I have been tryin' to memorize the new prop box payout keys for our craps tables.
Harrah's took us down to 15/30, we were 16/31- and that's what I learned in school.
So far I have the Horn Highs and 3 unit bets down.
It's a matter of re-memorizing some of the multiplication tables. The easy ones: 2, 5 and 11 in many cases; but 4, 7 and 9 in others, are not as easy for me. I feel like a Dork not being able to quickly multiply in some cases but if I can just remember, then I won't have to do the math.
On a side note- I am dealing 21 at the Flamingo tomorrow and I am going to ask to step in on craps on my breaks! Will help me to get used to their tables by the time I have my next Audition!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
The Baboon is Back
It started to feel like a normal day. Dice was open and I was dealing it, with the normal crew. We had averaged 3 players on each side. It was smooth going for a few hours. Then suddenly it was like a train wreck. And my headache seemed to just implode my brain! The Baboon was sent to my table, to practice dealing and took Brian out, who had to go deal cards. Lucky was he! I had to stay on the table and watch this baboon make a fool and waste of the table. The game slowed nearly to a stop, and players were leaving because it was taking too long between rolls and then the table went ICE COLD.
I think they (the supervisors) need to re-evaluate this situation. At least the other 21 dealers they taught craps to studied the game learned the calls etc. This Baboon doesn't even know the calls, or the payouts for a simple 5 dollar game- YIKES! It was funny and embarrassing at the same time... The Baboon comes on stick and starts cheering for 7, no matter what the time of game is, and the players all kind of pause, take a deep breath and a step back... it's kind of like a twilight zone feeling for a moment. Then you can see it, and feel it. Players are becoming frustrated and eventually they all leave, one by one.
Well finally they pulled the baboon off the table and sent up another dice dealer in training, one with enough sence and ambition to read and study the procedures, stick calls and pay outs.
And if I hear the Baboon sitting around talking like he knows dice again, I am surely going to scream. Because he does sit in the break room and go off about payouts etc with the wrong answers. For those of you who know/knew G.H.- it's déjà vu all over again!
Thank God It's [my] Friday!
I think they (the supervisors) need to re-evaluate this situation. At least the other 21 dealers they taught craps to studied the game learned the calls etc. This Baboon doesn't even know the calls, or the payouts for a simple 5 dollar game- YIKES! It was funny and embarrassing at the same time... The Baboon comes on stick and starts cheering for 7, no matter what the time of game is, and the players all kind of pause, take a deep breath and a step back... it's kind of like a twilight zone feeling for a moment. Then you can see it, and feel it. Players are becoming frustrated and eventually they all leave, one by one.
Well finally they pulled the baboon off the table and sent up another dice dealer in training, one with enough sence and ambition to read and study the procedures, stick calls and pay outs.
And if I hear the Baboon sitting around talking like he knows dice again, I am surely going to scream. Because he does sit in the break room and go off about payouts etc with the wrong answers. For those of you who know/knew G.H.- it's déjà vu all over again!
Thank God It's [my] Friday!
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Blog Surfing
I'm blog surfing...
I came across a few weird ones.
This guy likes making beautiful women look FAT
Ken- You should like this one.
Which came from here.
I like the "lyrics." Be sure to have your speakers turned ON.
Ok this is almost as funny as the crazy frog
Belgian Farting Pig Cartoon
There is sound required for this one too...
And this one wasn't in a blog, but... it is now :)
I came across a few weird ones.
This guy likes making beautiful women look FAT
Ken- You should like this one.
Which came from here.
I like the "lyrics." Be sure to have your speakers turned ON.
Ok this is almost as funny as the crazy frog
Belgian Farting Pig Cartoon
There is sound required for this one too...
And this one wasn't in a blog, but... it is now :)
Friday, April 07, 2006
Is it Soda?
Well as I was strolling the aisles of the grocery store today, there was a sample table- a new Coke product. Coke Blak... So, I say I'll try anything once and grab a swig. Hmm fizzy but mmm tastes coffee-ish like really sweet coffee, but its carbonated?! So I notice they are sold in 4-packs and are on sale. So I break-down to buy a pack.
So for more information on this fusion of cola and coffee- go here.
Hey It only has 45 calories!
I'm going to drink a whole one tomorrow and lt you know if its worth drinking!
So for more information on this fusion of cola and coffee- go here.
Hey It only has 45 calories!
I'm going to drink a whole one tomorrow and lt you know if its worth drinking!
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Unlike Any Other Day
I got up with the 1st buzz of my alarm clock at 2:40, and did not take my two 9-minute snoozes. I had to get going early and get awake before I got to a table. I was ready and out the door what seemed faster than normal too, Monster Drink in hand.
About 3:30 I pulled in the parking space and walked to my locker, locking my personal belonging up, tucking in my work shirt and buckling up my apron. No one was in signt who I might be looking for... So I lingered for a few minutes in the break room, then wandered to THE FLAMINGO. Today I was a Flamingo Dealer! Yes I was, and it was good. I was tipped by the red not the silver, and more frequently at that. The players were mature and friendly at the same time, not drunken stupid. I dealt 21 almost all day, but got my hands on the 3-card Poker table for a few runs, too. Almost all shoe (8-deck) games, and $10 and up games. Even on the sit-down table... which is my only complaint, as this has aggrivated my shoulder and neck and back more than normal.
Even tho some part of me was scared of this day, I charged at it with intense devotion! This may well become a weekly standard part of my schedule. And it is more than welcome! Let me at it!! I'm ready! Brian, a co-worker who has been doing this already, was going to give me a hard time and tease me today but as he noticed how I handled every situation, I think he reaslized I was past it and above it, and doing just fine. There was no humiliation to be had for me today! If I was unsure of anything I tackled it and overcame it.
