor at Oshaes. I learned a lot from both of them!
If either of you are out there reading this, I thank you for all you have taught me.

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I might not have decided to move here had my juice from one of them had gotten me farther.
I had hopes for either moving up the ladder to dual-rate then floor at the kiddie pool, which is an action I waited too long for and never saw come to me.
OR I had hoped to get uiced into a job at the GN... Which I did audition for.
I felt like I was dead ending where I was. So, Here I am... dealing on an indian reservation in Santa Fe, NM.

Just a Visus

2008-09-06T23:18:00.000-07:00

So Thursday I wake up with a kind of sore throat you get before you get a cold. I thought it was just gonna go away, that I had maybe snored too much. The day went on and I went to work. I was not as loud as I normally am, I couldn't hear as well as I normally do and not to mention on the way to work I think I started to fall asleep driving, so ya I was lethargic too. I dunno maybe the bosses noticed I was not myself, even tho they had not had much time to learn what I was like... Having only just started on Monday. Well just about 2 hours into the shift the boss comes up to me while on the table and asks me if I want to go home. and I hoped on it with out hesitation! Explained to her I woke up with a sore throat that day and was gonna ask about the EO policy. She said, sign here and go home, get some cold medicine and rest. I thanked her and left.

So Friday, my 1st day off from my new job I got up and went to the urgent care doctors office to find out It's simply a virus kicking my ass and it will pass on it's own. I could take OTC cold meds to help relieve symptoms. Gets lots of rest etc, so I lay in bed the rest of the day and watched out new Direct TV between nodding off. I hoped the whole sick feeling would pass by the next morning... no luck. I wake up today and get a small bowl of cereal with S and his phone rings. We go get breakfast with a friend and I stick it out the best I can. I get cold sweats and all that shit... When we get home I took my temp and i have a slightly raised temp consistent with a cold. So I decide to head to work and let them decide to send me home. I give the parking lot security guard my story... that I am an employee and I am there to work but mostly to let the boss know I am sick and try to get excused from my shift, so he lets me park up front, woohoo, otherwise it is grand opening weekend and we can not even park in the employee lot, but rather in a muddy clearing in the construction zone north of the whole establishment and take a 'shuttle' to the building. I lucked out! Multiplied by 2 and a half.

I go to uniforms and get mine on. I head out to the pit early and find the boss of all bosses. Explain I was sick and did not know what the employee procedures and policies were, and was going to work if I had to. He led into a story about when he moved up here and how he was warned of getting sick around 2 weeks after moving here. Scoffed at the thought and sure enough got sick as scheduled! So he knew what I was going thru, the elevation change virus. Sent me on my way home and told me if I was still as ill tomorow to make sure to call in 4 hours before the shift I was scheduled for.

This was teh 2 stars for lucky today. Then comes the half, as I mention I was told I would get fast-tracked to at least dual-rate so I could sit box. I have the back issues ans dont think I could continue to deal 5 days a week ( let alone 6 as I was scheduled for this last week, thank god for early outs and sick days). Well he says he would see what he could do about it. *fingers crossed* I thanked him and excussed myself.

So here is hoping I can get into the suit soon! And that this virus leaves me by tomorrow night!

We Need STUFF

2008-09-02T08:45:00.000-07:00

So we gave away so much stuff so we would not have to move it or what ever, now we need to replace it. I have been surfing Freecycler and Craigslist and then I had an idea to make a wish list.

Target has a List maker, kind of like a gift registry and so I utilized it this morning.
What fun... kind of.
At least I don't have to go int he store and scan everything like I did when we got married.
So, anyway if you are interested in this at all here is the link to my list.
I am sure I will discover more things to add and add them as I think of it if they have it.
Big ticket items, I don't think I would go to Target to get.
We need a few large furniture pieces... Sofa, Dresser... But I hope to find these in the Craigslist or from Freecyclers. Or hit it big in a slot machine and just go buy it. I'm plain folk tho- I dont need fancy pansy stuff. Just Functional and attractive. So please keep you 1960's velour-like upholstered sofa to yourself please LOL. S has already hated my hot pink velveteen pincess chair since the day he saw it, but it's an antique - and it goes OH SO WELL with his haunted clock. :)

Almost every city has Freecyclers, its just a forum to post things you want, don't want anymore, need, etc... all based on FREE, as in just giving it away to someone who needs it. like hte whole PAY IT FORWARD concept.

WTF unburied..

2008-08-31T17:28:00.001-07:00

Well, got the boxes out of the bathroom, the lid was up on the toilet, but the boxes didn't get in deep enough to get wet. However, the toilet seat did get cracked :(

Add to shopping list:
Toilet seat.

Like there isn't enough we need to buy. But I feel obligated since it is a brand spankin' new toilet!

The Shopping list is getting Long! and the bank account is getting short.
We need paychecks!!! or donations :) LOL
Paypal welcome :) .......only kidding, i don't beg!

Well S starts work tomorrow, 5pm 11 hr shift, WTF is up with that!
I think I will be working Swing, I called the Pit and asked if i was on the schedule, but I was not yet, So I will head up there tomorrow to get in faces and get my name on the schedule so i can work / make money.

In the mean time, you all can head over to my Etsy shop and buy cards to help me financially!
I know there is not a lot listed, but i am sure I can accommodate your needs :) Send SOMEONE a card, for Pete's Sake! :)

Craigslist Rocks

2008-08-31T02:06:00.000-07:00

We have found so many good things good deals on CL!
A Bowflex for pennies on the dollar.
A vehicle at one point.
And now a House to rent!

If you have no idea, CL is like the worldwide classified ads!
list things,
buy, sell, trade things,
even forums to talk about all the above.

Tho I have had no luck in selling things.
I had many replies for prospective buyers of things I need.

I was never any good on Ebay either.
I guess if you read my blog you read S's and figured out i just prefer to put it out for free and collect money in spite of freeness! That my friends was amazingly great! should have done it sooner with the other 4 or 5 loads of goodwill donation trips. Well Trust me I will do it again when needed!

So anyway, back to CL, I think we are going to list the house we were leasing in Vegas on CL, and give the contact info for the agency in it!

Live in vegas, need a old 4bed/ 2 bath house with hot tub, 1 car garage, fenced in back yard....great for roommates or small family. Close to UNLV and LV Blvd even close to Downtown, if you had an inclination to go there. Schools, Park, police station, Post Office, Mall, Hospital all close!

link to follow tomorrow :)

WTF was that?!?!

2008-08-31T01:54:00.000-07:00

Its like 12:30am... I am sound asleep in bed in my new home. I hear something and it spooked the dogs. I figure it was a shelf in my studio so i go to check it out. I stand a moment or 2 looking around the room, the hall (where i have some of my studio boxes awaiting to be unpacked) and peer into the other rooms, but nothing looks out of sorts. I turn the direction of the guest bathroom, coz i hear something out the window in there (tiny shower space window), turn on hte light thinking to check the screen in the window, it is fine. Out of the bottom corner of my eye, I see the source of the noise... I had a stack of smaller boxes stashed in there (full of studio stuff) which for some unknown reason tumbled over onto the toilet. GAWD! I hope the toilet seat cover was DOWN! I cant get to it to see... I will just HOPE! tho i am SURE it was....hoping still...

Just another sign that I have a long way to go with unpacking, ok well every other room is unpacked and I am left to deal with this room all on my very own... just as well, no one else knows where or how to arrange my supplies.

OK so now it is 3am, I have been surfing, blogging, and researching ever-since the falling boxes.

Per haps I should go back to bed, money plays on S getting up between 6 & 7 am again!

Santa Fe Food

2008-08-24T13:26:00.001-07:00

Breakfast Burritos with green chilies!

We have had these from 2 places...

Santa Fe Baking Co. ~~~~~~5 stars

Posa's~~~~~4.5 stars

both times it was excellent.

We have frequented Java Joe's for FREE wifi access, last night we were there at closing and they gave us free muffins, Mine was a sweet chocolate and cherry chunk muffin, for day old it was still moist and delicious! MIL got a Carrot Bread Muffin, but she thought it was dry. Today w got fresh brewed Iced Tea while waiting, pretty decent.

The other night we topped not too far from Java Joe's at Joe's Diner out of ambition and being a 50's diner style, the food was fair but not good enough for the price. and the service was lacking.

We have also ate at the Gold Dust Restaurant in the Cities of Gold Hotel/Casino and I had a chicken Caesar Salad which was darn good, especially since we were there past closing and they still were happy to serve us.

MIL got herself a Chicken Taco Salad, which she was super impressed with the layer of superfluous shredded chicken.

Well we are about to go view some more houses, so keep comin' back for more!

Santa Fe or BUST

2008-08-23T20:14:00.000-07:00

Thursday morning I hit the road to Santa Fe NM. Here I am, and it is a beautiful place indeed.

I have been on the hunt with mother-in-law in tow for a suitable house for rent here.

We are looking for a house with a fenced in yard for the dogs, landlords that welcome the dogs, with in driving distance for our new place of work... BUFFALO THUNDER RESORT.

I have 3 really good prospects, I am going to send in my rental applications tomorrow ( Fax of course) and hope to hear by monday one is a deal.

The management from my new employer has put me up in their other/older hotel 2 miles up the road. It is a pretty nice hotel, and I was lucky to get a room, as it is Indian Market this week. Lots of tourists and rooms are filled up everywhere!

we are driving the jeep around but we do have the top on, but we have rolled ( for lack up better word) the windows down and get a nice breeze all day thru the car, and i am getting a lovely farmers tan on my left arm LOL. wish i had a set of matching arms LOL...

We have a collection of local interest magazines, pamphlets and papers for learning what is where and what to do, and there is a lot for this little town!

Monday I go to the casino here at Cities of Gold to meet up with the scheduling and HR for my drug testing and mew hire paperwork. I heard it took a few hours. I am already promised 40 hours/full time and looks as though I have my choice of hours. I am pretty open to that though. I have don't all shifts in casinos and can handle it busy or slow either way, it is a 24 hr tip split like i am used to so i will make the same as joe bloe in tips. but i did hear 2 different thing about dice dealers' hourly rage, 1st was told one rate, then someone else said that was wrong and it was actually about 3.00 more. so i have yet to verify this. but the casino is beautiful, the managers have a great attitude towards my and can not wait for me to start. I told one i was his new "SEVEN-OUT QUEEN" and he said to get to work because needed someone like me / ME. :)

I am going to discuss my fast-track to box-person or supervisor position. I want to to be fast, esp if i can get some good dealers to follow me here. I have 2 or 3 who want to follow me, so i will be getting the info on employee referrals ASAP also! would love to get a bonus for that!

Well thats a start for my SF adventure.

more tomorrow i hope!

stay tuned!

Purple

2008-07-07T18:12:00.000-07:00

What do i have to say about work? nothing...
ok well maybe something. got stuck on the game with a totally new unteachable wannabe craps dealer who is only barely 21 and juiced into the job. oh well it was a long day indeed!

After work i had Physical therapy for my shoulder/neck/back/arm what have you... no traction today but i did get some ultrasound, and that was nice. I go to see an orthopedic doctor ( same one S went to for his spinal fusion) july 15th. probably gotta get an MRI, YEAH me! hopefully no surgery or there is some things the physical therapy can do to prolong getting surgery anyway. We had more than our share of medical history int eh past 12 months, i just don't wanna deal with that!

Then I had a wild hair, for real today and picked up some hair dye, since I longer have someone i go to regularly because she skipped town or something, i decided to do it myself, LOL! well my hair is officially temporarily PURPLE. at least until i get a better job or this washes out! it will be dark brown as soon as someone hires me! ok well the color is mostly in the front, and i lightened the back with a little but its more auburn back there. i guess i am crazy, oh well! you know i will only live once, so why the F not! I can not wait to see my mom fall out of her chair over this!

A smoother day

2008-06-17T11:21:00.000-07:00

I made sure i started on stick. days always seem faster and 20 min shorter that way :)

I had no problems, just regular play.

Well on my last break, some 7-star hootie-hoo player came to play and raped the casino.
was was playing black and not just one or 2, we had to order black fills 2x! $10,000 each time, well he bought in for $1,000 and left with almost $16,000 and tipped less than 1% (about $130.00). Lucky for me he didn't play on my side, I just don't need the stress of that kind of action! i liked my 10.00 bettors very much yesterday! MY poor co-workers who had that side of the table tho worked their asses off, not only did they have HIM but they had a full side.

