For those of you who have never played Strat-O-Matic football it is essentially a more dorky fantasy football based off of previous seasons instead of the current season.
Strat-O-Matic (the company) does lots of research and comes out with a set of cards every year to represent the NFL teams (they also do this for Baseball - their most popular game - Hockey and Basketball as well).
It is a card and dice based game with a good amount of strategy that keeps the game fun. There are flaws, but for the most part I really love the game.
I started playing during my college years when the league was a face-to-face league and that version of the game/league was by far my favorite game ever played. Doing F2F you are able to create rules to suit yourself/league and of course there is the addition of staring down your opponent and trying to out play/coach them. It's very akin to poker in that regards and I feel that if you are good at poker you actually have a good advantage playing Strat Football as well - it's all about reading people and their tendencies. Pick up on their tells and you will have an advantage (though you still have to succumb to random chance, the luck of the die and some other things as well).
After moving to Vegas the league ended up becoming a computer league because it was getting too hard for people to travel back and forth to play games (people lived in New York, Ohio, Pennsylvania and Indiana). So the league evolved for everyone to keep in touch and I dropped out for a few years.
I ended up getting back into the league and my second season back is coming to an end.
The first year, the team I took over for, was pretty crappy and I was in the bottom 3rd. However through a couple trades and draft picks and the power of Tom Brady my team is currently middle of the road and has a small possibility to squeeze into the last playoff spot (2 games to go). Next year is going to be pretty bad other than Tom Brady though - but we'll get to that after trades and the draft is over.
Since my entire world revolves around Google, I have been using Google sites to build my teams web page.
I'm hoping to have it complete by the time the next season rolls around. It's nothing fancy but it will work for what I want to use it for. I don't think I particularly like Google Sites as my web builder of choice but it made it easy for me to just grab a template and start editing it as I saw fit.
It's probably been a decade since I have played with building a real website and using HTML and all that jazz and I know a ton has changed so I just didn't feel like diving into that and re-learning currently. I'll probably get to that down the road when I feel like I have more time.
So, feel free to check out my crappy little site and look at the Las Vegas Scumdogs football team.
scumdogs.grrouchie.com
I'm working on a Logo Still - probably same guy that did my grrouchie logo.
I've got the offensive stats updated but nothing defensively yet.
I also do not have anything from the previous year up yet.
I'm hoping to do a post either before or after each game and continue to evolve the scumdogs site to something a bit better.
Either way - have at it.
Tell me what you like, what you don't like and make sure to call me a pansy for using something crappy like Google Sites instead of just using code and designing the bloody thing myself!
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Heart to Heart
Kind of random and out of the blue but I ended up having a really good conversation with my store manager today. It started as she believes that I am going to be leaving the company in the near future.
I assured her that this is not my intention and not in my immediate future plans.
She asked me what my plans/goals were and I spilled them out to her ending exactly at the same spot that they did when I first interviewed with her 3 years ago.
She asked me why I didn't put in for the last job that posted and basically hinted that I probably would have gotten it and from there I explained to her that I didn't want to take on a position that I have not had before (overseeing departments that I haven't worked) with the amount of stress in my life because of my irrational fears that I would somehow mess things up and hurt my current career path because of the amount of stress I am under that does not involve my current work environment.
It was a good 20-30 minute talk (that probably ran me into overtime for the week) to let her know how I feel and where I am coming from.
I also convinced her to let me to come in on Saturday or Sunday for a couple of hours to get caught up so that come Monday I'm not horribly backlogged.
I will take all of this and lead into a conversation with her about getting promoted in my current department as I really love my schedule but hate my bonuses.
Also, they are bringing in a full time person to help out in the office which will make my life so much easier and less stress free.
Now if there were only a way to get rid of my non work related stress!
I assured her that this is not my intention and not in my immediate future plans.
She asked me what my plans/goals were and I spilled them out to her ending exactly at the same spot that they did when I first interviewed with her 3 years ago.
She asked me why I didn't put in for the last job that posted and basically hinted that I probably would have gotten it and from there I explained to her that I didn't want to take on a position that I have not had before (overseeing departments that I haven't worked) with the amount of stress in my life because of my irrational fears that I would somehow mess things up and hurt my current career path because of the amount of stress I am under that does not involve my current work environment.
It was a good 20-30 minute talk (that probably ran me into overtime for the week) to let her know how I feel and where I am coming from.
I also convinced her to let me to come in on Saturday or Sunday for a couple of hours to get caught up so that come Monday I'm not horribly backlogged.
I will take all of this and lead into a conversation with her about getting promoted in my current department as I really love my schedule but hate my bonuses.
