Thursday, January 15, 2009

I Got No Crackers!

So, I'm zombie-ing my way through my day again, and I just got home from the casino for the second time just a little while ago.

The meeting went well, nothing really new and earth-shattering as far as news or procedures go, but I have to admit that the longer I work there, the more I like working for my boss. Even though I'm the lowest toad on the roster, I feel like she's looking out for me and trying to improve my lot. So I can't really complain too much right now, especially in these trying times. I should be happy that I even have a job right now, because things are tough all over the neon playground.

But my shift may be changing for the better. I'm normally scheduled from 1:00 am until 9:00 am, but everyone knows that's not reality--I never work past 7:00 am. The room is either dead by then, or if there is any action, it's just one game and another dealer comes in at seven anyways, so I'm always sent home. (My weekly total hours are a joke). But on the other hand, they've been calling me in early more often than not, so the boss is looking at starting my shift earlier. That would be awesome. If I were scheduled at 11:00 pm instead of 1:00 am, I'd easily put an extra fifty bucks in my pocket each shift, and I'd get more sleep, too, by not waking up to the phone ringing every night wanting me to come in early.

Anyhow, I was out of the meeting after less than an hour, and I stopped by the book to talk to my gal Lori before heading home--I hadn't seen her in a couple of weeks, so I used the excuse of picking up the prop sheets for this weekend's games as a reason to lurk around the book and get a drink.

On the way home, the fuel light came on in my truck, so it was time to fill the tank. My last couple of fill-ups cost me $1.69 per gallon, but the prices keep rising. I figure we'll be back over two bucks pretty soon, so I was happy to squeeze in all I could at $1.89.

I considered stopping for some Chinese food for dinner before heading home, but I just wasn't hungry enough, and I'm totally pinching the pennies for a couple of weeks anyways. But once I got home, there was a surprise waiting for me on the entryway table. Mr. UPS man had brought some more goodies, this time from Hickory Farms.

Apparently, Hickory Farms is clearing out the leftovers from the holiday warehouse, and everything is 75% off right now. So Dougie hooked a brotha up and sent me a box o' meat. And cheese! I was tempted to dig right in, but then I realized that I have no crackers. Gotta have crackers with my meat and cheese, right?

So I guess it'll have to wait until after my shift tonight. I'll stop at the store on the way home.

But if anyone is interested, get over to their website and buy yourself some serious munchies for the Super Bowl or whatnot. I mean, who doesn't love the Beefstick with that sweet-hot mustard? And it's so frickin' cheap right now! I think that box that I got is regularly around forty bucks, but it's on sale right now for less than ten.

I was telling Dougie that about 23 years ago, I worked part time in a Hickory Farms store for about a year. Back then, once stuff came within a week of the expiration date, they tossed it. (But cured meats and cheese seem to last forever, so we never figured out how they came up with the dates) And by 'tossing' it, I mean, they set it out for samples or just gave it to their employees. It was just me and a couple of old ladies who'd been working there forever, so every week they'd send me home with a bag of 'groceries', which my dad & stepmom, plus my buddies, benefitted from.

Also, if anyone has family or close friends on deployment with the military, not only is the stuff on sale at ridiculous prices, but they'll ship it free to APO/FPO addresses. So get after it!

Anyhow, that's the news for the day here. I might watch a movie and then take a catnap, but it looks like another good shift is on the agenda for me tonight.

Tomorrow I'm having lunch at Grimaldi's with my reader/neighbor Rick, and then I'm gonna try and get about 10 hours of sleep in. I have to be up at Texas Station at 7:00 am on Saturday to deal a huge tournament that lasts all weekend. I'm not looking forward to that at all--one of the gals I work with told me that last year they got about $3 per down. Ugh! Just to put it into perspective, whenever I work a tourney in my home poker room, we usually get between $15-$25 per down. Brothaman is gonna be slavin' away for minimum wage all weekend, and to make it worse, I'll be doing it in the ghetto of North Las Vegas.

So after my shift tonight, I'm gonna try one more time to win the Megabucks jackpot (almost 16 million as I type this), just so I won't have to drive up and deal that lousy tournament this weekend.

Wish me luck!


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