Although I worked until the bitter end, I didn't go out after I left the casino last night. I really was tired, and although Steph called me around 3:30, I had to decline her offer. She was heading out to her new condo drop some stuff off anyways, so it would've been a pretty late night had we gone out. So I came home and went to bed, alone, again...
But in my haste to get out of work on Friday night and see her, I tossed my uniform shirt down to dry-cleaning chute without taking off my nametag first. So last night I had no nametag. Checking with the uniform room, they didn't have mine, but they had a whole bag of other ones to choose from. Unfortunately, there was no Michael, and of course my second choices were Leroy or Sid. No luck there, either. Most of the rest of the tags available featured names like Julio, Juan, or Hippolito, so I just settled on Gene.
And Gene was just giving away the money last night. In two hours on 3-Card Poker, I dealt five straight flushes and a three of a kind. It got so bad that I ran out of money in my rack and had to get an emergency fill. Of course I dropped my fair share of tokes in the box, and although it really helped, everyone else seemed to think it was another light night. Gas prices and tax season have really put the squeeze on Vegas lately, and it's reflected with our crummy tokes. I'll be interested to see what we made when I head back in tonight.
I was considering once again signing up for a couple of shifts out at Red Rock, but the word last night was that their tokes aren't very good either--their second full night was only $175 per dealer. Not worth the trip in my book, so I scratched my name off the list.
Anyhow, on Monday morning I'll have to head back into the casino during business hours to order a new nametag, and maybe this time I'll finally get that elusive 'Mikey' nametag. I ordered one back in November and never got it, even after checking back three times.
Today, however, I'm enjoying the afternoon watching the Cubs/Cardinals game on tv. Well, I'd probably be enjoying more if the Cards weren't down 4-0 at home and Maddux shutting us down with every pitch. Instead of ordering a pizza or something, I made a big salad with chopped ham, sun-dried tomatoes, greens, jalapenos, basil-flavored gourmet cheese, croutons, and honey dijon dressing. It's pretty damn good and I'm finishing it up just as I type this. I was feeling much too lazy to cook, so a salad sounded like a better idea.
After the game, I'll head outside to catch a little sun, but then I've got some reading and studying to do--there is actually a textbook for poker school, and I've got to take the final this week. Tomorrow, now that I think about it. It's amazing how many little details and rules there are to poker--blind rules, the 'completing the bet rule' when somebody goes all in, multiple sidepots, boxed cards, etc--there's a lot more to it than I ever imagined. Still, it's easier than dealing dice.
And hopefully more lucrative, too.
Mikey
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