Also, they are bringing in a full time person to help out in the office which will make my life so much easier and less stress free.
Now if there were only a way to get rid of my non work related stress!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
As The Debt Winds Down
*EDIT*
---I cannot control how people make me look elsewhere, but I can control how people attempt to make me look on my own blog and thus, unfortunately, I am turning to having to moderate comments before they become posted. ---
I know that my non poker posts don't get many hits compared to when I actually talk about poker, but whatever.
Maybe by the time next year rolls around I'll actually be able to get out on a more regular basis and at least be able to come at y'all once a week with an actual poker post. However, until that time it's all random all the time.
Today is kind of debt-centric.
Of course, I have had the minor setback of the $6300 oil change which I started detailing here. However, even that is just a minor setback at this point.
The funny thing is that other than my initial annoyance I really haven't let that get me down. I reacted to it well and am of the opinion that even if I cannot get the guy or company to pay for the damaged that was caused I can live with that and have no ill will. I truly am trying to turn over a new leaf and look at life differently and I think that the biggest determining factor is the fact that I am so close to being out of debt that adding a little bit more temporarily doesn't sent me into a panic and depression and an "Oh shit, how am I going to afford this" like it used to.
No, now I look at it as a "shit happens" type of scenario that I will overcome and learn from. This is a totally different grrouch than the past and I am thankful for it.
I am also trying to turn over some other new leaves in my life. I am trying to be more patient and nicer in general. I am trying to be less rude and offensive (towards other people). I'm still going to be rude and I'm still going to make my jokes but I am going to go back to making them focused on me. Self Deprecating humor is pretty much the best shit there is anyways and I can say whatever I want and others won't take offense because the joke is on me and not on them. This will take time, but I'm working on it - one insult at a time.
In this section here I wrote and deleted 2-3 paragraphs worth of words about 7 times.
I guess that means that whatever I was trying to express I should keep to myself or that I just haven't found the right words to put it into proper perspective. I am unsure of which is the correct answer though.
It's going to take a while but I should turn it into it's own separate post. This is one of those few ideas that I need to figure out a way to flesh out and let it become whatever it needs to become.
It's about mortality and relationships.
Of course, I could just fall asleep tonight and wake up never thinking about it again which would be easier :)
Speaking of which - I'm really tired for some reason. I think it has to do with having to be in a long boring meeting for 8 hours. I do not miss the classroom setting!
*Right before posting* This post was less debt-centric than I had planned - but I don't want to delete the whole thing and not have something to post!
Stay Thirsty My Friends
---I cannot control how people make me look elsewhere, but I can control how people attempt to make me look on my own blog and thus, unfortunately, I am turning to having to moderate comments before they become posted. ---
I know that my non poker posts don't get many hits compared to when I actually talk about poker, but whatever.
Maybe by the time next year rolls around I'll actually be able to get out on a more regular basis and at least be able to come at y'all once a week with an actual poker post. However, until that time it's all random all the time.
Today is kind of debt-centric.
Of course, I have had the minor setback of the $6300 oil change which I started detailing here. However, even that is just a minor setback at this point.
The funny thing is that other than my initial annoyance I really haven't let that get me down. I reacted to it well and am of the opinion that even if I cannot get the guy or company to pay for the damaged that was caused I can live with that and have no ill will. I truly am trying to turn over a new leaf and look at life differently and I think that the biggest determining factor is the fact that I am so close to being out of debt that adding a little bit more temporarily doesn't sent me into a panic and depression and an "Oh shit, how am I going to afford this" like it used to.
No, now I look at it as a "shit happens" type of scenario that I will overcome and learn from. This is a totally different grrouch than the past and I am thankful for it.
I am also trying to turn over some other new leaves in my life. I am trying to be more patient and nicer in general. I am trying to be less rude and offensive (towards other people). I'm still going to be rude and I'm still going to make my jokes but I am going to go back to making them focused on me. Self Deprecating humor is pretty much the best shit there is anyways and I can say whatever I want and others won't take offense because the joke is on me and not on them. This will take time, but I'm working on it - one insult at a time.
In this section here I wrote and deleted 2-3 paragraphs worth of words about 7 times.
I guess that means that whatever I was trying to express I should keep to myself or that I just haven't found the right words to put it into proper perspective. I am unsure of which is the correct answer though.
It's going to take a while but I should turn it into it's own separate post. This is one of those few ideas that I need to figure out a way to flesh out and let it become whatever it needs to become.
It's about mortality and relationships.
