Seriously--I can't find my damn keys. They've been missing since Wednesday. I've checked every pair of pants/shorts/slacks I've worn since then, and they are truly Missing In Action. I know that they're somewhere around the house, and most likely somewhere here in my room. But for the life of me, I can't find them anywhere. Luckily I keep a spare in my change jar, so I've been using that for the past two days--and I had an extra nifty keychain/flashlight that LV Dawn gave me this past March, just like the one I'd been using for the past two years that she gave me three March Madnesses ago. But I really would like to find my 'original' keychain--it's got a very handy bottle opener and cigar punch on it. If I don't find it, all I can do is wander around in the dark, unable to drink and smoke.
At least I can still drive.
Let's see... What's new in the world of Mikey? Well, the big news is that I will most likely be moving out of 'Reubens House' very soon--probably much sooner than I expected. It seems that Falcon Rob's lease is up in July, and he hates where he lives (coupled with a very long commute to work every day), and I've got a new roommate here at this place who I just cannot *stand*--he's a textbook example of a complete loser. He's the guy that replaced the flashback-havin' stoner, but given my experiences with this guy, I wish the stoner was back.
Anyhow, Rob and I have been talking and his current roommate and some of his roommate's friends were considering getting a house together, but they all want to live way the hell over on the west side of town. Since Rob and I work on the southeast side, and get along well, we figured we'd let them do their thing, and we'd get a place on our own over here closer to work. I'm mostly content with where I live--it's quiet, affordable, and for the most part a decent spot, but it's old, something is always in need of repair, and coupled with the fact that I really don't like one of the guys that lives here, I'm up for a change of scenery.
So we've been looking at some rental properties, and found a few worth investigating further. There's a condo down in Silverado Ranch (the great neighborhood I lived in when I first moved here--with the strippers) that seems to be very nice, affordable, and pretty much what we're looking for that I really like a lot, and hope we can get into it. We shall see. If it happens, it's likely to happen very fast, and I'll be spending my days off for the next couple of weeks packing and getting ready for the move.
I'd like to live in a nicer place, and I really like that area of town. Wish us luck.
Work has been crazy busy, at least for me lately. On Thursday night, I was stuck there until well past the bitter end, having been 'volunteered' to deal dice by my gal Denise who was sitting box on the last remaining open dice game at 2:00 am. So there I was, ripped from being perfectly content to deal $20 Pai Gow and scheduled to get the twenty-minute early out at 3:40 am. Then after just 40 minutes on the table, I was told to take a break at 2:00 am, and when I got back, I was to go take the Stick at the dice game.
Of course when I got there, it was the game from hell. Not a lot of players, but everyone of them was a Table Captain, prop-betting themselves into oblivion and seeing who could make the most annoying and complicated bets. And of course the game was crewed by a new girl who transferred over from Barbary Coast, and two of our worst dealers--a couple of Asian guys who don't speak or understand English very well, and then get flustered on a busy game. I truly had walked into the Dice Game from Hell. It was easily the longest two hours of my life, at least in recent memory.
And of course when I took my last break at 3:20, there was no breakfast available in the employee dining room--just the same leftover congealed shit that had been on the buffet line all night. To make matters worse and add to my already foul mood, when I got back, the previous stickman had been singing like Streisand, and every one of those moron players had a rack full of bullets, so the last twenty minutes of the night was like standing under a waterfall of chips, with all of the prop bets flying in. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Oh yeah, and Denise, who told me I should 'thank her for getting me out of Chinatown', got to go home at 3:30, leaving me there with basically no boxman for the last half hour while I've got about 15 prop bets going on every roll and two other dealers who can't speak English.
Good times. Good times all around.
But it wasn't all bad--I dropped a lot of tokes that night, and while dealing Pai Gow early on, there was a guy sitting there who I swear looked pretty familiar to me. He said the same thing to me, but he said he was from Minnesota, just out visiting. Well, we kept talking, and he said he used to live in Phoenix back in the day. We finally realized that we both used to work together for GoDaddy.com back when it was just a startup company and only had about 40 employees. That was five years ago, just before I moved to Nashville. Once we realized that, we spent the hour catching up and he filled me in on the various activities of all the geeks we used to work with. That made the hour go by much faster.
Last night (Friday) was a little better--Rapid Roulette closed down early, so I only had to do a two-hour shift on that table. It was actually pretty slow in the casino all night, compared to what it has been, but I was busy--I never seem to get the pleasure of a dead table when I'm dealing blackjack. And I swear every 'Wigger' in Henderson has to play at my table and annoy the hell out of me. Seriously kids, being white as Wonderbread but talking like you're a down home G straight outta Compton doesn't do anything but make you look like a complete dork and total asshat.
Of course I'd be lying if I didn't say that the highlight of my night was taking every last dime from them. Heh.
Homey got skillz.
After mowing down Malibu's Most Wanted, I got moved over to Crazy 4 Poker, and got to sit on my ass watching SportsCenter in the bar and flirting with the cocktail waitress because it was a dead game for the balance of my shift. At 3:00 am, they told me to close the table, and by 3:10 I was patiently waiting by the timeclock, with a half-hour E.O. and a full eight hours worth of tokes--Woot! I like to think it was payback for putting up with the crappy dice game the night before, and a bit of a reward for busting all the wannabe thugs on the $5 shoe.
Either way, it was nice to be one of the first ones out the door this morning.
But I'm home now, and I've got nothing on the agenda for the day except bacon, eggs, toast (with peanut butter!), and a pot of coffee. Oh, and maybe a trip to the alteration shop to pick up a pair of black pants that fell victim to the sharp edges of the Shufflemaster machine on the Let It Ride table last week. Luckily I was wearing my Elvis boxers at the time, and they protected me from getting a nasty cut--sparing me the humiliation of getting stitches in a place I'd rather not have them.
On second thought, at least I'd have an excuse for scratching down there...
With that visual fresh in your heads, I think I'll wrap it up. So that's all for now, kiddies. Y'all have a great weekend!
Mikey
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