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Weight Loss Challenge

my shift and coworkers are involved in a weight loss challenge. Every participant enters with 20 dollars. who ever looses the highest percentage based on their starting weight, wins the pot! I should be trying harder. Maybe i will crash diet for the last couple of weeks with Dr. Adkins LOL... I have lost a couple pounds since the weigh in, so i am not doing too bad. I want the money, but i am not by far the biggest person in the challenge. Will keep you posted. It is a 6 week challenge. 1 week is over, 5 to go! oh i think the pot is at 340.00! even the skinnies are participating!

I am so SICK of this

2008-06-15T07:48:00.000-07:00

If i never hear another word about the situation, it will be too soon!

over the last 2 months, there has been a diamond or platinum total rewards card holder playing at the shit hole i work in. At 1st I took his as an average black guy with ghetto game etiquette. I placed nice to him because we are supposed to kiss the card holders' asses who are anything above gold-status. He tried making late bets and scamming dealers. He has offered me pay off if i help him cheat, he has mentioned another dealer as a helper in the same way. He has hit on me and bothered me the whole time. I have asked for extra table supervision the whole time, while getting this line from the floor-persons: "Just call no late bets" well it was not that easy or i am breaking down! i have fellow dealers who just do not communicate well [in English] or do their job sufficiently. I have had to baby sit them, baby sit this cheater, and provide excellent service to all the other players, and in the mean time i have a hand full of new/learning dealers i have to monitor and or teach! this is guy just kept taking or trying to take shots on us and all the other dealer dont say much. One day I get called down to corporate investigators who ask me if i want to wear a wire and help catch this guy, to play him and loosen him up until we get it arranged. another day i get called AFTER WORK, to the offices and i am assuming we are about to set up the sting opp. well the VP shows up with the shift manager from Days ( not even my shift), the police and a gaming investigator. I was interrogated and accused of helping the cheater. WTF is that all about- while i have complained and wrote reports and all to get rid of him, no one wants to believe me how it was. well i never got my increased table supervision until after the meeting. and find out he got 86'd from all of our properties. What ever, I am glad he is gone but it is still injustice to me and insulting to me.

Today I get called into the office to talk to a middle manager who has been couching me up to be what they are looking for in a floor supervisor so that i may advance.

he wants to hear all about it, all about the whole thing- what has been happening over the last 2 months. a few minutes into the conversation with him, another manager shows up with my direct supervisor. I am stressed and sick from going over it over and over again and hearing the same things from everyone.

plus i hear today after the meeting with the investigators i should have called the VP and discussed with him the plans the investigators had. but i had no idea what warranted calling the VP nor would i have known the VP didn't know about their plans.

The middle manager said I was not in trouble he just wanted to know more... Why the person he thought was the best dice dealer on the shift was in such a situation.

WHY? - I WILL TELL YOU WHY!

BECAUSE I AM ONLY **HUMAN**

Now it is Sunday and I am off to browse the classifieds. I miss the bartending SOOO much, now! more over I miss being a home maker- but thats too far out of reach!
If you manage a bar, I am looking to tend, again! so lets help each other out here!

Ink'd

2008-04-06T19:32:00.001-07:00

So Friday I saw a therapist for the 1st time ever. she was nice. the hour went by fast!

She gave me an assignment as part of my recovery/self-healing process... DO SOMETHING FOR MYSELF. Her suggestions were, massage, pedicure, go to a movie.... well... I waffled over the the idea, and I had a time constraint, had to do it before I saw her again TUESDAY MORNING.

Well I had already been considering a tattoo of memorial, but not a typical angel with dates and crap... so I did some research. I love dragonflies, they have a certain mysticness (is that a word?) to them. I researched what they signify to many cultures, starting with Chinese because I thought I had seen them in a lot of Asian art design before. Well they have a nice meaning in Chinese and even in Japanese, but the right one was the Native Americans belief...verbatim of Wiki-Answers: To some Native Americans they are the souls of the dead. As sad as this may seem, it it appropriate and means a lot to me, especially in my 1/32 bloodline of Native American.

S has a pic of it on his blog post for today.
go n check it out

Work... I'm back...unfortunately

2008-03-30T17:55:00.000-07:00

Went back to work Friday, as my medical leave ended. It's been rough, in many ways. i had 10 days of not-so-much on my feet, now I get leg cramps from standing after 3-4 hours. Everyone has questions, where have I been, What was wrong etc... Thats hard to tell so many people. I told a few friends while i was off to tell everyone before i got back so i could have less to say. But I guess it didn't get around so well.

Infact one of my supervisors only figured as much as I was preggo, because before my leave i was sick and he suspected it morning sickness... and when I came back he asked why i was so down. And another one was on leave for death in her family and same thing, only 1st thing she said to me was "congratulation" which was painful and i broke into tears on the casino floor and she dismissed me for a break.

I guess I have some kind of post traumatic stress issues. For as short of a time as it the loss was/is still hard.

I work with a gal who is quite preggo, maybe 2 months to go? and I have a hard time talking to her now.

One of my crafty friends had a baby on easter sunday, and I was unaware, I just went to hang out and found out she had the baby and I had a hard time at her house, but her new baby is so sweet. It was hard but I stayed and visited as long as I planned to before I knew. We cried a little bit together, I don't know if that was good or bad. She didn't know why right away because all the happenings with her and her new baby she forgot what I went through. I understand. I hope I can still handle going over there to visit. I don't want to see things fall apart because I am a mental case.

Work is hard tho- it should be helpful to keep busy and be around people, but I really don't want to be around anyone but close family.

I wish I could sue someone for this stress!

Telling the wrold

2008-03-29T17:29:00.001-07:00

I guess I will just tell everyone... in the world...who reads this.

I am going to spare the details and crap, to spare my own heart from further aching.

The so-called illness/reason for my recent medical leave etc is...

I had a miscarriage.

ok moving on... I'd rather not talk about it or think about it too much. Please just take it for what it is.

I WANNA MAKE YOUR SCRAPBOOKS!

2008-03-23T00:13:00.000-07:00

I'm still looking for more people who want their memories SCRAPBOOKED.

I'm offering this service to anyone and everyone interested!
My shop listing states only US shipping set up- but send me a message if you are outside of the US and we can work something out!

I'll do Layouts of 2 facing pages at a time or a whole 20-page book at a time. You choose!

Maybe You also know someone else who would be interested in my services! Please pass the word around!

Make sure you check out my latest samples, made from my own family and friends pictures.

Scrapbook page samples

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I've been on medical leave from the casino work world. Honestly I do not miss it, however I do miss the people I work with.

Green Beer

2008-03-17T13:24:00.000-07:00

Happy St Patrick's day. All of the world is drinking green beer!

There was a group of 5 girls playing craps at 8 this morning, all drinking green beer.

My box person at the time said he thought he might go get a green beer or 2 when he got off work. Then Jeff who was on stick, interjected that it make other things green. He wasn't talking about pee! and he went on and on about it LOL... So the guy on box said "well then, I think I will just go home then!"

Now they had everyone thinking about bright green poo!

Just another day, of course

2008-03-06T16:44:00.001-08:00

I am still waiting on my 1st official client for my Custom Scrapbook Service. Also available thru Ebay.

And in the mean time, at work today, something slightly funny happened.

We have a fairly new dealer by the name of Alvin. well one of the other dealers keeps doing THE "Aaaalvin!" from Alvin & The chipmunks cartoon/movie (what ever generation you relate it too). And finally this player, ok the only player, blurts out "OK WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING THAT?" Seeing the dealer was on stick and the player next to him, I couldn't make too much fun at the player- So I just said "It's his name!"
The player laughed and commented with "I thought you all just thought he looked like a chipmunk (whilst making a gopher-like face with buck teeth). And we all busted into laughter.

Bored with this place

2008-03-04T19:03:00.000-08:00

I am bored with work, the strip, all of it. I'm waiting to become a dual-rate... only god knows how long this will take.

ON the side, I have engaged in a new endeavor.
I am starting a CUSTOM SCRAPBOOK SERVICE. I'd love to be a personal scrapbooker. I know one very inspiring nice lady who does this. This is right up my natural born alley! I am a very artsy-fartsy creative type!

So if you are interested in getting me off the ground in this, lets talk! I NEED a 1st client, would love return-customers with on-going business relationship!

All I need is a developed roll of film from any occasion, or maybe of pets, or places.... what ever you like to take pictures of! And you can write little blurbs about the who-what-when-where-why-how-etc for me to transfer into computer generated journaling.

Interested? I've posted a listing for it here: www.studiojcards.com
but I don't have my sample pics up yet. I should have some up by the end of tomorrow (Wednesday).

C'mon you know that you still have those Hawaiian vacation photos still on the SD card in your digital camera! Have them printed at Walgreen's at put me to work!

We need each other!

The sound of a whip cracking

2008-02-15T13:55:00.000-08:00

You can hear it in your head "Wapush"

So there is an inside joke at work between a few craps dealers, that I might happen to resemble a dominatrix with that stick swatting around... Then someone called me "Mistress Julie." I said keep it on the Down Low, and say "Miss Julie."

So, I went to HR and ordered a "Miss Julie" Name tag. One person said they should put a picture of a whip instead of a flamingo on it. And he also said every time some one says "can i have a (_insert_bet_request_here_), Miss Julie?" The Crew is gonna respond simultaneously "Wapush!"

We can just picture the situation!

Gimme a week, I'll have stories!

weird week

2008-02-12T17:03:00.000-08:00

Most of the days this past week my innuendo counterpart was not there to make craps dirty with me. In my crew a couple days was D, who seemed to be full of dumb riddles, so it wasn't so exciting. He's still green, when we have a game he often cuts out a payout and asks me if its right. I don't get paid enough to be a coach of newbies, such headaches.

Anyway, you call tell the newbies, even on a dead game, when possible players approach.

We're standing a dead game, and these guys come up to my side and pull out some money. D hollers out, come play over here, she doesn't speak English! They go over, and I said in plain English "WHAT THE FUCK??!" OK, So I shouldn't condone the use of that word at work, we tell players not to use it all the damn time. But it just came out! and most of my floor people wouldn't give me a hard time about it anyway. It's ok, he'll learn that I am the tip maker on that table, I am! Players are generally male, and I'm very female, and talk a very dirty game when the riddle isn't making it comedy hour. Someone should tell him he's taking Vinnie Favorito's job! and to shut the F up! that lil 22 year old punk bugs me some days. Well non-the-less I went on my break right then too. But this punk has been pulling my action more often than i like. I need to come up with a re-action plan. I'll get back to you on how this works out!

OH then we had this little 40-something Hindu man come try to play all by himself, at 1st. he was chunking bets (random amounts of chips on various numbers)and was very clueless. He asked me if i was married, and didn't like the answer, but still invited me to "relax on his sofa and drink orange juice" i really didn't know what to say/think. Luckily a small group of young ladies walks by, he starts yelling "hey ladies" and making kissy faces and sounds at them. All I could do was laugh at this point. He was a riot! he would start with the dice next to stick where his bet was an wind up all the way back to the hook and let loose like a softball pitcher. the dice went far off the table many times! he didn't care if he was winning or not, he was having a good time and suddenly, "I have to catch a plane, must go cash out now!"

Better BC

2008-02-06T06:17:00.000-08:00

BC: Before Christ...Before Jesus

Did I ever bitch about our old shift manager,Jesus (en español)? He's a real pain in the Arse.

Well over Super Bowl weekend he spent a lot of time back in our faces.
He's such a micro-manager and nit-pick! Things are so much better without him. He chases off customers, and the wrong ones, too!

Well I made a cocky comment when he left the floor Sunday, "Life was so much better BC!" and the dead-game standing dice crew and box-man cracked up a bit. Then I looking toward the direction Jesus went and said "We don't need no stinking religion over here!"

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I should have wrote this Sunday, it doesn't sound as funny and details are missing, I'm sure. but thats what happened, so use your imagination...
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On a side-note on Super Bowl Sunday... at least for our shift it was ridiculous. slow and lifeless. Was everyone out making last minute bets before the game? O'Shits didn't open the mini Sportsbook this year for the game either! I think we did pretty good for the Friday and Saturday right before the game but i don't think we matched the last 3 years of tokes for Sunday this year. I will let you know Thursday when I go back and check the paperwork.

Otherwise I am almost glad the season is over. But I will miss getting to wear an NFL jersey on Sundays.