Of course, I could just fall asleep tonight and wake up never thinking about it again which would be easier :)
Speaking of which - I'm really tired for some reason. I think it has to do with having to be in a long boring meeting for 8 hours. I do not miss the classroom setting!
*Right before posting* This post was less debt-centric than I had planned - but I don't want to delete the whole thing and not have something to post!
Stay Thirsty My Friends
83 Year old Corpse Holds the Secrets to the Universe
All praise be to Allah or whomever you wish to praise on this miracle of mornings.
A part time gynecologist has determined that while peeling back layer upon layer of skin from the corpse of an 83 year old's vagina that he has found this magical G-spot that makes women act the fool and lose control of themselves for a few moments.
Yes, you read that right (and if you have used Google as much as I have in the past hour or so you would have read that right a few hundred times).
This man flew to another country where it's perfectly acceptable to discect dead vagina's so that he could study it and look for the G-spot.
This just goes to prove that gyno's are made differently than most because I for one am perfectly happy looking for the G-spot in a 20 something year old's without having to actually remove flesh (you know, unless I didn't clip my nails properly that particular day). And I can do this all from the comfort of my own country, wherever I happen to be at that moment!
A part time gynecologist has determined that while peeling back layer upon layer of skin from the corpse of an 83 year old's vagina that he has found this magical G-spot that makes women act the fool and lose control of themselves for a few moments.
Yes, you read that right (and if you have used Google as much as I have in the past hour or so you would have read that right a few hundred times).
This man flew to another country where it's perfectly acceptable to discect dead vagina's so that he could study it and look for the G-spot.
This just goes to prove that gyno's are made differently than most because I for one am perfectly happy looking for the G-spot in a 20 something year old's without having to actually remove flesh (you know, unless I didn't clip my nails properly that particular day). And I can do this all from the comfort of my own country, wherever I happen to be at that moment!
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
A Hodge Podge Post
Played another session with Rob when I heard that Stump was out and playing as well. I figure'd that I had nothing better to do so I headed down and joined their game as soon as a seat was open.
First thing I noticed was that at another table there was a guy playing with his dog in his lap. That is not a mistake - he had his poodle in his lap the entire time and had evidently been playing a long time as it was no longer a shock to people.
Getting to the table Rob introduced me to Stump (and really, I'm saying Stump because right now names are avoiding me. I think it's Chris but I'm not 100% sure and I'm really not feeling the whole "go look it up really quick and then come back and keep typing." I just want to roll with it, yo). It might be Stumpy, it might be PBnJ - I do know that his avatar is the Houston Texans avatar and that makes him less likely to succeed :)
Upon sitting at the table I played one of the more uneventful sessions I have ever played. I ended up losing half my stack over the course of 3-4 hours and with the fact that I never really hit a flop I'm pretty happy that I only lost half my stack.
I raised a good amount but the flop was always opposite. If I raised garbage the flop came out AKT and if I raised KQs the flop came out 9 high. However, I was able to win enough pots through continuation bets or just randomly stealing them when no one else wanted them to keep myself afloat.
I did lose about 30 or so bucks when I called a guys push with 72 and my middle pair was no match for his top pair. In my defense I raised that hand and got a caller when the short stack pushed all his chips in. So, I made a big raise to get everyone else out as I figure'd that my two cards were live against his "big cards." What ended up being amusing, to me, was that he pushed with 85s instead of some random A or K. Either way, his hand held and I lost a few chips.
Of course, I wanted to use that image to my advantage but I never got any great hands and I never really hit enough of a flop to get paid off. In fact, over the course of the entire session I didn't even see one single pocket pair. I had AK once, AQ twice and AJ 33 million times.
Of course, If it has not been written yet you'll all get to look forward to Rob telling the tail of a great hand he played where he went up against Ace Jack.
This same hand, about 40 minutes later, got Rob to utter a phrase so out of character for him that I can't remember it but I thought it was funny as hell (I was sleepy when he said it and I'm now sleepy almost 24 hours later. Hopefully Rob remembers).
Upon leaving the poker room to go home I walked by the table games where I watched an amazingly attractive hooker lead a young black gent to a private area where they could talk without interruption. At that point I was standing about 30 feet away and I leaned up against the wall and started texting Rob about how I actually spotted one. I watched for about 2 minutes or so hoping to see them strike a deal and wonder off to commit sins and pass around STD's but it was too long of a negotiation for my patience. I needed sleep and I needed it immediately.
Jump forward 15 hours or so for this next random tale that doesn't fit in with anything else I have said above.
I was driving home from work and stopped at the intersection of Rainbow and Charleston when I saw one of those sign guys doing that spinning thing they do so well. Some white guy walks up to him and Sign Guy drops his sign to shake his hand and then put something in his pocket.
