Wiped Out

Good Lord, what a horrible night at work. I was stuck on the worst dice table in the pit for eight looooong hours. Just a bunch of moron players all night long. As one of the other dealers said around 2 am this morning, we were hosting a cocksucker convention on our dice table. And not only that, we were just singing on the stick--nobody would seven out, so we couldn't get rid of any of the idiots until after 3 o'clock this morning. It was a complete workout--I spent so much time bent over the table making payouts that my calfs are sore. It felt like I spent eight hours in the gym, with the extra bonus being surrounded by complete jerkoffs the entire time.

I remember several hours into our evening, the shooter had rolled 4 as the point. He kept rolling numbers and all of the annoying prop bettors kept getting paid off, so the stickman looked at me and said At this point, the only four I wanna see is the one with 'a.m.' after it...

The only bright spot is that I think we made big money last night--I dropped several dealer bets that paid off for over a hundred bucks each time, and the other pit dealers said we made some good money--the tokes have been good this week. At least it's over, but I'm on dice again tonight. Hopefully the drunks and jackasses from last night will take the evening off.

When I finally got tapped out for the last time, I dragged myself to the parking garage and made my way directly to bed--too tired to even stop at the fridge and get a bottle of juice I was craving. I may have been running a bit of a sleep deficit anyways, after all of the buffoonery of last week, so after last night's workout I slept for nine hours straight.

However, once I got home and went to bed, I turned the TV on to Sportscenter to catch the highlights from the basketball game, and I saw the score from the women's team at Chico State go crawling across the bottom of the screen. And I thought to myself--Gee, I haven't heard from Stephanie or Emily in like three weeks (Emily is a Chico State grad, so that's what reminded me), figuring that they found some new boys to hang out with.

And I swear not thirty seconds later my cell phone was ringing, and it was Stephanie. How's that for a coincidence??? She was driving home and wanted to know what I was doing--apparently she was up for some late-night silliness. She could tell however, that I was wiped out, and she was already close to home (we live in different directions from the casino), so instead of going to get some breakfast or whatnot, we decided to do it another time. Turns out that she got a new job that's been keeping her busy lately, too. She now works at Pure nightclub at Caesars, so she doesn't get out of work until the wee hours, either.

I'm supposed to call her tonight, and hopefully next weekend we can get together. Just the way our schedules are right now, it looks like late Sunday nights are going to be our only chances to hang out. But it was great to hear from her again--and I fell asleep in a much better mood.

But I'm awake now, and I've got about five hours until I have to be back at the table. Hopefully tonight's shift is an improvement over last night.

Mikey

PS. Duke sucks. Adding to an already wonderful night, they lost last night and killed my bracket. Dirtbags.