Rumor has it we should get new uniforms soon. Can't wait! but will believe it when I see it. The pink chicken got their hideous new uniforms... White shirts with tuxedo pleats,, but they are rayon shirts mind you! Hot pink trim and hot pink embroidered flamingos down the button strip. And if you happen to be female you get DARTS! Even if you don't have the figure for it, which I have seen as not-so-attractive. And because they are white rayon, you can pretty much see thru them; man or woman, we don't want to see that! The men need pasties now!

This shirt is just another reason for me to NOT wanna go there to work, as a dealer!

a day in the life - my life...

2008-02-01T14:24:00.000-08:00

Today was slow. It does NOT feel like the start to Super Bowl weekend. I did make myself stay all 8 hours again!

I've got a big fat ugly veterinary bill coming for 2 of my dogs having problems at the same time. So I actually have to work! We wont go into the issues, one is too gross. But they are both in E-Collars, Both are unrelated issues. Just bad timing, well sick dogs are never in good timing, hell, sick people don't get good timing for getting sick, I know, I've been snowballed with illnesses the last few months, as well as having to replace a vehicle.

It was cold as ICE on Dice again today, what a shame. It's hard to make tips from losing gamblers. I think our drew for our shift only barely made a combines 100.00 :( Here's hoping the other tables and shifts make up for us.

I've been trying to drum up some business in my own little webshop too. So if you feel like looking, please do so. If you see something you like, please buy it. If you know someone who would like it please share the link. www.studioJcards.com

An Interesting Day

2008-01-31T16:38:00.000-08:00

Well, we only had 4 dice dealers today, so I had no sign of an early out. My 4th was a newbie too, and luckily we were pretty slow and he could handle it most of the day. In fact we were so slow it was ridiculous and when it wasn't dead it was cold. I think it's suddenly changed from Dice in English to French d'Ice. No one could leave the table ahead for the longest time.

Speaking of French some lady early this morning with no clue came to play, her husband too. We tried to talk to them and advise them to no avail. Anyway at some point the lady said "Which one of you is the Croupier?" Well I guess all of us, because it generally means Dealer, but I stuck my stick-bearing hand in the air, and said "I guess that would be me!"

Moving on to later in the day when we were dead as a door knob, I was on base, J on stick, and H was boxman wondering around with nothing to do. Then H walks by me and says "Tell J he is needle-dick, the bug-fucker" for no reason but to be silly. I laughed so hard, it just sounding funny coming from H.

And what else, later, R was pacing the floor occupying the boxman roll, whilst we still stand a dead game. He pulls a rubberband out of his pocket or somewhere and shoots me in the leg. I confiscate the bank under my foot until he walks off, pick it up, threaten to aim it at J who is at this time on the other base. But then I quickly turn, aim at R and Fire! I'm quite a bad aim, as I aimed for his gut, but hit him in the forehead, where it bounced up and hooked onto his gelled up slightly curly hair and just hangs in is face like the Michael Jackson curl itself. A number of other dealers witnessed the event and laughter rung out in the ghost-town of an Irish Pub/Casino.

The fun n games soon ceased as players began to sprinkle in and day shift drew closer.

We did have this one 'character' of a guy come n go a couple times, I'd seen him before at the poker table. He's too old to pull off the look he tries to carry, and if you ever seen car commercials featuring John Barr in Vegas this guy reminds me of him, may even be him! No tellin' for sure! But this guy has got bleached out hair with too much gel all spiked up. Half-buttoned, chest bearing shirt with an odd large pendant on his necklaces adorning the 'old-guy' chest, and bright red colored blazer over top the shirt. And the European jeans meant for a 23year old male. Then those swanky European square toed shoes too finish off the look. Now I wanna throw up just reminding myself how 'yesterday' he really is, and doesn't even know it!

Nicknames and Music Trivia

2008-01-26T12:21:00.000-08:00

I don't know if i wrote about the new music selections they are playing at work now. Now being- since the Xmas music stopped. But it is a lot of 80 pop and rock. Its good stuff, we like to reminisce and test each other on our memories of who the artist is, or like what movie Soundtrack it was from etc.

The floorperson, H who plays the most and knows the most is in his early 40's, I'm in my early 30's and G is 30. We are the main characters in the game.

Yesterday while H is on break G & I are still going back and forth with the trivia. I was on a winning streak with this and seemed to know an abundance of the songs that were played. G comes up with this nickname for me that will now reveal my first name to my readers: JUKEBOX JULIE

G is a modern day backpack rapper with Arrested Development influences. He's got some tunes on myspace.

Today G had a nickname for another co-worker E-DUB, which makes more sense when you know his name. Anyway so I asked G if that was this guy's new rapper name. Then I asked if I had a rapper name, and he said "You can't you're already JUKEBOX JULIE!"

I like when H is around and a new song comes on the system, and he doesn't even have a chance to ASK me if I know who the band is and I burst out like when West End Girls came on and I just said "PET SHOP BOYS!" But sometimes I get stumped, don't get me wrong! I am ONLY in my early 30's!!

Ok well to make the story funny, I made G laugh anyway. G was telling H about my new nickname and so I said something like"You gotta put a coin in to see what I'll do next" and you now where the guys went with that, and thats fine/to be expected- we are craps dealers ;) I guess it was so funny to G he had to turn away to laugh. And then there's H pulling a Quarter out of his pocket!

Somewhere between a food coma and a heart attack

2008-01-25T15:20:00.000-08:00

S has been trying to go eat at the new BBQ place in the Rio called RUB BBQ. The other day it wasn't open when we attempted to go. So we ventured in today. Well as usual it was WAY TOO MUCH DAMN FOOD! but very good!

When I got home I needed a nap or i'd go into a food coma!
I still feel like I am going to have a heart attach! OMG if you have RUB BBQ in your town, beware of the gooey butter cake (which S ordered for his birthday cake-his BD is Monday, and he will kill me for the mention of it but i can handle it). The cake was.... soo good, too good, and its soo bad for you! But I loved it, shared the piece with him and he ate the most of it and , oops sorry i'm rambling, too much sugar i guess!

Anyway I had pulled chicken bbq platter with mac n cheese and cornbread and drank sweet tea. Probably by far the best sweet tea i have had, sorry Lucille's (the former best IMO). They have 4 bottles of 'sauce' on the table, and I think one should not have been there- it was just catchup. the other two were their original bbq sauce, a sweet n spicy bbq sauce, and a peppered vinegar sauce (Carolina style- ALMOST). S makes a better Carolina sauce, but my stomach can't handle it anymore.

So I ate way more than I should have, but enjoyed every bite, and should i crave bbq again and dont want to drive to Lucille's, I'm headed to the RUB.

I assume S is on the other PC right now writing his tale of too much sugar and not enough pork, so you get 2 sides to the story. go check it out!
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By the way- I started my day with cake too. Yesterday the Pink Chincken Poker room cashier came over to O'Shits to find me and invite me over for a birthday celebration for S. I kept my mouth shut all of yesterday and this morning, I tried to get out of eating breakfast knowing good-n-well i was getting cake, but instead had found the smallest bowl in the cupboard sprinkled some cheerios and milk in to make it look like i was nourishing myself (LOL). Then this a.m. I snuck into poker room before my shift and S's co-workes plotted and schemed to distract him while the others got the cake ready, and we started singing the birthday song and passing cake out. Yummy Chocolate cake from the Mexican grocery/bakery.
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AND...
I only worked 4.5 hours today, don't think I would have gotten to the RUB had I worked all 8!

Garbage and Innuendos

2008-01-24T15:13:00.000-08:00

A couple of weeks ago I got a new CD, its the best of album from Garbage, called ABSOLUTE GARBAGE. I love listening to it, to Shirley Manson. She is awesome. If I could be anyone.... she is probably it!
Innuendos were all over the place today. We were acting silly, the dice crew, and having a great time. I stayed all day, not like me at all, but I also didn't have a choice even if I wanted to take the EO. We had no extra dice dealers on staff today. But I didn't have a desire to leave. I had tired feet but didn't notice until I got in the car to leave.

J has this thing about the 9, it's rolls a 6-3 or it's a waste. anyway so I bet on it, at some point with a tip and it rolled, and it was like we were having a mini party celebrating its roll. It was $30 for us, spreads thin but looks good coming in! Some older guy playing thought I was getting excited about 9" - hahaha - well maybe I would? but I wasn't... But he sure made me blush, and does that happen to me very often?? NO! And H, the boxman, made a point to remind me.

I just have too much fun being a girl, typically the only girl, on that game.

Sick of Being Sick

2008-01-23T16:59:00.001-08:00

I'm going in to work tonight with the hopes to stay at least 3/4 of the shift. I'm feeling mostly better. If I tell myself I feel better maybe it will help me to feel better. maybe if i feel better i will notice funnies, or something out of the ordinary to tell you about.

for now check out my avatar pic! cool photo editing by the S man, and yes the red or hot pink or how ever you see it is REALLY THERE :)

in a slump, with a sword in my stomach

2008-01-19T15:27:00.000-08:00

Went back to work on Thursday and didn't work half the day, so nothing funny to report from that.
Hmm, same for Friday i guess. being sick isn't exciting.
Now todays Saturday, i made it past the half-way point at went home at 9.

It's just blah at work, not making any money or having any fun. It's hard to have fun when you feel like i do anyway!

Oh Wednesday afternoon i was being stabbed through my stomach with an invisible sword! Or at least this is how it feels. I was in tears it was very bad. I call the Doc's office and talk to a nurse to tell them the pains are back and what to do about it. Dumb nurse said if its so bad to go to the ER. Yea right, wait 4 million hours for treatment, pay out the rear, and by the time i get to see a doctor its subsided. I don't think so! So Thursday when i was out of work early I went to the Doctors office on walk-in basis and waited to get squeezed in between appointments. Well I finally got in and saw the available doctor. who said my stomach bacteria was resilient and i needed to try the treatment again with slightly different drugs. 2 different antibiotics and Tagamet. On top off all the stuff I have been taking for the Sinusitis. Too many damn pills! Doctor says its a shallow ulcer in my stomach. MY GOD, I am sorry for anyone who has ulcers, I never knew they could be so painful! And Nauseating!!

Today after my haircut I got another one of those stabbing sensations in my stomach, well ok i still do as i type, but I tell S and he asked what I ate earlier- simply a Lean Cuisine Spaghetti n Meatballs, didn't taste spicy, but it guess its giving me heck. I drank a 7-up too, maybe the citric acid is bad too. maybe I'm stuck with soda crackers and milk until i die???

When I die, don't send flowers. Donate money in my name to the Humane Society.

Being Home and Sick

2008-01-12T07:55:00.000-08:00

I'm pretty sick of being sick. I'm bored and have no real energy.

I don't know how many of my readers on here know or care about my shop, but i added a link to the right where you can go to my shop online.

Even if you don't need or want cards (the note/greeting kind you mail) but you might know someone who does. So feel free to take a peek and hopefully tell your friends!

and to spell it out - the link is:
http://studiojcards.etsy.com

It's a Bird, It's a Plane, Its a....er, um...SICK

2008-01-10T16:47:00.000-08:00

It's a Bug, Its a Bacteria, It's the PLAGUE.

Or at least this is how I feel lately! Well on top of the horrible stomach bacteria, which I thought was what drug me down on my days off, drug me to the employee medical clinic today. I didn't have an appointment and they were booked up, I guess everyone's got it! But they said I could wait around and squeeze in between appointments.

Turns out to be Sinusitis, on top of the bacteria. So I have 2, count 'em, YES 2, issues which make me wanna barf on a whim. Can I ever just be well and pain-free and happy? I mean geez-us... in November I changed my life. I started exercising regularly and eating according to a low calorie and low fat diet. I have lost about 30 lbs since then and was feeling great, until that one too abscessed! Damnit!! Then it's all gone down hill from there...

Well I was at work only 3 hours when the supervisor finagled me an EO. I sounded horrible and felt it too. But the finagling pissed-off a coworker who was due the EO.

About 2 weeks ago when my grandmother was released from hospital care, I was the only one who could help her and get her home. I was also #1 on the EO list so that I could get to the hospital on the far south west side of town, get her home in the north west side and settled etc before I had to come back to my home on the eastern side of town.. Anyway so I needed to get out that day just as much as this guy who had the sniffles, he could've taken attendance point if he felt that bad and left. So today he gets #1 on the EO and Me #2. The boss asks if I wanna go home sick, I say "I don't want to take a point..." So he has a talk with #1 who is suddenly pissy but made the choice to let me go home instead of him. The boss stops me and says "you owe him one, you know!"