After about 30 seconds of conversation Sign Guy puts his hand back in his pocket and when it emerges he is palming what looks like a small bag of cocaine, they shake hands again and Random White Guy puts his hand into his pocket quickly and brings it back out empty. He walks away and Sign Guy picks his sign back up and starts waving it around while walking away from the area to a better location.
Good times.
Now, I'm tired and once again Must Sleep Immediately!
I just got back from some weird kids park that involved sand, water, Dinosaurs, slides and ducks or something. I dunno - maybe it was the acid.
First thing I noticed was that at another table there was a guy playing with his dog in his lap. That is not a mistake - he had his poodle in his lap the entire time and had evidently been playing a long time as it was no longer a shock to people.
Getting to the table Rob introduced me to Stump (and really, I'm saying Stump because right now names are avoiding me. I think it's Chris but I'm not 100% sure and I'm really not feeling the whole "go look it up really quick and then come back and keep typing." I just want to roll with it, yo). It might be Stumpy, it might be PBnJ - I do know that his avatar is the Houston Texans avatar and that makes him less likely to succeed :)
Upon sitting at the table I played one of the more uneventful sessions I have ever played. I ended up losing half my stack over the course of 3-4 hours and with the fact that I never really hit a flop I'm pretty happy that I only lost half my stack.
I raised a good amount but the flop was always opposite. If I raised garbage the flop came out AKT and if I raised KQs the flop came out 9 high. However, I was able to win enough pots through continuation bets or just randomly stealing them when no one else wanted them to keep myself afloat.
I did lose about 30 or so bucks when I called a guys push with 72 and my middle pair was no match for his top pair. In my defense I raised that hand and got a caller when the short stack pushed all his chips in. So, I made a big raise to get everyone else out as I figure'd that my two cards were live against his "big cards." What ended up being amusing, to me, was that he pushed with 85s instead of some random A or K. Either way, his hand held and I lost a few chips.
Of course, I wanted to use that image to my advantage but I never got any great hands and I never really hit enough of a flop to get paid off. In fact, over the course of the entire session I didn't even see one single pocket pair. I had AK once, AQ twice and AJ 33 million times.
Of course, If it has not been written yet you'll all get to look forward to Rob telling the tail of a great hand he played where he went up against Ace Jack.
This same hand, about 40 minutes later, got Rob to utter a phrase so out of character for him that I can't remember it but I thought it was funny as hell (I was sleepy when he said it and I'm now sleepy almost 24 hours later. Hopefully Rob remembers).
Upon leaving the poker room to go home I walked by the table games where I watched an amazingly attractive hooker lead a young black gent to a private area where they could talk without interruption. At that point I was standing about 30 feet away and I leaned up against the wall and started texting Rob about how I actually spotted one. I watched for about 2 minutes or so hoping to see them strike a deal and wonder off to commit sins and pass around STD's but it was too long of a negotiation for my patience. I needed sleep and I needed it immediately.
Jump forward 15 hours or so for this next random tale that doesn't fit in with anything else I have said above.
I was driving home from work and stopped at the intersection of Rainbow and Charleston when I saw one of those sign guys doing that spinning thing they do so well. Some white guy walks up to him and Sign Guy drops his sign to shake his hand and then put something in his pocket.
After about 30 seconds of conversation Sign Guy puts his hand back in his pocket and when it emerges he is palming what looks like a small bag of cocaine, they shake hands again and Random White Guy puts his hand into his pocket quickly and brings it back out empty. He walks away and Sign Guy picks his sign back up and starts waving it around while walking away from the area to a better location.
Good times.
Now, I'm tired and once again Must Sleep Immediately!
I just got back from some weird kids park that involved sand, water, Dinosaurs, slides and ducks or something. I dunno - maybe it was the acid.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Blogger Poker (Pt 2)
As Poker Grump said several times during our session "Poker is easy."
And yes, it certainly is when you are being run over by the deck.
In the 1st Installment of last nights tomfoolery I covered most everything except the actual poker itself. And, since at one point I used to claim that this is/was a Poker Blog I figure that I at least owe it to myself to blog about poker when I get around to playing some.
However, because I'm easily side tracked, I'd like to share a short story before I get to the actual poker.
I discovered, after being made fun of by my trio of cohorts, that there is a bathroom much closer than the one I'm used to hitting up. They all pointed and said "You know, with a casino as big as this there are bound to be more than one bathroom." So, next time I had to talk to a man about a horse I made my way over to this new found pissing spot to enjoy the "more comfortable" accommodations.