At O'shaes, we call out every $100 that comes and goes at our tables. The Flamingo doesn't give a hoooty--hoot about 100's. The tables have $500's (which are kinda pinkish in color) and that's what is called out, and cared about. The pit bosses aren't hawks and don't jump up and run to you every time you call out either. I was coloring almost a thousand, I called out and no one came and I only think I heard a "go ahead" in the faint background of noises. I payed a nearly $700 straight-flush on 3-card poker, and the same thing occured. Finally I start calling things out not too loudly and acted as though I hear it and did what ever I had to. This seems to be the norm. Pit bosses seem to have a lot more to do there than next door. It's better, less time is wasted in waiting for individual approvals.
I have a feeling, if I get to do this like once per week, when the next Audition comes around I will have it in the bag!
On top of the great day of work, I came home in a grand mood, did a few chores, then moved my lawn chaise into the sun, book in hand and layed in the sun to read a few chapters. Of course, I can not sit in that chair with out dear Stanley in it too, in my lap kind of, so I probably have a partial patchy tan if any, on my legs.
The weather today is just outstanding. I couldn't have asked for a better day.
About 3:30 I pulled in the parking space and walked to my locker, locking my personal belonging up, tucking in my work shirt and buckling up my apron. No one was in signt who I might be looking for... So I lingered for a few minutes in the break room, then wandered to THE FLAMINGO. Today I was a Flamingo Dealer! Yes I was, and it was good. I was tipped by the red not the silver, and more frequently at that. The players were mature and friendly at the same time, not drunken stupid. I dealt 21 almost all day, but got my hands on the 3-card Poker table for a few runs, too. Almost all shoe (8-deck) games, and $10 and up games. Even on the sit-down table... which is my only complaint, as this has aggrivated my shoulder and neck and back more than normal.
Even tho some part of me was scared of this day, I charged at it with intense devotion! This may well become a weekly standard part of my schedule. And it is more than welcome! Let me at it!! I'm ready! Brian, a co-worker who has been doing this already, was going to give me a hard time and tease me today but as he noticed how I handled every situation, I think he reaslized I was past it and above it, and doing just fine. There was no humiliation to be had for me today! If I was unsure of anything I tackled it and overcame it.
At O'shaes, we call out every $100 that comes and goes at our tables. The Flamingo doesn't give a hoooty--hoot about 100's. The tables have $500's (which are kinda pinkish in color) and that's what is called out, and cared about. The pit bosses aren't hawks and don't jump up and run to you every time you call out either. I was coloring almost a thousand, I called out and no one came and I only think I heard a "go ahead" in the faint background of noises. I payed a nearly $700 straight-flush on 3-card poker, and the same thing occured. Finally I start calling things out not too loudly and acted as though I hear it and did what ever I had to. This seems to be the norm. Pit bosses seem to have a lot more to do there than next door. It's better, less time is wasted in waiting for individual approvals.
I have a feeling, if I get to do this like once per week, when the next Audition comes around I will have it in the bag!
On top of the great day of work, I came home in a grand mood, did a few chores, then moved my lawn chaise into the sun, book in hand and layed in the sun to read a few chapters. Of course, I can not sit in that chair with out dear Stanley in it too, in my lap kind of, so I probably have a partial patchy tan if any, on my legs.
The weather today is just outstanding. I couldn't have asked for a better day.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
The Book List
Well yesterday I started talking about books and decided to list my favorites.
In order of Discovering them:
The Times We Had by Marion Davies
This is a fun biography of the life of Actress Marion Davies and Media Tycoon-William Randolph Hearst, who she was lifetime mistress to, back in the early 1900's. I felt like I was there, I often felt like I was seeing it all thru her eyes. Such a natural story telling.
Holy Moly Mackeroly! Reflections on the Business of Art and the Art of Life by Gloria Page
Very intriguing memoirs of a rubber stamp artist making a business of her art. When I wanted to do the same thing I delved deep into the pages of this book. Even tho the business aspect turned out to be NOT FOR ME, I stil really enjoyed glorias experiences.
Marley & Me : Life and Love with the World's Worst Dog by John Grogan
The trials and tribulations of rearing a crazed pup - very strong feelings of relating. Even if you don't concider your dog(s) bad, this is a lot of fun!
My next Purchase is going to be the Postsecret Book, to add to my engossment at the website.
PostSecret : Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives by Frank Warren
In case you did not realize, its real peoples' stories I enjoy. No fiction listed here.
But I can't stand reality TV - go figure.
In order of Discovering them:
The Times We Had by Marion Davies
This is a fun biography of the life of Actress Marion Davies and Media Tycoon-William Randolph Hearst, who she was lifetime mistress to, back in the early 1900's. I felt like I was there, I often felt like I was seeing it all thru her eyes. Such a natural story telling.
Holy Moly Mackeroly! Reflections on the Business of Art and the Art of Life by Gloria Page
Very intriguing memoirs of a rubber stamp artist making a business of her art. When I wanted to do the same thing I delved deep into the pages of this book. Even tho the business aspect turned out to be NOT FOR ME, I stil really enjoyed glorias experiences.
Marley & Me : Life and Love with the World's Worst Dog by John Grogan
The trials and tribulations of rearing a crazed pup - very strong feelings of relating. Even if you don't concider your dog(s) bad, this is a lot of fun!
My next Purchase is going to be the Postsecret Book, to add to my engossment at the website.
PostSecret : Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives by Frank Warren
In case you did not realize, its real peoples' stories I enjoy. No fiction listed here.
But I can't stand reality TV - go figure.
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