The one thing I have learned in this line of work, You have to look out for yourself, no one else will. If he wanted to go home so bad, he could have said NO to my request.

I'd buy the guy a case of beer if he wasn't so pissy to me as I walked by and left.

H. Pylori

2008-01-08T15:17:00.000-08:00

That is a stomach bacteria. It makes you feel really shitty, and pukey. When it gets the best of you in its early stages you either feel like a zombie or like zombies are ripping you apart.

Mental images from Shaun of the dead come to mind.

Anyway, I don't think I've talked about it yet. In early November i had dental work done, a week or so later I was deathly sick and puking, even had to run off my table at work to visit the porcelain thrown, needless to say they sent me home and I went to their little clinic doctor. Diagnosis #1: I was having reactions to the antibiotics from the dentist. But they took a car load of blood tests and a urine analysis.

Then I have Thanksgiving week off with out of town visitors for 9 days. I felt miserable the whole week. Slept thru most of the scenic drives and sight seeing excursions, in hte back seat of the car.

I get a letter from the clinic with lab test results, positive for this "H. Pylori" bacteria.
In short you start out with peptic ulcers. You may get stomach cancer if left untreated.
So I make a appointment and go back to see the doctor. I get my own private pharmacy to take home, which included 2 kinds of antibiotics, Prilosec and i don't know what else now. Also i had to go for another lab test, just blood this trip- but 7 vials! When I finished those meds, I had to go back for a very off lab test. I had to hold my breath then breathe into this air bag which seals off, drink some whacked water powder mix, wait about 5 minutes, breathe into another air bag, then go on about my day.

So the Airbag lab tests came back, I'm still positive for the bacteria! I am to go back the end of January and February to do that test again both times?!

I started to feel better, less pukey anyway. Until today... Today I woke up feeling like crap again. Yesterday I had slight concern as the pains in my gastric region started up again but thought it was the food I had. Today I'm not so sure it was the food.

Let me tell you about the gastric pains. Sharp! Tight! Horrible! Right at the bottom of where your sternum ends. This is beyond everyday heart burn! THIS IS WAKE YOU UP AT NIGHT AND KEEP YOU UP IN TEARS PAIN! Which if you could imagine, increases when heaving and puking.

The Strapper

2008-01-06T13:22:00.001-08:00

What can I say about today? Not much, it all stands in the shadows of yesterday.

Oh ok, here's funny short bit...

I'm on break with a male floor person, a dual rate and a male dealer. The dual rate is openly lesbian with a steady girlfriend. On the TV is some weird show on the comedy channel, some skit with a split second look at a very disturbing looking sexual accoutrement. The floorman and dealer both cringed because it's role suggested the woman had used it on her man. Then the floorman asked the lesbian is she had one of those for her girlfriend. There was laughing, and She said "No but i do have a 'detachable' " I interjected "Strap on!" paused and with out thinking... I sung: STRAP ON, STRAP OFF, THE STRAPPER with the simultaneous CLAP CLAP you hear in the commercial for the CLAPPER. And they all busted out laughing. I didn't even think of it it just came out so naturally, gotta love natural wit!

Mohawk and head wounds

2008-01-05T16:14:00.001-08:00

OK so when I got to work today I started on stick, I didn't really look around the table yet but i heard a greeting directed at me, I look over into the 3rd base corner and wham! I see John, the mohawked guy from yesterday. I said my hellos, then i heard "ohh she's Naughty!" This was funny enough coming from the same voice that greeted me, but to a fellow gambler. I hollered over "Hey, I hear you talkin' about me over there!" and he just laughed. He didn't stay around too long as the table was cooling harshly. He said he would be back, he was much later, and returned to his location from yesterday, which was next to stick.

In the mean time, the table had its ebb and flow. A nice man came up, bought in for 300, and played steadily for a good while. He was a very friendly 'George' and then a drunken ol Irishman came in next to him, sloppy and uneducated about the game. When the dice came to him, i was on break and much had begun to escalate to everyones favor who was betting anything! He was a very hot roller. At one point the George had fifty dollar hard eight setup and the dealers for maybe twenty dollars. I called it, I called the HARD EIGHT almost immediately.

The dice landing opposite of side of the table taking my vision off those two guys, But I heard it and soon saw it. I drew the dice back into the center and saw those two men fall on the floor. The George was so excited (mind you , Eight wasn't even the point) he grabbed the Irishman and head butted him, they both fell to the floor into the pit and suddenly there was blood everywhere. At 1st we thought it was from the Irishman, but as we soon discovered it was from a nice stitches-worthy gash in the George's forehead! Security brought clean up and bandages. The game pace was brought to a halt, and i had about eight hard-way eights to pay! As they are situating, sorting, cleaning, and getting a reality check of the year, one of my floor persons walks up and asks "what's the hold up?" and I'm thinking 'Oh Duh,' but say "He's bleeding and i owe him 450.00 for his hard eight. I'm waiting for security to get done bandaging him up." She says "well just pay it and lay it back and move on." That, i thought was ridiculous, especially since the shooter was now covered in the George's Blood! There was no immediate moving on! She walked away and we just waited for everything to settle down. Needless to say the next roll was a 7-Out.

Everyone now stacking up on the table to color up, Even the George. Everyone seemed to leave but him. He put 1 black back on the table at a time, he had 18 black at time of color, and left with only 6.He kept staying and playing and the table just went ice cold! He just kept saying "oh what a head ache, gimme 40 outside." I would have gone to the hospital for stitches a long time before that and kept my 1800.00! Oh well!

But everyone, including the dealers made some sweet bank off the Irishman's rolls!

The Irishman wandered back over blood smeared everywhere, and he was asked by my supervisor to go clean up the blood, he couldn't play again until he was cleaned up. and he kept getting closer and closer to me, and i called security who escorted him to the restroom i think. I hoped he would not return but he did, he was just too drunk. and we was getting too close to me still, with his drunken nasty breath in my face.

But I had a headache by 9:30am, I was ready to go to bed! I asked if there was any opening on the early-out and the floor said they were looking! So I signed up and asked J who was feeling about as beat up as me, who was dealing on 3rd base when it all went down, if he wanted me to sign him up too, and he jumped on that opportunity, so we both went home at 10am.

Whew, what a day! What a week! I have one more day this week before I get to re-coop on a 3 day weekend!

But I do have to go to the dentist this week, oh well, it could be a good thing in-spite of the cost!

Whatever you want

2008-01-04T16:55:00.000-08:00

So early this morning a young punk comes up to play next to me. He has a little Mohawk and spikes and other punk garb on, but he's a pretty cool guy.

He startes out by telling me he doesnt know much about the game, then he bets the pass line for 5 and odds for 10. Then he asked me if he could be the field too. My reply was "Why not? What ever you want!"

He had a quick sassy comeback with a mischievous look "oh, really?!" he said to me.

I said, "well, to an extent!"

And that was the beginning of a good 4 hours of flirting. It worked, he was betting for me constantly. After asking me what I liked and my reply was as it usually is to say "hard ten."

On the other hand, theres a nitwit from Nebraska with his own names for everything esp the hard ten "cowbells" and it spread like the plague, anyone in the game betting the hard ten asked for cowbells and every time the dice went in the air you could here numerous voices call out "come on cowbells!" Then theres the World bet which he called Carmen, And being older than a 2nd grader it took me a while to catch on it was about "where in the WORLD is Carmen San Diego?" that was just lame and i insisted no one else was aloud to say that anymore!

When the hard 4 rolled i asked him "what do you call that? Tinker bell?"

Euphoric

2008-01-03T15:56:00.001-08:00

Maybe I got enough sleep last night for a change.
Maybe I was just in a good mood.
But today was weird! I didn't feel like signing the EO and or leaving early.
I was content today. I had some interesting conversations with coworkers.

Even tho there is this whole shenanigan about the union and the corporates trying to talk us out of it, i was hunkey dorey all day. I guess they are having mandatory meetings for us to go to, paying us 23.50 per hour to go, and the meeting lasts an average of an hour. I frankly don't give a shit and don't want to waste my time but it is outright inconvenient.

Anyway, I'm floating around today with my head in the cloud, and some adrenaline rushing too.
I guess a new year, a new attitude? or not, maybe its just a mood swing for the better and who knows how long it will last. But its helping me see a lot of opportunities and possibilities. Who knows, maybe I'll grab a few!!

Nice Piece of ...

2008-01-02T10:11:00.000-08:00

So I work with people from all over the world, of course. One of my fellow dice dealers, Q is from China. He often asks us how to say something or what things mean.

A couple months ago he asked me what "what's up" means, and I did my best to explain it.

Yesterday while on a dead game, he was on stick and turned faced out towards the street. He noticed a nice looking woman and asked J "How you say when woman is sexy?"

J laughed a little and looked at the woman, then replied: "That's a Nice piece of ass."

Q responded with a nod "Nice piece of ass, ohh ok."

Then not too much later Q asks me to let my hair down "Fix you hair" he said to me. Because you see, the guys I word with all seem to love my hair, I have bangs that naturally hang to the side long, lower than my chin.

J watched my reaction, then said to Q "Nice piece of ass, huh?!"

I figured it out, put my hair back behind my ears and said to J "You set him up to say this?" but I got no response. However, I do get the looks, and from more than those 2!

Oh and thats where the previous story came in to play. that ass-slappin' player heard Q call me that and so he took a look and then gave a smack!

Now I know I'm looking better, I've been living healthier for a few month and loosing weight and shaping up, and I guess it shows. I guess I should go on to expect it too!

Yeouch!

2008-01-01T14:31:00.000-08:00

So today on craps there is a guy playing, most the time alone, and right next to stick. We're having typical craps conversations with him and its fun and funny.

At one point out of the blue, while J was on break, this guy smacked my ass. Ok so he was really flirting away with me, and I always let it go, having fun with it hoping there will be some tips coming back out of it. I yelped and told him to watch it, he was going to make my husband upset.

He said, "what? you didn't tell me you were married?!...He's not here, anyway!"

Then I needed a comeback, and quickly made up a story, put J in the role of my husband and said "Oh, he'll be here soon, and he'll know too! Don't you think it's a coincidence how we communicate around here?"

Well what he doesn't know wont hurt him. And as soon as I saw J on his way to the table I put on so J could catch on. "Hey baby, this guy smacked my ass, and hard! You wanna handle it?"

So the dude backs off for a bit and now J was on stick so I was safer! But soon for some awful ungodly reason this guy does the same to J, SMACK right on the rump! I about died and my ass still stung and yet the sting echoed when I heard the smack on J.

What a way to start off our new year, I think I'm going to go look in the mirror and see of theres a rend hand shaped welt on my backside!

Someone Else's Story

2008-01-01T14:21:00.000-08:00

So I get into work and sit down for a bit before my shift starts.

A coworker from swing shift comes in and sits down, he says he had been at the pink chicken for the night and just got out. I'm stirring a coffee with one of those skinny stirring straws, and he says "That reminds me!" while looking at my drink.

and he goes on: "I had a lady from New Zealand on my table today. She ordered a Daiquiri and it was delivered with a straw like that in it! She attempted to drink thru the straw and blurted out at me and everyone else at the table in her NZ accent "If I suck any harder thru this straw, I'm going to get dimples in my ass!!' "

Secret Santa...

2007-12-29T11:22:00.000-08:00

Our shift had a Xmas gift exchange the weekend before Xmas. 2 weeks before Xmas everyone who participated dropped their name into a 'hat' and then pulled someone else name out. They were to secretly buy a gift for that person in the $25-30 range. Well not everyone quite understood. If you don't already know about that person you snoop- you ask people who do know them about what they like or something.

So I get a great big bottle of Kahlua liqueur, cool for me. Thursday after Xmas I was asking around what people got, who got it for them etc. As usual I'm on Craps, stick position, dead game... I asked J - he got a t-shirt, which still had the tags on and was clearly less than the spending specifications, but he wasn't going to sulk. I asked G his answer was worse "nothing." but he seemed to be over it. I knew who his would be Santa was and have been giving him heck. I think I am going to get something for G just because I feel bad that this didn't work out for him.

Then D, who was in a dual-rate suit that day, walks up to box to check in on us, and I ask him what he got...

"You didn't hear?!?!" he asks

"No... what?" I inquire.

"I got hooks..." he sheepishly lets out.

"Hooks?! for fishing?"

"No, to hang stuff on!"

"WTF?!?! you're kidding right?"