While doing what it was that I came to do and making erotic faces (don't we all?) I got to overhear the end of a conversation from two buddies who enjoy pissing together. As the one finished he started making sure everything was tucked back into place and turned to his buddy and said "You know, I'm not washing my hands this time" to which his buddy replied "Well me neither."
Then they left the room, comments fulfilled.
This was humorous to me mainly because this is a conversation that I have never had, nor ever thought about having with friends. If I choose to not wash my hands I don't feel the need to announce it in advance to anyone, let alone a room full of total strangers with dick in hand.
And, the fact that his buddy thought it was a good enough of an idea to go along with perplexes me. This, to me, is the perfect time to rip your buddy a new asshole and try to embarrass him.
Now, for what you all came for.
Upon arriving at the casino I was immediately seated at table 6 and requested my table change to follow "that old man right there."
Rob got called for his table change and I was taking his seat. Not too long later my wish was granted and I'm now sitting at a table with two people I am familiar with and who I know I'll have a good evening talking to.
My goal was to play tight and try to not get involved in too many pots. I only brought one buy-in and I really wanted to last at least until the Grump showed up (he was taking his time to photograph the eclipse).
So, all of that goes out the window when I see my first hand is QQ (1st of many times for the evening) and I raise it up to $17 I believe. No callers but Rob made sure to grumble about me raising (after he limped I believe) so I made my typical comment about "Doesn't everyone raise their first hand" to which he replied "Well, you sure as hell do."
After the fold around I showed my hand and said "Sometimes I even have a hand when I raise" or something to similar effect.
The night picked up quickly as I called a small raise with 88 and 5 or so people went to the flop. The flop came out a beautiful J83 with two spades. (I feel horrible here because I don't remember 100% exact details). I believe that Prudence put out a bet which I think got a caller. When it got to me I decided that 1) the board was too draw heavy and 2)I want to let Prudence know where I stand so I 3) raised. I believe that Guy X called the raise and then Prudence pushed. It folded to me and I announced that I have no choice but to call which but a look of dread on the face of Dear Prudence.
Guy X was not very happy about this situation and folded. It appears as though everyone and their mother hit this flop and sadly it was Prudence and I who hit the hardest.
I flipped over my middle set and she showed her top 2. Guy x claimed to have J9 of spades (which would have gotten there on the turn) and another guy said he had AJ.
My hand holds up and Prudence announces that she will be gunning for me.
Not too long after this my favorite dealer comes to the table. Tall, bald and good personality. He gives Prudence some cough drops and I let him know he needs to share. Next thing I know I've got two beside my chips and I'm a happy camper.
Kirk settles in and deals me 8-4 of spades in the big blind and I check when a lot of people limp. The flop comes out all goddamned pretty with a 4, a second 4 and then finally and 8. Yes, the grrouch flopped himself a boat.
I checked and either Random person bet and Rob raised or Rob bet - I don't remember. I must be getting old. It got back to me and I raised and Rob called. I was not quite happy about this.
The turn came out something to which I paid no attention to and so I put out a hefty bet. Rob thought about it and I told him that he just needed to go away because my next bet, on the river, was all in no matter what fell next.
Prudence looked at the board and had flashbacks of the nasty 8's that I held against her and gave me a look. I shrugged like "yeah, I've got it" and Rob finally called.
The River was shown and I pushed much like I said I was going to expecting Rob to just go away after my HUGE sign of strength (the betting, the talking, the basically stating out loud I hit harder than you did buddy) and I showed my boat. Rob flipped over his trips as well and I do understand that it's bloody difficult to get away from that hand.
Less than 30 minutes and a triple up - sadly all off of my friends and basically none off of anyone else.
However, my main happiness was that I knew was going to book a winning session and I could just play tight and wait for hands and just talk and have fun.
Whatever - shit doesn't go down like that.
I was dealt about 30 pocket pairs all night long, I saw a ton of flops with them and I hit a few sets.
The rest of my night was similar and I avoided big losses against an over pair and against flopped quads (where the guy checked every street to me).
I hit 4 total sets and stacked two people.
I flopped a boat and stacked someone.
I turned a boat and stacked someone.
And I won a bunch of other random pots where I didn't get the opportunity to stack people.
During the evening we had one had that was raised to $7 either UTG or UTG+1 and everyone at our table called it and I think 4 people from other tables called it as well. It got to Rob in the big blind and I told him that pot odds dictates he has to make this call. he agonized for some reason and eventually folded and I told him that I couldn't want to get home so that I could make fun of him.
