Minimum Wage

That seven years of college must've paid off, because I'm happy to report that I'm no longer a stiff working for minimum wage. It was a good experience, and I take comfort in the fact that while I was earning that big $5.15 per hour from the casino, at least I didn't have to wear a hair net to go with my nametag.

But those days are over now.

Did I quit the dealing biz? Not hardly. But since I passed my one-year anniversary this week, and I'm a 'multi-game' dealer, I'm entitled to a whopper of a raise. Yep, I think now I'm pushing the envelope somewhere in the upper atmosphere of eight bucks or so... I'm not sure exactly how much it is yet, I'll find out next week, but it's an improvement--especially since I've been putting 14% into my 401k, plus buying $75 worth of company stock every paycheck--every little bit helps. Unfortunately, my share of tokes remains equal to everyone else's.

Speaking of money, the entire reason for this, besides maintaining the lifestyle to which I've become accustomed, is to one day be able to afford a 40-50 foot sailboat and head for the distant horizon. I absolutely love living in Las Vegas, but I'd give it up in a second.

And why would I do it? I've worked on writing a good reason in the past, but nobody explains it better than Fred.

Mikey