"No! Get this, all morning so-n-so was asking me if i got to my package yet, I saw it there but didnt know how to approach it. Get this, it was wrapped in a grocery sack, with the handles tied up, and a paper towel taped to it with my name on it. When I finally got around to opening it, he must have realized it was missing from under the tree, and asked me 'so, ya gonna hang some stuff?' "

J and G were laughing so hard by this point they were crying, and so was I and even D. by this time we couldn't even look at each other with out the laughter busting out. All day and even to this day we look at each other we just say HOOKS and bust out laughing again.

Now G says he doesn't feel as bad about getting nothing!

Xmas in Vegas

2007-12-25T14:09:00.000-08:00

3rd Xmas here, and i still don't feel very Xmassy. I'm lucky to be off for 3 days from work though. I don't want to be near the strip. I went to the rehab center where my grandmother is recovering from her hip replacement today, no one else in my family went. But I know she was happy to see me.

Yesterday we made the mistake of going to a shopping center. 1st Best Buy - not so bad - just had a lil' exchange to do. Then B&N but didn't by anything. Had to get out of there, the noise the chaos, it was nothing I wanted to deal with. Before that we went to lunch at my friend's mother's Hawaiian/Korean BBQ restaurant, very good food! Then I had a physical therapy apt for my trapezius muscle troubles. I get great massage on the area. It's all due to my occupation, the leaning and reaching forward all the time.... anterior weight doesn't help! It's a female thing... unless you got some big ol' man-boobs, and if you do - I don't see you dealing dice too easily! I always feel so good after seeing the PT!

sucky time of year

2007-12-23T09:26:00.000-08:00

this weekend sucks! we are making no money! i am having no fun and life goes on.
the new years eve/day schedule came out today! I'm very disappointed! I only get 1 day off, wednesday. I usually have tuesdays off too, but new years day is a tuesday so EVERYONE is scheduled a 6th day to work it. and the dice crew is working 6am to 2pm instead of the usual 4-12. ok so i get to sleep in on my would've been day off still, but then the day will suck so bad!

8 hours & I'm a Bitch

2007-12-20T13:38:00.000-08:00

I made it thru 8 hours today! I've been sick and spoiled! So to make it thru a whole shift is unheard of for me it seems. co-workers were shocked to still see me round after 10am(6th hour).
My shoulder was killing me, still is and I don't go back to the new physical therapist until Monday (xmas eve). Yesterday he really worked on it tho. Its an inflamed muscle with lotsa fluid build up.

We had a pretty good time today, not too busy so we shot the shit a lot. I work at one of the few casinos that we get away with this.

First thing this am I choose 3rd base. Almost by default, as J wanted 1st stick and L made it thru the inside of the pit to 2nd base. Theres the usual typical drunken bunch of left overs from swing shift. There's this big Colombian dude getting on my nerves across the table from me, who when shot fondled the dice for too long with fumbles n wasting time. So I said "No fondling the dice, you have to pick them up then throw them immediately!" but he continues, so I tell the floorman, who promptly has my back and tells him the same thing. He seemed to understand when it came from a more authoritative voice.

He was with some chick who was coming and going with her head lights on the whole time. When she was 'away' he started hitting on the other mediocre girl on the other side of him who seemed to be with the younger couple of players. He gave her some shot and he went flush red into sweats! they he was getting feely-touchy with her while the other girl was away. What a whore of a man.

The dice came back around to him and he started the fondling again, I told him he has 3 warnings, then again he did it and I said "One more time and you are done here." He did it one more time too! I had been shadowing E who was practicing so I left him alone and the game on hold as I retrieved the same floorman, who had my back again! I began to feel the notion of becoming floor. If I did not have a dealers uniform on, he might have respected me more. By this time miss headlight-are-on was back and questioned why, like it was her business, and how everywhere else he could do it that way. I simply replied "we have our own rules here and we enforce and follow them!"

Later in the day i come onto stick, and 2 players to my left reaches across the table into the prop box and grabs some bet(s). He seemed to ignore me as I scolded him about that, and how its a big NO-NO! So I said "Do you understand me, for all i know you picked up some one else's money! If you do it again, I'll get you thrown off this table! got it?" He replied as if to shut me up and so I kept a vigilant eye on him.

I bet they all thought I was just a BITCH today! But I don't care!!

Ok not so funny for today but it wasn't a funny feeling day...

Carbon Copies

2007-12-19T18:02:00.000-08:00

OK so to anyone from 'back home' reading this beware!
And this is by no means Craps or Casino related!
Read on if you dare...

S has had a new friend here in Vegas for a few months now who slightly reminds me of KW, a tall and slightly heavy-set friend he has back home. For a while I kept getting over it, just accepting that there's more than one tall an slightly heavy set guys out there. But he does remind me of KW a lot!

Then I met a few more of S new Vegas friends, most all are younger than even I. Nothing weird there besides the age difference.

Last night we were picking up the KW look alike from the airport and then another friend I had never met and going out to dinner at an Indiana style farm food joint, Hash House a go-go.

We get to the destination where picking up the other friend, driving a full size pick up, he gets out of the truck and walks around to get into ours, I blurt out "F*&$! Do you have Carbon Copies of all your friends from back home?!" He's tall, with an average guy build, clean cut early 30's. it's the Carbon Copy of RS! It doesn't stop there... S says before this guy gets in the car, "wait until you hear him talk."

He steps into the car and says "What's up, man?" to the KW copy. I nearly died laughing immediately! He even has the same manner of speaking AND a similar voice to RS!

The CC's are in the back seat commenting and laughing that I'm so entertained with them, and all they had to do was show up!

A few minutes later I question S who his new VR was? He replied that "No one can CC him!"
I interjected that all he needed to be was a shorter toe-headed spaz...

But I still can't get over the likenesses! It's surely a compliment to both originals and CCs!
My head was going to explode! Still might - esp if a VR CC shows up in the scene!

I'm just glad there's no CC of me, I came with him out here, so no facsimile required, right?!

Putrid Yesterday!

2007-12-17T16:16:00.000-08:00

I only worked about 2 hr yesterday. I don't usually go home so early but I was ill feeling.

We had a dead game, T was on floor/box, G was on the other base. we were all talking and suddenly T flees the area. Then it begins to linger into my breathing air! OH MY GAWD, I yell and nearly gagged! I turned and pointed at T "How could you do that to us?!"

But she remarked... "I didn't do it, I smelled and that's why I left!"

I heard G snickering and knew it was him immediately thereafter! I couldn't handle it i put my sleeve over my face until I was tapped out... I told him he's supposed to turn his arse out away from the pit, LOL.

He exclaimed that he did but the draft brought it back in!! It was hilarious and gross at the same time!

I stated I did not want to know what he ate the night before!

OK, back in the habbit I hope!

2007-12-17T15:53:00.000-08:00

Today was my friday. I'm pooped, I dont usually work 8 hr days if i can help it. I'm spoiled I guess.

Our company holiday party started today, they go for 22 hours, so all shifts have a chance to go before during or after shift. I got to go during. Shrimp Cocktail and Crab Legs were my choice eats, the masseurs and live music wasn't in yet, as i was only there at 7:20-8am (the whole deal opened up at 6am). Lots of pretty eats but i went with faves and loaded up!

The dice crew got shifted around all day with stand ins while we went to eat. The guy who is still learning got put on, i think it was his 3rd day ever, not even consecutive. well he doesn't get it yet- the dice dealer attitude. he's so hunky dory in life anyway. So anyway here's the deal.
12 was rolling a lot and some how someone said something about the 'get rich quick' scams. I say "yea, D (the newbie who also has a offshoot of the soap cult - amway - business) knows all about that."

D replies, "there's nothing quick about it!"

I knocked him one with saying "well obviously, you're supplementing your income with by working here!" And I thought it was funny.

Dice dealers give each other shit all the time! But he took it way too personal and his lil amway selling feelings got hurt "That's not very funny you know!"

But i thought it was! Then he stopped paying me any attention, not asking for help, or even making eye contact w/ me! No skin off my back - he can make mistakes and not learn all damn day. I told my supervisor he might write a voluntary on me or some other kind of complaint, and he said to just ignore him.

When I got off work I text messaged a co-worker who was off who thinks similar thoughts of the same dumb-ass amway freak. no reply but i bet he got a laugh!

My fans miss me!

2007-12-15T12:37:00.000-08:00

New Years Resolution number 1:

Write more blog stories!!

Yes it is true I am going to try to bring my stories to you again!

Nothing new today...

The Rodeo Finals are in town again, this year being on graveyard shift I don't see as many cowboys! I know they are there tho! I know night shift sees them when the events are done by the afternoon. They are much more cordial and generous!

So give me thru the xmas bologna and I will try to make posting a regular part of my life again!

S has picked on me for keeping my commitment on here too! he's so commited to it too, ritually reading others and writing for his own various blogs. I envy his determination, or maybe he's just autistic!

More to come!!

3-Quarter Moon, My @$$

2007-07-27T14:51:00.001-07:00

On the way to work early this morning S noticed the moon, He thought it was full, but it was a 3-quarter moon. Usually the moon being full is a bad sign for dealers, The crazies really do come out! It seemed like a full moon today.
I hope I can remember everything I wanted to, but it is not too likely, which is why i dont post too much anymore. Maybe I need some Ginko-something or other...

First thing this morning I am waiting for my shift to start and a swing shift female dice dealer tell me of a creep on the table, I had full intention to handle that my way. But as I Tap onto the table they are coloring him up and he leaves. He returned briefly later in the day but that was just long enough for him to feel the table cold. Thank gawd as I wasn't going to put up with crap.

Then I have a 20-something black male as the only player on my side. He's an idiot. He trows the dice off a number of times and then drops F-Bombs all over the place. Finally I had enough, I said "Look, You can not be talking like that at the table, casino rules!" And he replies "Are you some kind of F-ing Innocent Princess, WTF no one can hear me!" But I correct him "I hear you and that is all that matters, Keep it up and you are out of here, got it!?" He played with out saying it out loud again until he was out of chips.

Now lets make fun of a fellow dealer, a dealer who somewhat knows what he is doing, was even helping teach a newer dice dealer. So I got a player betting Horn High Yo, Yo hits and I look at the dealer and say "Pay it" (not telling him the payout as I normally do) And he starts to cut out some non-sense amount I snapped at him "Moron! Its $25" and then the payed player laughs asking "Did you just call him a Moron?" "yup, sure did.. he knows no harm meant." Same dealer at a later time I don't know what happened now but I Called him one of S's made-up works F^%#-tard (a stumbling on words when trying to call someone an F-ing Retard). And the dealer laughed but the player next to me (same one who heard me call him a moron) snapped in and said "hey we got in trouble for saying the F word here last night!" Then I lean to the player and give him the shoosh finger and whisper "don't tell anyone (coz now I am a hypocrite)!"

Well I know that there was more, and I know there was a whole table of full moon maniacs in S's day.

Spread the Chips

2007-07-19T15:40:00.000-07:00

This morning was entertaining at the least. This morning also started with a minor head ache.

There is only 2 people at the craps table playing, well one not really playing and both look too drunk to be upright. One of which finally walks away. I started on stick and was going to go to the dead side, but the table went to half as we discovered the 4th of the crew called in sick. So i was forced to the side with the drunk guy. For starters he did not even look old enough to drink, that could just be a sign of my getting older, eeek! But then we had to repeatedly tell him "$10 per bet" and when he did put more than one chip down anywhere, he wouldn't stack them, he would spread them out ever-so slowly and neatly. We were laughing at him and mocking him when we set up his bets. It became hysterical.

Then when my co-worker was setting up his bets in a mockery, I laughed, then i reached the hook end of the stick over to one of his stacks and spread out the whole stack asking "Oh like this?" making a mess of about $400 in green chips!

He rapidly ran out of money and left, claiming he would be back. and then the table closed. He had no chance to come back and entertain us anymore.

Pass it Around

2007-06-11T13:27:00.000-07:00

Well this was an unusual Monday morning at the dice table... usually dead and slow on Mondays, but we kept it pumping all but about 40 minutes during the 9am hour.

Still in the early morning hours, one guy made 5 dollars worth of 1 and 2-dollar bets in the prop box, and as I set them up it began... the box-man chimes in "one change" which was incorrect. I splashed the 2 dollar bet to prove it was 5 dollar action. He shook his head and blamed his [blood pressure] drugs. I replied snappily "Yea drugs, thats what it is" as I made the motion of taking a hit from a make believe joint followed by 3rd base dealers motion toward me to pass it. Box-man busts up laughing. I do pass the pretend joint on to him he takes his pretend hit and some how it ended up getting passed and hit off all around the 3rd base side then back to me, Then I passed it to the box-man who turned it down, saying "I haven't done that stuff in 25 years!" So the 2nd base dealer snatched it and took a double hit telling us all that was how to do it, then we all busted out laughing, players, dealers and all.