Of course the flop comes out and he grimaces like he would have nailed it and tripled up or whatever so I made sure to let him know was only $5 more and he has very poor decision making!!!
Grump called a PFR from Prudence with The Most Powerful Hand in Poker and flopped trips and took a pretty good pot off of her (This is a theme that ran strong most of the evening with her. She kept getting really good second best hands).
Overall a pretty fun and entertaining evening with a huge score by me. Now I have to figure out what to do with all this new found wealth.
Should I invest it in hookers and blow?
Should I get a massage with a happy ending?
Should I get an unhappy ending?
Should I invest it in my future (A new computer with a kick ass graphics card to play Diablo 3 on)?
Should I get it in all ones so that my wallet looks bigger and I can attract the chicks?
Should I pay someone to sit behind me at the poker table and call me baby?
I do not know the answers to any of these important questions.
And yes, it certainly is when you are being run over by the deck.
In the 1st Installment of last nights tomfoolery I covered most everything except the actual poker itself. And, since at one point I used to claim that this is/was a Poker Blog I figure that I at least owe it to myself to blog about poker when I get around to playing some.
However, because I'm easily side tracked, I'd like to share a short story before I get to the actual poker.
I discovered, after being made fun of by my trio of cohorts, that there is a bathroom much closer than the one I'm used to hitting up. They all pointed and said "You know, with a casino as big as this there are bound to be more than one bathroom." So, next time I had to talk to a man about a horse I made my way over to this new found pissing spot to enjoy the "more comfortable" accommodations.
While doing what it was that I came to do and making erotic faces (don't we all?) I got to overhear the end of a conversation from two buddies who enjoy pissing together. As the one finished he started making sure everything was tucked back into place and turned to his buddy and said "You know, I'm not washing my hands this time" to which his buddy replied "Well me neither."
Then they left the room, comments fulfilled.
This was humorous to me mainly because this is a conversation that I have never had, nor ever thought about having with friends. If I choose to not wash my hands I don't feel the need to announce it in advance to anyone, let alone a room full of total strangers with dick in hand.
And, the fact that his buddy thought it was a good enough of an idea to go along with perplexes me. This, to me, is the perfect time to rip your buddy a new asshole and try to embarrass him.
Now, for what you all came for.
Upon arriving at the casino I was immediately seated at table 6 and requested my table change to follow "that old man right there."
Rob got called for his table change and I was taking his seat. Not too long later my wish was granted and I'm now sitting at a table with two people I am familiar with and who I know I'll have a good evening talking to.
My goal was to play tight and try to not get involved in too many pots. I only brought one buy-in and I really wanted to last at least until the Grump showed up (he was taking his time to photograph the eclipse).
So, all of that goes out the window when I see my first hand is QQ (1st of many times for the evening) and I raise it up to $17 I believe. No callers but Rob made sure to grumble about me raising (after he limped I believe) so I made my typical comment about "Doesn't everyone raise their first hand" to which he replied "Well, you sure as hell do."
After the fold around I showed my hand and said "Sometimes I even have a hand when I raise" or something to similar effect.
The night picked up quickly as I called a small raise with 88 and 5 or so people went to the flop. The flop came out a beautiful J83 with two spades. (I feel horrible here because I don't remember 100% exact details). I believe that Prudence put out a bet which I think got a caller. When it got to me I decided that 1) the board was too draw heavy and 2)I want to let Prudence know where I stand so I 3) raised. I believe that Guy X called the raise and then Prudence pushed. It folded to me and I announced that I have no choice but to call which but a look of dread on the face of Dear Prudence.
Guy X was not very happy about this situation and folded. It appears as though everyone and their mother hit this flop and sadly it was Prudence and I who hit the hardest.
I flipped over my middle set and she showed her top 2. Guy x claimed to have J9 of spades (which would have gotten there on the turn) and another guy said he had AJ.
My hand holds up and Prudence announces that she will be gunning for me.
Not too long after this my favorite dealer comes to the table. Tall, bald and good personality. He gives Prudence some cough drops and I let him know he needs to share. Next thing I know I've got two beside my chips and I'm a happy camper.
Kirk settles in and deals me 8-4 of spades in the big blind and I check when a lot of people limp. The flop comes out all goddamned pretty with a 4, a second 4 and then finally and 8. Yes, the grrouch flopped himself a boat.
I checked and either Random person bet and Rob raised or Rob bet - I don't remember. I must be getting old. It got back to me and I raised and Rob called. I was not quite happy about this.
The turn came out something to which I paid no attention to and so I put out a hefty bet. Rob thought about it and I told him that he just needed to go away because my next bet, on the river, was all in no matter what fell next.
