Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Forcing Myself to Write Something. Anything.

Hey gang... Sorry I haven't been posting for the past couple of days, but I'm glad y'all were concerned (Hoopswife!). But Sunday was spend dozing in front of the football games, then I spent the evening dealing dice, which always wears my ass out, especially dealing with the strokers that call my casino home. So Monday, instead of coming up with something to write about, I slept late, battled a moderate case of writer's block, and then headed back to work for a few more hours of frustration. Yeah, it was dead again last night, except for our usual die-hard fleas who had no place else to go.

I think I'm to the point where I'm looking forward to quitting my job. I was hoping to hold out until next May, but I don't think I'm going to make it that long. It is starting to suck so bad there that it puts me in a bad mood almost every day, which isn't good for my mental or physical health. I've got a few irons in the fire right now, but nothing really solid as of yet. But I'm looking. And I'm almost to the point of spending my days off lurking in poker rooms around town dressed in my black & whites, with a copy of my ten-year employment history in hand, just hoping to catch a cardroom manager with a free moment. And I've taken the *huge* step of deciding that if somebody wants to hire me on swing shift, even if it's on extra-board, I'll take it. Hell, I'm already broke, what difference would it make?

Can you tell I'm just about at the end of my rope with my current situation?

Anyhow. I'm sure it's no fun to read about me constantly bitching about my job, so I'll stop. At least until Friday.

So last night, it was my 'Friday', so I took off a bit early because we just didn't have enough players in the casino (Chinatown had EIGHT games open, and only four players by 9 pm). I don't know why, but I was exhausted. It certainly wasn't from working hard. So as soon as I got home, I checked in with the buffoons in the chatroom at T2V for a few minutes, then hit the bed, hard. I slept for a good solid four hours, woke up, watched an hour of Mike & Mike on ESPN, then made a pot of coffee.

I sat down at the computer with the best intentions of writing an interesting update, but the muse just wasn't singing, so I stared at a blank screen for almost a half hour before deciding to download some music. I'm working on putting together the ultimate party collection for my iPod so that we can have about four or five hours of non-stop non-repeating music next March during Angy's suite party at the Madness (She brings her iPod with a small selection of disco hits, but I know she hasn't added anything to it in over a year--but granted, she *is* a busy woman). Anyhow, on Limewire, once I find a song I want and see that it's downloading at a pretty high rate, I 'browse' that host's files for new songs, and usually find a few more. That seems to perpetuate itself and I ended up spending almost four hours working on my music files. Of course, I thought of some other songs I already had on CD, and spent some time ripping them to my hard drive, too.

Before I knew it, it was almost 10 am--I'd been sitting here at my desk for almost six hours working on music. But I'm proud of my collection. It's not finished yet, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it's getting there.

Just as I was finishing up, I got the first phone call from the cruise crowd--the family had gotten back to Ft. Lauderdale safely, and were sitting in the airport waiting for the flight back to Nashville. And I have to admit, as bad as I felt for not being able to go, it sure sounds like I picked the right cruise to miss. Apparently, Princess had booked 500 gay men on a 'retreat' on this particular cruise, without disclosing it to other travelers, so it made for an interesting week. Mamasan said she didn't get in the pool or jacuzzi once the entire ten days because they'd taken over, with plenty of lewd behavior on display.

Word around the campfire is that 'Letters will be written"...

Heh. Kinda glad I missed that one.

Next year. Working in the casino biz might keep me from going home for the holidays, but I'll be damned if I go another year without taking a cruise vacation. I've already found one I'm interested in -- 8 days to the Mexican Riviera leaving out of San Diego. Yeah, I know, I love the Caribbean, but I can drive to San Diego, and not have to add two additional travel days to my vacation getting to Florida and back like I would with a long Caribbean cruise. Besides, I've already done five cruises in the Caribbean, not once have I been to the Mexican Riviera.

Let's just hope that the seagoing Village People choose a different itinerary.

Mikey

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