Then we laughed that surveillance was probably wondering what the heck was going on. And then the Box-man said "or they are wishing they were in on the pass-around!"

Maverick

2007-06-09T16:48:00.000-07:00

Well once in a while I am scheduled to deal at the Pink Chicken, today was one of them. I was reluctant as the amount of walking to any given pit and up/down stairs all day! I was getting pretty sore in my heels and not having fun. But then I got sent to the Island pit, a full table of all guys, and had no idea what was in store. 1st seat only lasted about 4 hands. 3rd seat not much longer after than and 2 other men came n went filling and ditching that seat. 4th seat a self kept Asian man. 5th seat was a pretty nice guy with a tell it like it is personality. Which leads me back to 2nd seat, who brought out the best in 5th seats personality! Then my wit broke out!

Did I mention it's Blackjack, which made me even more reluctant to be there.

Ok so as time told, the acts of 2nd seat are what drove off the players in 3rd seat and ran 1st seat out of money. Things like staying on 13 with a 9 showing for the dealer, hitting on 13 when I had a 6 showing. And every time the 5th seat had a comment like "Oh we don't hit 13 now" or "Oh Cowboy style now" and it went on the whole 40 minutes I was there! Then it happened... I said "Man I could write a book!"

5th seat: "I'd buy it!"
2nd seat: "Well it depends on what it's called, it's all about the title..."
Me: I looked 2nd set straight in the eye and said "What's YOUR NAME?"

2nd seat jabbers on not getting the joke about what his name is officially and 5th seat knowing dealer to player etiquette reached out for knuckle pounds with me and we both busted up laughing... Then 5th seat chimes in and said "Well We will just call you MAVERICK!" In reference to his previous cowboy comment.

It was hilarious, but sad the hands he was wrecking. There was no way to tell him sometimes you have to just take one for the team, as everyone in a hand would lose but him with his 13 stayed on and my 9 up.

3 hours later I am in the same pit but different table, I glance over he is still there but with all new players around him.

Well I didn't make a book out of it, but a blog entry seems appropriate!

She Has Bigger Balls

2007-05-31T16:12:00.000-07:00

Pretty slow today but for a while there was 2 ladies on 3rd base and 3 guys on 2nd base. One of the ladies was shooting and hte point was 5 or 9. she had a 5 on the pass line and 10 on her odds. The guys each had 6 dollar odds.

One of my fellow dealers had decided to take his break on the floor at sat in the formerly-known-as Boxmans seat. He noticed the guys' odds and cracked that the "girl had bigger balls!"

A little later the guys playing the same way seemed to just be playing it safe. When his little 6 dollar six paid he surprised me by PRESSING his bet. So I slyly commented "Oh his balls are growing!" And he about died and replied "Did you just make a comment on my balls?!"We all laughed!

Later, during his own roll, he did something else outside of his box, and bet a hard way. The dealer in the box made some ball-related comment and I jumped in and said "Well at least he has a matching pair now!" This was followed one of the dice flying off the table. The other dealer said he was too disturbed by his ball-comments. Player then replied "no, she can talk about my balls all she wants..."

Funny little episode, I thought!

Back to GraveYard

2007-04-21T16:58:00.000-07:00

I started back on graveyard today. Geez was I tired all day.

I was not penciled in with a D for Dice on my shift today but in the daily buzz session ( aka Harrahs' Employee Pep rally) when the shift manager decided to put me in, this was nice for me, because there was only one D penciled on my schedule for this week.

If one more person asks me WHY I am back on this shift I might scream. It's simple- S works this shift so if I do as well we can do more together. I learned a lot on Swing shift and Thursday night my Swing boss gave me good words of encouragement, "We are departing on better terms and you can go anywhere you want now!" I would love to go anywhere I want but I am staying where I am, so next year I will have good longevity with one company and this will look better on my credit report for home buying reasons.

Well back to my day at work, around 11:30am the leprechaun came around in street clothes before his shift with a Starbucks in hand for the supervisor watching my Dice game. I waited for that Supervisor to return as i had this to say to him:

Got friends in low places?

But to my chagrin that supervisor did not come back to the table before I went home.

Thursday Remembered

2006-12-16T17:17:00.000-08:00

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

2006-12-11T02:42:00.000-08:00

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

2006-12-10T17:49:00.000-08:00

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

2006-12-09T15:55:00.000-08:00

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!

Some Kind of Treasure Hunt

2006-11-17T17:11:00.000-08:00

About half way thru my shift I am walking toward to restroom on the casino level, I am preparing to go around a small crowd of mostly females in their 20's. Instead of getting around them I see them all turn around toward me saying "There's one." Seemingly they were looking for an employee. Okay, I really have to pee and this makes it worse!

The one girl says to me "Excuse me, Where's O'sheas?" with the look as tho she had been staring at some elaborate treasure map leading her unto greatness unseen.

I refrain my self from bursting into laughter and reply "You're there!" X marks the spot, start digging, I think to myself.

"This is it? Where do we get 'dollar drafts'"

I pointed to the back bar. Its all about beer? I thought more to myself.

"This is O'sheas?!" another one replied quizically. It was like they had no idea what they were looking for, that they were standing on that X.

I wanted to say more but I left them to wander to bar.

Yes this is it, the small Irish pub themed casino between Margaritaville and IP. A Big deal made of a small thing. Imagine that, if you can, because here you are, and you are there!

2-Way Hard Way and Bullseyes

2006-11-10T17:57:00.000-08:00

I'm not even half of an hour into the shift last night, when a few people start gathering to play.
A man, David settles in on the hook and shortly after a 30-something redhead, Debbie settles in down the middle, next to him.
David bets hard ways and occassionaly 2-way on them.
Debbie followed suit one round on the 2-way hard 8, 1 dollar each. And shortly after a hard 8 rolls.
I pay David then Debbie, Handing Debbie her $9. She asked why I only paid her 9 if she had bet it 2 way. I took a breathe and asked her if she knew what a hard eight was, and her reply was "2 dollars" but i Stopped and said "how can I explain this [with out soundign greedy]... 2-way means 1 for you, and 1 for me, so we both win!" I didn't get the expected reply. I expected "Oh I meant 2-dollar hard eight" But rather she said "Oh I'm a good tipper! You just got $9 too!!!" as she celebrated being generous on accindent I nodded and thanked her. So all night she kept up the 2 ways ended up many times throwing out 8 bucks to cover all of them. And she always made sure when she hit that we got ours!

Well in the mean time, the dice are shooting from the other end. Lots of times the dice going off the table mostly Nearly into Debbie's Cleavage! So when She shot we started calling her Bulls Eye Debbie and it was a hoot. But the Dice didn't always go off towards her chest. A few times they came at me, past me, into me, etc as usual. Well I felt one grace past my waist between my left side and left arm. The box man and players nearest me looked all over for that die, to no avail! Then I demonstrated the path with my right hand to show the boxman which direction it would have gone, when I felt it. I did sort of grace past my waist, but between two buttons thru an opening, INTO my short. So I had to fish it out right there in front of god and everyone, then hand it over to the boxman. The gang sure got a laugh out of that one! So I guess I was a bit of a TARGET too!

Black Boots...

2006-11-05T16:58:00.000-08:00

Saturday night after work, technically sunday morning around 5 am, I stop to get gas on my way home. I fill up no problem. I decided to go in the store and get a couple doughnuts and a frappuccino for breakfast. I'm at the cashier digging thru my wallet to pay, looking down into my wallet, I see from the corner of my eye black shiney high heeled, knee high, go-go boots, I dismiss the image as I put my wallet away. When I hear from the voice of a middle-aged male with laryngitis-like rasp "$45 on 3 please, for the white Yukon over there." This was clearly not coming from the cashier, and the awkwark clacking of walking in heels goes out the door. I look over out the door to see the site. A 6'-plus big boned curveless body from top to bottom, the booths the shiney white panty hose, black mini skirt and fitted top, followed by a red skraggly wig. Then I looked back toward the cashier, I am sure my eyes were bulging jaw dropped, as he says to me "Women seem to be getting bigger and bigger".

I never did see m'lady's face, but I think I saw enough!

Vince Neil Ink

2006-11-05T15:49:00.000-08:00

So Friday was a big deal, well it was suposed to be a big deal. The tatoo parlor had its's grand opening super party at O'Sheas. Dealers were given cool T-shirts and allowed to wear jeans with the shirts all weekend fri-sun. This was the highlight of Friday- wearing comfy clothes! Rumor has it that the lead singer for Motley Crue came in to his tatoo parlor in hte afternoon got his inaugural ink done then went to his tour bus to get drunk and never came back in. I was bored and dissapointed all evening. I even went home 2 hours early.

But near the end of the night, I had a few interesting moments. Mere moments. This guy next to stick and in my #1 spot on base was flirting with me and verbally noting me "cute" to anyone who would listen. When ever I was on stick he would lean into my ear to tell me something, usually as lame as a thank you for helping him with his bets and what have you. But the last time, was more than words. This weirdo went for my neck with a smooch. Creepy! But in my whoring for tips I let it slide, usually soemthing like this goes down I get boxman to get 'em off me.

Then not too long after that I was tapped out to move to my base, a safe distance from smoocher over there. There was 3 cowboys around my 8-spot (which is right next to base), 1 playing 2 behind him watching. We are still busy and crowded, and I need to get past these guys to get to base. I tap on the back of the 1st 2 "excuse me" as I squeeze behind them. Now I am behind the one playing, he is also my shooter at the moment, and the dice are in his hands already, so I wait until he throws, then tap on his back with "excuse me" as normal. I get past him and he takes one look at me "darlin' all ya had to do was pinch my ass to get me to move!" I about died, and he continued to flirt/hit on me as well. What a hoot!

The Easy Eight

2006-10-31T04:35:00.001-08:00

For a few hours a couple guys kept hollaring what the point was eight or six "EASY EIGHT" or "EASY SIX" even tho they had lots of money of the hard way. I think they thought it meant that it is easy to roll. Anyway so the louder of the 2 guys has cashed out and gone, the other guy still feeling the vibe and only a couple players left by this time. I send the dice out to him, and once again we have Eight for a point, then you guessed it he starts "EASY EIGHT... we like that easy eight! EASY EIGHT!"

So my tired slap-happy self leans over the table his direction and yell out "How do you like your Eights?!" But he didn't get it as I expected him to say "EASY EIGHT!" but he seemed dumbfounded and replied "Uhh I dont know?" So I came back on the fly with this reply "Eights Over Easy" (like... Eggs Over easy...) and we got a snicker out of it, but then Suddenly KC, my 3rd base dealer, realized what I said and he about dies in laughter right there at the table, and then me too, laughing so hard I can't do anything. The game continues with us 2 cracking up, and so a few rolls later theres the Eight come 5-3 (EASY EIGHT- WINNER) and KC jumps the gun and says Eight Over Easy. Then the rest of the 8 rolls of the night KC laughs out saying "Over Easy" until suddenly a Hard Eight (4-4) rolls, and this one KC has in the bag "Hard Boiled!" Also funny buy not quite as funny as the random unexpected Over Easy.

I can tell KC has a blast working with me, he's only been here about a week but I sure am giving him a show! Let me flashback to his 1st night working with me.

A guy keeps betting the Yo every roll! I send out the dice to this guy for his roll, knowing he wants a Yo, I send them set up at 6-5 and I yell out "Show me your Yo!!" I do this everytime it was his roll! He even hit it a number of times, good thing. It's just a fun time!

Tonight KC recollected this memory after the Easy Eight Fun, And I told him "You've never had this much fun dealing dice, than with me!"

I like to make sure everyone is having a good time! And on this note this is why I got another silly star award from a customer comment tonight.

I'm afraid this kind of fun and attitude and camaraderie just doesn't exist on the rest of the strip. The dealers and atmosphere always seems solemn and somber everywhere else. I dont know if I want to stop having fun at work...

something about a chicken

2006-10-29T13:07:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I forget to tell my stories...

This one happened a couple days ago, but last night after work I remembered it and told S and he about died laughing and asked why I didnt post it here. So here it it...

I'm on stick. Everyone but one person has made the same prop bet. I look at the odd ball and say "C'mon all teh cool kids are doin' it!" and he laughs but still no bet. So out of the blue it the most tempting persuading tone of voice I say, and loud enough for everyone to hear incidentally "It tastes like CHICKEN!"

