Down For The Count

Hey Gang!

I *really* wanted to post some more silliness early this morning, but I just couldn't do it. Yesterday was one of the longest days ever, and when I finally got home this morning, I crashed hard. I had to do a split shift, and for whatever reason, I had to end my day by working 10 1/2 hours!

And it was a very tough shift. At one point I pushed eight tables straight--that's four hours without a break. When I finally did get a chance to get up and stretch, I had less than 20 minutes to cash out, go to the bathroom, get a drink, and relax the brain. It was truly a grind yesterday. But no, I'm certainly not complaining--the money was fan-frickin-tastic--I pocketed almost five Benjamins, which made it my second best day ever, not counting that day the jackpot hit in the middle of the night when I was the only dealer in the joint for the following six hours.

When I got to work, the room was packed, and the games just wouldn't break all night long. Everyone was hanging on, just waiting for the jackpot to hit, but it never did. At one point I dealt a big hand--a gal got a royal flush, but nobody else in the pot had a qualifying loser hand. I wish I could remember all the stories and silliness that ensued last night, because when there is that much action, there are a lot of interesting things going on. But my brain is absolutely fried today.

Making it worse, once I finally got done with my shift, I had to stick around for another half hour filling out paperwork and reports for Security, as there were a couple of knuckleheads in there that got drunk and started chirping, so they got escorted off the property.

When I was finally free to go, I was almost too tired to move. I just sat at an empty table rubbing my eyes, not wanting to make the walk out to my truck. I was hungry, thirsty, and just plain wiped out. I eventually started shuffling off in the direction of the garage, contemplating stopping and getting some breakfast, but as hungry as I was, I just couldn't keep my eyes open. About halfway between the poker room and my truck, I ran into one of my gals (the one I dealt the Royal to about four hours earlier) sitting at a video Keno machine, so I sat down to join her for a few minutes. But I was fading fast, so the conversation was pretty lopsided.

Once I got to my truck, the thought of joining my friends at the bar for drinks and/or breakfast was just too much effort for me to contemplate, so I drove straight home. I took my shower and thought it would re-energize me enough to sit down at the keyboard and tell some stories, but nope, my brain had shut down. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow and my second foot got into the bed.

I just woke up a few minutes ago, but I've still got that dull ache behind my eyes that tells me I didn't get enough sleep. But I'm gonna get dressed and head over to see my gal Marcie for a bit, get some food in me, and then go to the bank to deposit my latest little windfall. After that, I'm gonna come home and throw a load of work clothes in the laundry, because if that jackpot hasn't hit while I was asleep, it's gonna be another long night. I may write another post or two, but the smart money has me back in my cave, hibernating until the phone rings.

Mikey