But I'm not complainin'. Much too soon it will pass and before you know it I'll be bitching about the heat.
I'm still up from my night at the casino, which was an odd one this time around. For the first four hours I didn't do a damn thing. My tables were dead, and I was only doing 40-minute rounds, so it made the night just drag by. But sometime after 11, they closed the tables I was on and put me on busy games, so it wore me out. Luckily I got the early push and was out the door by 2:30.
I came straight home, cleaned the bathroom (too lazy to do it yesterday), put in a load of laundry, took a hot-as-I-could-stand-it shower, put on some clean clothes, turned the iPod onto the Christmas playlist, poured myself a Coke (no rum, not in the mood), and crawled in bed with my square-headed girlfriend (her name is Toshiba) to surf for a couple of hours.
Anyhow, at work, I started the night stuck on shiatty games again--that god-awful Bonus Holdem game, and a $5 shoe blackjack game. After an hour of sitting on my ass doing nothing, one of the bosses came over, so I asked if she had a minute.
I reminded her that I'm one of the 'producers' when it comes to tokes, and if I'm sitting on games that get no action, I'm just wasting my time and it's hurting the rest of my co-workers. I also told her that I was sick of being put on that crappy-ass Bonus Holdem game every night anyways, and not dropping any money in the toke box was just adding insult to injury.
She agreed, and she said that she'd look into getting me onto some new games next week, which will improve my outlook considerably. Of course, before I left for the night, I checked tomorrow's roadmap to see what games I'd be dealing, and wouldn't ya know it, they forgot to assign me to any tables. Doh! Oh well, I'm sure somebody will call in sick and I'll reprise my role as the middle reliever. At least on Sunday I know I'm scheduled on dice all night, so that'll be a nice change of pace. I'd hate to deal dice every night to the same local fleas we've got that come in all the time, but once a week or so is a great break from Chinatown.
As far as the night in the casino goes, it was pretty mellow. When I finally got some action, it was mostly at the blackjack tables, although I managed to squeeze 40 minutes of Pai Gow in at one point. I guess the highlight of my night is that I took about $1600 off of this foul-mouthed drunken Asian chick who couldn't understand that it just wasn't her night to win. I kicked her ass all night long, like Vezzini from The Princess Bride did to Clark Griswold, and she just wouldn't throw in the towel. She kept going to the ATM, and I kept kicking the ever lovin' shiat out of her bankroll. Now, early on, I was rooting for her, as she'd tip me a fiver ever few hands. But once the cards got cold, she got nasty and abusive, so it was my sublime privilege to bust her. Even the other players at the table kept telling her to leave, that she couldn't beat me, but she kept trying.
What made it even worse is that as soon as she'd get up to go to the ATM, or cage, or wherever she went to get more cash, everyone else at the table would start pulling blackjacks and I'd start busting. It was uncanny--it's like somebody hit a switch and the mood of the table would improve instantly. But invariably, she'd come back, bringing her bad karma and raincloud of sorry luck with her, and the party would end...
Two hands in a row, she had a pair of face cards for a twenty, and I pulled a 7-card 21 to beat her. Every time she doubled down, she'd get a low card and I'd make a hand. It was ugly. Another time I dealt her an 18, but the other four players at the table all had 20s. Damn straight I turned over a 19! But she kept getting nastier and nastier (they finally cut her off from the booze), and by the time I left, she was down to about fifty bucks. Heh. Had I stayed all the way till 3:00 am, she would've been pawning her jewelry and auctioning one of her kidneys to stay in the game. Can you say Degenerate, boys and girls?
Now, clear at the other end of the spectrum, when I was at the Pai Gow table, on one hand, I dealt a Royal Flush (a 150-1 payoff!), and on the very NEXT hand, I dealt TWO four-of-a-kinds to players who were sitting right next to each other. I thought the shift boss, who was standing right behind me at the time, was going to shiat. The only thing she said to me was "Are you feeling ok Mikey?".
I'm guessing you won't find me sitting behind a Pai Gow table tonight, that's for sure.
Anyhow, it's getting late, and the sun is gonna come up soon, so I better wrap this up. I want to be fast asleep in my dark cocoon before the sun makes an appearance, or else I won't catch any quality shut-eye. Then I'll be tired all day and grumpy at work tonight, and that just won't do.
Y'all have a good one.
Mikey
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