Now I have everyone rolling and laughing so hard. The Guy even makes the bet now. Box man busts up saying "What the hell, Where did that come from?" It was completely random! I have no thought process behind it, it just CAME OUT :)

Then another guy said after the roll "Ya Know, It does kinda taste like chicken!" and that was totally funny too!

When I get to base the boxman leans over and says "what would even make you think of something like that?" and even more randomly I replied "maybe it was the subconcience of the "winner winner chicken dinner that we're all tired of hearing."

Craps NO More

2006-10-08T15:59:00.000-07:00

We had our 2nd dice table converted about 2 weeks ago to a CRAPS NO MORE table.
For those of you unaware of the difference, You can not loose on the come out roll, 2, 3, and 12 can and will become points, as well as the 11, which no longer wins on the come out roll. There is no dark side (i.e. Don't Pass or Don't Come bets).

It is still a time of learning and adjustment for the dice dealers when they are on this game. So lots of interesting and funny and weird things happen.

A player throws down some money and says "cover all of the numbers" we have to stop and think what proper units are going to be on the new numbers, figure out the change and it slows us down a little. The player gets frustrated thinking we dont know what we are doing but I just stop and say "Hey man, It's ok, we just got this game here and we are still figuring it out" so this usually works.

How weird does this sound " 2 Craps 2, the point is 2, mark the 2."
Or "Yo 11, Point's 11, Mark the Yo" then all your players look at you like "aren't you going to pay me?" All I have to do is say "Nope, the point is 11!" and suddenly you get all these WTF looks.

Then there the mid game call of Yo. Last night I'm on stick and the point was 5. A few rolls later "Yo 11, good field, comes to Yo!" But wait, thats not what my 3rd base dealer is doing! I swish my stick over and smack it down like a Catholic School Teacher onto the a come bet the 3rd base dealer payed, and yelled "No!!"... he was clearly thinking of traditional craps "good field, good come" and we both bust out laughing, and I had the fun of rubbing it in on him all night!

It is a good thing we had a great personality of a box man! Some box men are sticks in the mud and the fun woulda just deflated fast!

Tales of Lost, Found & Stolen

2006-09-25T04:07:00.000-07:00

When we got started as casino employees we heard the ways of lost and found /finders keepers.
A story of a casino employee finding a bike parked unattended and unlocked, 30 days later it was his.

Around about 2am today, my dice crew was let out 1 hour early for the night, I went back downstairs to clock out at the same time my boss went back into the pit, I bypassed the clock and pointed out to him htere was a large shopping bag under the table from Margaritaville. My boss picked it up grabed a security officer and handed it to him, turned around grabbed a pen n paper took down my badge number date etc and they said if no one comes back for it within 30 days - its mine!

It appeared to have shirts and flip-flips and other souvenirs. Who knows what kind of treasures I will probably get!

Because if i was drink and gambling in Vegas toting around a sack i would liely forget about it too and when i realized it later I would just assume some one else would find it and walk off with it.
Stay tuned, I will write about it in a month.

Lost...stolen... its one of those weeks or months I guess.

A week or so ago I was looking for this little bag that I keep in my car with odds n ends like fingernail clippers, chap stick, pen, etc. It was not there, I looked real good the next day in hte daylight and it really is missing! what a lame theft, guess they really needed to clip their fingernails!

Then last night I get off work and walk to my truck, I was parked so that I was walking toward the back end and I realized my license plate was gone. Nuts n bolts too. I checked the front plate, oddly still there! After I showed S, he seemed sure it was theft too. He put the front one on the back for me and we looked on the web at the DMV site as to what to do in this case. So I guess I could get a nother set for 5.50 with registration to last the rest of my term, or just get the smog and re-register for about 40.00. Ugh, DMV Lines!!! Maybe S will go to the DMV for me on one of his mornings after work (hint hint I know You'll read this S).

Seven of Eight

2006-09-01T05:09:00.000-07:00

Thats my new nick name at work today.

I think some of you will sence a TNG relation, but the name is as far as that goes. NO assimilations :)

I was on stick, the lights were not right, and the shadows were being cast heavily on the table.
Shooter rolls and I see a 5 then the other dice lands and I am sure I see a Duce! So I call 7-out etc etc etc. The dealer on the end where the dice landed corrected me that is was an EIGHT. The other side of the table was swiped clean and the players walked off before the correction was made, Shooter included! So we put his chips in a stack at the box, and watch for him for a while, until we see him to return his money. Meanwhile, we have to call "new shooter same point" and new shooter shoots and hits the point- immediately!

It didn't help that the box man was is one of the worst people I ever dealt with. I seriously think Sadam woulda been more pleasant! I am sick of this person.

So the story goes around the pit to all the supervisors/floorman etc, and the shift boss comes up and says "so you called the 7 on an 8? Do you know what 'Seven of Nine' is? Well I'm gonna call you Seven of Eight, Now!"Laugh Laugh Laugh... what ever. Life goes on. It wasn't the 1st time this has ever happened nor will it be the last- just hopefully my own last! But my Boxman still angers me. Shift boss says I should have fun with the situation, but I am just afraid it will egg him on. Personally I just want to punch him in his coratid artery. Well I wont go on and on about my hatred for this guy. A co-worker says if I let him get to me - he has won. I will stand tall and ignore his slimey arse!

Noodle, "Ouch" & a Long Table

2006-08-08T14:12:00.000-07:00

Let's start out light heartedly...

My Chinese Friend "R" is adorable, the is the name one who says "nanananana-nine..." on the dice table stick position. Some oen a few weeks ago was teaching her american slang like "nerd" and "weirdo." So then she spoke up one day and called some one a "noodle" but it sounds more like new-doe with her sweet little chinese-girl accent. So we all just thought it was something chinese, calling someone a "noodle" and it makes me laugh and smile when she says it. So I started calling her "noodle" too. Then she asked me one day after work what it means to call someone a noodle. I said I had no idea, I just guessed it was her thing. But she said "no you teached me" tho I didn't... So she asked me what I call people when I tease them, I came up with "nerd" right away. So she said "yea, like noodle?!" I just looked at her and said "OK." I can't even come up with a spelling for the way "nerd" sounds coming from her! Then about a week later she said "it's not 'noodle' its "wierdo.'" But Noodle stuck, and now we just call each other "Noodle."

I had a Tall 30-something "M" next to my base today. I was using the stoop to be tall enough because I had a player on 1st, so I had to make it easier to reach. But M called me "3 inch taller girl" so I could look be tall like him. He cracked me up- every time he won he's kind of hit me in the arm in excitement. The 1st time was more like exstatic, over excitement. It startled the crap out of me. But it continued with every win and I said "Take it easy! I'm gonna get questioned at home,when my arm is all bruised up."

Oh and one time L was on stick and sent the dice to him when he was not the shooter, and L was busy talking as usual, to someone on the other side of the table. M pointed to the shooter and said "Hey L, I think that's your shooter!" So L looked then pushed the dice to the right person and L says sorry I was talking to someone. M said, "Oh, well don't let me interrupt you!" the next roll was a winner, Smack, I felt on my arm again! And M said "L, dorry worry about that comment, Do what ever you have to do to call those winners!" So I said "You gotta hit me everytime you win?!?!" He apologized and asked if I wanted to hit back....

Then L was getting tapped out off of the stick, and L was also on my side, so I commented to M "I've got bad news for you" and he was intrigued what it could be, I took care of the current roll's pay-outs and told him "Your friend is on his way over, and I had to take a break." But his reply was most unexpected... "Oh he's alright.. You're my friend tho! But I can't be your friend, You have a boyfriend or something..." Or Something! ;), Yup S is a Something Alright!

One more story...
Four guys from Chicago walk up and buy in 100.00 each. Players cards and all! One guy makes an early comment on how Long the table was. The other guy says "Long (pretends to undo his belt) I'll show you Long" I interjected "I seen that!" He said "You weren't supposed to!" I said back " I see everything!" A 3rd guy says "that's your job, right?!" I replied "Yea, Part of it..."

Then when these guys were rolling the 1st guy throws teh dice and when they land he said he needed a telelscope to see them that far away...I had to, just HAD to reply as I pointed to Mr. I'll Show You Long "Telescope- He's gone one, apparently!" And they all laughed together, And said I was awesome & had a witty personality.

It's Been a While

2006-08-06T14:42:00.000-07:00

My time and energy have been preoccupied for a while... I've had a few things to talk about here but haven't gotten a chance to come back to tell you about it.

Let's See... A week or so ago- the infamous Aaron showed up on swing shift, nothing has changed there - he might be worse before the night winds down, he really embarrasses me with his naughty comments!

Oh- Last thursday, and a lot ever since, I have been teh cooler. Friday, I couldnt call a number for the life of me. The dice made 2 laps thru a full table of shooters with creating points then one of the following 2 rolls are sure to be a 7-out! It was Ice Cold!!

The following days have been almost as bad, but yesterday- for the 1st time, I seen all 6 points for the fire bet get made, I wanted to pass out, and not a soul was playing it, LOL... we rubbed it in pretty hard too! only One Dollar would have paid $1000.00. The Max bet of $5 on it would have been 5 times as sweet!

Someone called OSHA on O'shea's - Friday we had sound monitors on various staff members to register the decibles of the live band which has been entirely too loud for a few months, but if it stays where OSHA set it it will be perfect.

So far I am still at O'shea's, no sign of a transfer yet... *grumble*

Well Stanley has a new story on his dog-blog. Go check it out when you are done here, if you havent yet!

Thats it from me for now!

Too Tall to Call?

2006-07-03T17:09:00.000-07:00

The weekend seemed to have erased my brain. I spent too much time not working and completely focussed on S. Lets include lack of sleep.

I go back to work yesterday (Sunday) and start on stick. A few normal rolls pass and then a die lands in the rail. This happens a lot but this time my brain was out to lunch - I added the dice together anyway and made the call!?!?! The box man made fun of me and said "NO ROLL... Too Tall to Call!" as I laughed at myself and moved on.

What a start to the day!

Promiscuous Blows

2006-06-26T03:27:00.000-07:00

This guy, Mark, late-20's aged was playing dice already when we started the new shift at 7pm tonight. So probably before I ever got there he was getting people to blow on his dice. Odd thing was he didn't seem to care male or female...

B was sitting box and was sucker enough to blow on the dice for him just a little to frequently.
Then, later P was sitting box and he gave one blow, then no further blows as he said he "didn't want to be promiscuous." This made me laugh and P had a hard time keeping a straight face after I busted up. And P refused to blow again, but the begging was futile, this guy wouldn't throw the dice until someone blew.

I called out across the table, ( he was not on my side of the table) "Hey, Mark! Over here..." A little wink and very flitatious soft puckered breath in his direction and then the dice rolled. A simple 6, no big deal. The next few also came from me. But then he asked and begged P again, did I mention P is a MAN? Finally P cupped his hand to the side of his mouth like telling a secret in 2nd grade and blew a secret blow, which was just as funny as the promiscuosity comment. But the dice rolled following this blow into a horrendous 7-Out! P says "And this is why I didn't want to do it!" I knew P was thinking Thank god for a new shooter!

Dices and Idiots

2006-06-25T16:22:00.000-07:00

It's a Friday night and we have a $10 game going on. Only a few players at the monent. A sloppy, younger man walks up to the table with a singe red chip and puts in into the "field bet." I call out "No Bet!" And as he picks up the bet I tell him it is a $10 table.

So after he watches for a few minutes he asks "how can I buy five dices like that?" I had to laugh out loud!

First of all dices? That's a verb! The act of dicing, perhaps as you would with veggies!
Dice is the plural form for more than one Die.

Now on the whole $10 game topic. I love, and when I saw Love, I really mean Hate, people who want to play and treat it like roulette. IT IS NOT $10 TOTAL!!! It's $10 per bet! And then people want to put their own bets down... Someone throws $10 into the hard 10 area, I have to pick up the bet anyway, ask whose it is and what it is. If you are a dice dealer you know, but otherwise everyone asks how we know whose bet is whose... and this is why we have placement and geographic acknowledgement for each player. Where a player stands around the table decides where their bets are set up and therefor reminds us who to pay when that bet wins. This is why only the pass and dont pass, come and field areas are SELF SERVE. So keep your hands out of the bet zones of numbers and prop bet areas!

Some days I just wanna whack people with the stick!

misleading lies or misconceived highs...