Prudence looked at the board and had flashbacks of the nasty 8's that I held against her and gave me a look. I shrugged like "yeah, I've got it" and Rob finally called.
The River was shown and I pushed much like I said I was going to expecting Rob to just go away after my HUGE sign of strength (the betting, the talking, the basically stating out loud I hit harder than you did buddy) and I showed my boat. Rob flipped over his trips as well and I do understand that it's bloody difficult to get away from that hand.
Less than 30 minutes and a triple up - sadly all off of my friends and basically none off of anyone else.
However, my main happiness was that I knew was going to book a winning session and I could just play tight and wait for hands and just talk and have fun.
Whatever - shit doesn't go down like that.
I was dealt about 30 pocket pairs all night long, I saw a ton of flops with them and I hit a few sets.
The rest of my night was similar and I avoided big losses against an over pair and against flopped quads (where the guy checked every street to me).
I hit 4 total sets and stacked two people.
I flopped a boat and stacked someone.
I turned a boat and stacked someone.
And I won a bunch of other random pots where I didn't get the opportunity to stack people.
During the evening we had one had that was raised to $7 either UTG or UTG+1 and everyone at our table called it and I think 4 people from other tables called it as well. It got to Rob in the big blind and I told him that pot odds dictates he has to make this call. he agonized for some reason and eventually folded and I told him that I couldn't want to get home so that I could make fun of him.
Of course the flop comes out and he grimaces like he would have nailed it and tripled up or whatever so I made sure to let him know was only $5 more and he has very poor decision making!!!
Grump called a PFR from Prudence with The Most Powerful Hand in Poker and flopped trips and took a pretty good pot off of her (This is a theme that ran strong most of the evening with her. She kept getting really good second best hands).
Overall a pretty fun and entertaining evening with a huge score by me. Now I have to figure out what to do with all this new found wealth.
Should I invest it in hookers and blow?
Should I get a massage with a happy ending?
Should I get an unhappy ending?
Should I invest it in my future (A new computer with a kick ass graphics card to play Diablo 3 on)?
Should I get it in all ones so that my wallet looks bigger and I can attract the chicks?
Should I pay someone to sit behind me at the poker table and call me baby?
I do not know the answers to any of these important questions.
Blogger Poker (part 1)
There are so many different titles that I wanted to use for this blog post, or even subtitles.
I wanted to start out with "You can't win them all ... so crush the ones you do"
I wanted to do a play on Rob's ending for his recent post (which also references Grumps post) which is "Three sides to every story ... Rob's, Grumps, The Truth"
"Poker is easy"
This is the night that almost didn't happen for me. With the computer problems that started a couple of days back and slaving away trying to make my computer love me again (which, by the way, she does) I had been tired and exhausted. This exhaustion, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that I've had many late nights and my body still insists on getting me up at somewhere between 5:30 - 6:30 and calls that sleeping in.
So, tired is a mild way to put it.
I started my day off installing Diablo 3 finally. It's been a journey that I think started me going to a strange site to test my computer for compatibility, ruining some boot sector files which I guess were not repairable, having to erase all of my data and start over from scratch (which was an easier process back when I was rocking Windows 95 and NT and had a desk top instead of a lap dance) and resetting my computer back to it's original factory settings.
I'm just thankful that I use Google Chrome as my browser of choice (I am Google's bitch at this point) because it backed up all my settings and bookmarks to the mysterious cloud where Tu-Pac, Biggie and Elvis hang out while trying to corrupt my data with pot, hookers and PB and Banana sandwiches. I love you Big E!
So, after a little bit of that I fall asleep and take a nap without remembering that I'm supposed to be at a home poker game at 1 o'clock. I get the call at 5 after asking me if I am still coming so I throw some clothes on and hurry out there while I'm being blinded away.
I last less than two hours only getting one real playable hand (QQ) and still trying to play 75% of my hands. I leave shortly thereafter because I think I'm going to be meeting up with a chick (which never happens) and end up at home playing some Diablo 3.
After being my first few quests I notice I've gotten a message from the Grump himself asking me if I was still planning on meeting up with Rob. I think about it for 3 seconds and ask Rob where he is, is he playing and a series of messages later I have set up a group meeting of the blogging mind at BSC.
Rob states that he has to eat (whatever) and Grump states that he wants to watch some chick named Eclipse dance (more believable) and head out anyway because I don't play often and I'm planning on making it an early night to take care of some other business (and this never materializes).
