An Interesting Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 ...

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!

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

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!!' "