2006-06-20T12:20:00.000-07:00

The supervisor who told me my score was not in yesterday. I had noticed the top boss in his office while on my break. I stopped in and asked to get my rank, wanting to find out for sure how far down on the list I was. I said "I'm in hte 59 set," but the boss said "No, I think you're 57" he flipped thru until he found my name. He was right. I complained of being lied to by the other guy. I felt to fool all the rest of my day. I put my name on the EO, I was steaming and wanted to get out of there.

Someone suggested 59 was a universal answer when anyone asked this guy. Because another dealer was also told 59 and later found out it was 61... Why did mine have to go the other direction. :(

Another suggestion was he just didn't read it right... was the writing unclear?

Who knows th truth behind my sad, misleading lie.

I won't be part of the 1st 17. After that 17, I am 8 down the list. I am guessing 6 to 8 weeks before the new job is mine...

I havent heard word of the dice auditions yet, if they should arrise I might make it back to that beloved 59...

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Off topic, I came across this site.
A lounge in PA with a very opinionated owner, who puts his opinion in plain view!

Larry the Cable Guy?

2006-06-19T15:51:00.000-07:00

Yesterday we had an ornery one on the Craps table.

He Looked Like, Sounded Like, Acted Like... Larry The Cable Guy, and he knew it, so he played off it, and we egged it on!

He said Larry TCG married his grandmother's daughter, do the math, jokingly.

The use of words like britches and supper, cracked me up.

He made cracks at me that I needed a spankin' and red-necked come-ons of sorts.
And when the table closed, I bid him a flirtatious farewell and good luck, and he told me he was going up to the other table where Raquel was dealing. I said she wouldn't "bump uglies" with him either :)

I just could not get over the resemblances!

Top 17

2006-06-19T15:29:00.000-07:00

The Flamingo is doing something they have not done in a long time IF EVER. The 1st draw for transfers is HUGE. Normally they take about 5 at a time. But the 1st day of the next pay period, July 7th, they are drawing the top 17.

I can only assume I am with in this realm. A co-worker and friend of mine got the same score of 59 as I, and he also saw the order of rank, he is #18, and he started a month after me. So I am at probably 17 or less :)

And if by chance I am mistaken, the next draw will be 2 weeks after that, July 21.

I am finally going to be free from the Kiddie Pool!

I guess when the transfer-freeze unfroze to Caesar's Palace, a bunch of Flamingo Dealers went across the street.

Premonitions and Torture

2006-06-18T15:02:00.000-07:00

Friday no one told me my score. A few other dealers laughed and said the boss knew how bad I wanted to know and decided it would be funny not to tell me until he HAD TO...

I told one girl about a dream I had Thursday night after work, after being taunted and not knowing my score. I dreamt that as the boss was leaving for the night he leaned toward me while I was on the game and whispered "fifty-nine" to me.

Saturday, 15 minutes prior to the shift that same boss had called a meeting required by the company about safety. I told him I'd go if he told me my score. I expected he did not know off the top of his head, and would have to go look it up after the meeting. But much to my surprise he knew and stated in the most nonchalant tone of voice "fifty-nine" in front of the whole meeting, then carried on with the meeting.

I am thrilled! I have the chance to add up to 4 points with my Craps audition.
The top score is 63 this time, this is from a non-craps dealer, so with craps I could be one of the best!

Audition Number Two

2006-06-16T16:46:00.000-07:00

Wednesday I audutioned again (at the Flamingo). I arranged for it to be prior to my work shift... 6pm audition; work shift starts at 8pm.

I'm ready, anxious, excited and confident! I already know I only get to show my Blackjack game. I got down to the pit to find Jim (the audition conductor) ahead of schedule about 10 til 6. While I was waiting, another O'sheas dealer showed up, and asked me where to clock in, it was her 1st time working as Flamingo's extra-board. So I gave her a short tour to the clock and in that process I saw Jim, who seemed to have seen me being helpful, friendly ...upbeat and positive! Ok thatas a pun on the infamous FOCUS training for Harrah's employees.

Jim stops me and says "Let me get my things together and get organized, then we will get you on a game." No Problem, I went and leaned on a 21 table and greeted walk-bys.

Then Jim takes me to a show game, wham bam no mistakes making the players talk and laugh and it was great. On to a Single deck game. Same story. Then I am off the game and Jim says they are scheduling the dice auditions seperate, but he remembered me from last time AND that I did really good this time.

So I then had two hours to burn before I went to work...
I was suposed to deal 21 at work today but bounced all over the pit. I ended the night on craps (oddly!) and topped off the night with 2 hours OT, so I was at my place of employment a total of 12 hours!

While I was on my 2nd break of the night however, I walked into the breakroom, saw floorman Phil talking to another dealer and as I sat down near them Phil said "I hear J did really well too." And the conversation went liek this:

Me: Well at what?
Phil: Your Audition, I am really proud of you!
Me: What's my score?
Phil: I can't tell you yet...
Me: Well Just tell me if it was greater than 55 points
Phil: yes, yes it is.
Me: Well That's an improvement for sure (remember I had 52 last round), was it better than 60?
Phil nodded a no to me and the conversation was over.

On to Thursday night, 4am, I am clocked out and getting ready to leave. Thursday is the last day of auditions. I'm walking thru the break room to my locker and a few other dealers asked me my score. WTF? No one is supposed to know their scores yet? But they do and no one told me mine...

Today: Friday I will know my Blackjack Score when I get to work. Stay Tuned!

Vacation inspires Stanley...

2006-06-12T01:09:00.000-07:00

I've had a lot of days off recently.
Tuesday thru Friday and then today (Sunday) for the sake of a mini vacation. I arranged for my 2 weekends to run together plus an extra day off in there kind of, and one day of work on Saturday.
Friends from back home (indy) K and his pops came to play around on the town.

We've been all over town and then some. See S's blog for the wheres and whens. Money lost and spent and time flew. But it was all a good time!

We were all around town today. When it was dinner time (9pm-ish) and we were all getting hungry we had plans to go to Hard Rock's Pink Taco for Mexican food, but things weren't seeming to go well there even just while waiting for a table. So we attempted to go to Sammy's Woodfired Pizza, but they were closed already by the time we got there. So we headed toward Sunset Station, where there's a Hooters, but as soon as we got in the parking lot K protested. So I convinced them we were going to Black Angus, where K ordered Buffalo Chicken (!) which he coulda got at Hooters(!).

They are going home tomorrow, and I go back to work for an unknown amount of days in a row.
K said he would come back in about 6 months to go see Elton John with me, coz S won't do it. I had a good time with them here and will miss them.

On a side note, complete inspiration brought on something...
Stanley is starting his own blog this week.
Check it out in a few days...
http://stanleysdogtales.blogspot.com/
He is working on his 1st story and needs some typing help :)

Ricochet

2006-06-03T16:04:00.000-07:00

Ok I've seen the dice hit, bounce off of, and land in very interesting ways and places.

I've seen :
Rim shots off of some ones drink in hand
Hole In Ones into trash cans
Hitting dealers' working stacks knocking them over or knocking one out of the middle
Landing on top of stacks
The usual Too Tall to Call into the rails
I've even been the ricochet factor, having had dice hit me...

These dice have hit me in the hands most often, the arm a few times, even once right between the eyes. Which was a combo of shock, unbelief and pain, bringing me to tears of laughter.

But yesterday, was the ricochet of all rocochets! This time, all I could say was "Hey, Watch it Buddy!"

Usually any human body part interference causes the un-wanted 7-out. But not this time... This time the ricochet made the point! Front Line Winner, extra special thanks to one of my LOVELY LADY LUMPS! It kinda stung, like a bee-sting... But no tokes came in for gratitude, at this juncture.

Call 'em Like You See 'em

2006-05-30T18:20:00.000-07:00

This weekend had a girl playing dice at the table who didn't play any more than the pass line but was full of energy and excited over every roll.

At the other end of the table was a guy ( white guy) in a bright lime green sweat suit feeling lucky wearing green, and playing in a Irish pub theme casino. The girl cheering for this shooter yelloing things like "Go Green Shooter" "C'mon Greeny" etc... Then when his roll was over the dice moved back to the other side of the table and there was a pretty black lady in a plain grey sweatshirt.

Our funny cheerleader lady started with "c'mon new shooter" then by the 2nd roll it was "Let's go grey sweatshirt shooter." Then I saw the shooter glance over at this cheering woman like she was nuts. And I think we all felt the same way. I said "Ok, we're just going to pick random characteristics and tag people with them as they become rollers" as I thought about announcing the shooters name, as I had picked up on it from her players card, but I went along with the silliness of our cheerleader to see what else she would come up with.

Dealing with Asain Dealers

2006-05-30T17:48:00.000-07:00

I work with people of all walks of life. But I have been more confused and tickled by those from Asain countries.

Two of these are also fellow Dice Dealers...
Fisrt there is Tony, who is Vietnamese is one who tickles me with his accent. He calls for bets on "sickenate" aka Six & Eight, and he says it so fast, you're like "chicken head? Did he say something about a chicken hed?" LOL...

And Rain, a sweet soft spoken Chinese girl. I only just recently figured out what she was really saying, but everytime she calls 9 on the stick, I hear "Winner Winner Nine" but the point was 8, or something else. And I just went with the nine as a call, not a winner call. With the loud hussle n bussle of our place of employment, esp on weekends... You can hardly hear hear anyway. So finally I figured out what sounded like "Winner Winenr Nine" was actually "Na Na Nah Nine." Go figure!

What is Your Star Trek Personality?

2006-05-26T02:41:00.000-07:00

OK, I admit I was bored when I found this...
What is Your Star Trek Personality?
http://scifi.about.com/library/weekly/aa080201.htm

My Star Trek Personality Test Results: ESFJ

This test says you are an ESFJ (Extrovert, Sensor, Feeler, Judger).* In Star Trek, you share a basic personality configuration with the characters of Leonard McCoy and Malcolm Reed.

"I'm just an old country doctor." - McCoy

Qualities
People like you are generally concerned about others and work hard to be of service. You're friendly, affectionate, outgoing, and talkative. You're polite when it's appropriate, willing to take risks to help others, and cooperative, especially when you perceive that you're part of a team. You enjoy action, but you're a realist and quite literal. You're also organized and responsible. You love things that are time-honored.

You're conscientious, almost to a fault at times. You're very sensitive to others and get your feelings hurt easily. You don't actually enjoy conflict with others -- in fact, you may hate it -- but you will do whatever you have to to be of service to others. You're active and energetic, but you look before you leap.

You're an excellent host.

Goals
Your primary goal in life is creating exceptional relationships and helping people in tangible, practical ways. Your reward is to be appreciated and relied upon, as well as to respected, particularly in regards to your ethics.

Work
You can thrive where others whither in supervisoral and administrative positions because, while you dislike dischord, you handle strong emotions from others and from yourself...unless guilt is involved. Then, watch out! Under extreme stress, you can tend towards conspiracy theories and paranoia. You will also guilt others into doing things for you. You do your best work when you are a valued member of the group.

Relationships
In both friends and lovers, you need to feel needed. To be misjudged by those you love is disasterous for you. You must have a mate who will praise and reward you, especially for kindnesses and considerations you do for them.

Jobs
Good careers for your type include personal fitness trainer, ship's doctor, exercise physiologist, travel agent, tactical officer, innkeeper, veterinarian, nurse, and employee assistance counselor.

Ohio... as a bet.

2006-05-26T01:37:00.000-07:00

Swing shift has showed me some real funnies, thanks to late night drunks.

S has strongly suggested my posting this story as much as I have Procrastinated doing it.

Some guy with a system on the craps table bets the Horn High Yo every Come Out Roll, we will call him Syd. It pays off a few times for him. Then some drunk guy trying to learn from this guys system, starts the copycat game, we will call him Bud.

Image this:
Syd makes a pass line bet, so Bud does too.
Syd Tosses me a red and hollars "Horn High Yo."
Bud too tosse sme a red and yells "Ohio!"
I pause, grab the chip and question the bed "Ohio?"
Bud "Yea, same thing as this guy," as he points to Syd.
I state "Ohio, Horn High Yo, ok..." and place his bet on the Horn High Yo.
Every Come out roll for about an hour Syd bets the Horn High Yo and Bud follows with betting an Ohio.
When the 1st 20-minutes passed and I moved to 3rd base, opposite of the side they were on, It happens again and poor girl on stick had no clue.

Side note was I think I heard the Neil Young song OHIO on the muzak at some point durring the night.