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.
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Getting away from any dead-end is good even if it involves a detour to a remote Indian casino.
This tapping in a different employee to 'cool' a hot shooter is just superstition on the part of the casino, isn't it. They don't actually think its going to have any effect, do they?
yes the house is just as superstitious as most players can be!
silly isnt it!
Suspension of belief:
I imagine a superstition is simply a continuation of the illogical behavior of taking the short end of the stick. Gamblers must be programmed to be superstitious! I'd never be so logically deficient in other areas of life.
I recall having made a bet for dealers at a table where that was rather rare and having backed it up with odds as well. The dealer said "I really need that six to roll" and to this day I blame her having made that comment for having caused that seven to roll instead. If a player has been obnoxiously loud, I will go on the Don'ts as the dice come to him. I would never be that illogical in Real Life!
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