I get to BSC and there are seats open. I am pointed to table 6 where I will be replacing the elderly boob lover who is changing tables to sit next to a lovely young Prudence. I tell the floor man that I'd love to follow the old tally-whacker over to that table and purty puhleese put my name up for a table change - he is powerful and makes it happen. I play for maybe an orbit folding the likes of 82 before getting the call to move tables and get into one of my favorite seats, the 1 seat.
This was good because Prudence (and after all this time I finally got her real name which I thought was cool) was in the 4 seat and Rob was in the 5 so they were mid-table and easy to talk with.
This was the set up. I've got to head into work and I've still got a lot of typing to do including some really bad poker on Rob's part (not as bad as he makes it out to be), some good lines by everyone's part and just a good time in general. THIS is the main reason I play poker. I love to socialize and have fun. This is the reason I will probably never move beyond the 1-2 NL games as well because at these tables I can afford to not study every detail of my opponents while chatting up those whose company I enjoy and still turn a profit (at least, I used to be able to until someone shit in my Wheaties.).
I also had Prudence make a comment which leads me to believe she might have actually read a recent post I made. Makes me smile - I just want to entertain others after all.
Part two maybe coming later today - depends on how hammered I am at work and when my evening plans will start.
I wanted to start out with "You can't win them all ... so crush the ones you do"
I wanted to do a play on Rob's ending for his recent post (which also references Grumps post) which is "Three sides to every story ... Rob's, Grumps, The Truth"
"Poker is easy"
This is the night that almost didn't happen for me. With the computer problems that started a couple of days back and slaving away trying to make my computer love me again (which, by the way, she does) I had been tired and exhausted. This exhaustion, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that I've had many late nights and my body still insists on getting me up at somewhere between 5:30 - 6:30 and calls that sleeping in.
So, tired is a mild way to put it.
I started my day off installing Diablo 3 finally. It's been a journey that I think started me going to a strange site to test my computer for compatibility, ruining some boot sector files which I guess were not repairable, having to erase all of my data and start over from scratch (which was an easier process back when I was rocking Windows 95 and NT and had a desk top instead of a lap dance) and resetting my computer back to it's original factory settings.
I'm just thankful that I use Google Chrome as my browser of choice (I am Google's bitch at this point) because it backed up all my settings and bookmarks to the mysterious cloud where Tu-Pac, Biggie and Elvis hang out while trying to corrupt my data with pot, hookers and PB and Banana sandwiches. I love you Big E!
So, after a little bit of that I fall asleep and take a nap without remembering that I'm supposed to be at a home poker game at 1 o'clock. I get the call at 5 after asking me if I am still coming so I throw some clothes on and hurry out there while I'm being blinded away.
I last less than two hours only getting one real playable hand (QQ) and still trying to play 75% of my hands. I leave shortly thereafter because I think I'm going to be meeting up with a chick (which never happens) and end up at home playing some Diablo 3.
After being my first few quests I notice I've gotten a message from the Grump himself asking me if I was still planning on meeting up with Rob. I think about it for 3 seconds and ask Rob where he is, is he playing and a series of messages later I have set up a group meeting of the blogging mind at BSC.
Rob states that he has to eat (whatever) and Grump states that he wants to watch some chick named Eclipse dance (more believable) and head out anyway because I don't play often and I'm planning on making it an early night to take care of some other business (and this never materializes).
I get to BSC and there are seats open. I am pointed to table 6 where I will be replacing the elderly boob lover who is changing tables to sit next to a lovely young Prudence. I tell the floor man that I'd love to follow the old tally-whacker over to that table and purty puhleese put my name up for a table change - he is powerful and makes it happen. I play for maybe an orbit folding the likes of 82 before getting the call to move tables and get into one of my favorite seats, the 1 seat.
This was good because Prudence (and after all this time I finally got her real name which I thought was cool) was in the 4 seat and Rob was in the 5 so they were mid-table and easy to talk with.
This was the set up. I've got to head into work and I've still got a lot of typing to do including some really bad poker on Rob's part (not as bad as he makes it out to be), some good lines by everyone's part and just a good time in general. THIS is the main reason I play poker. I love to socialize and have fun. This is the reason I will probably never move beyond the 1-2 NL games as well because at these tables I can afford to not study every detail of my opponents while chatting up those whose company I enjoy and still turn a profit (at least, I used to be able to until someone shit in my Wheaties.).
I also had Prudence make a comment which leads me to believe she might have actually read a recent post I made. Makes me smile - I just want to entertain others after all.
Part two maybe coming later today - depends on how hammered I am at work and when my evening plans will start.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
The Walking Dead
I spent the last few days working on fixing my computer and reading/watching The Walking Dead.
I've always been a zombie fan and knew once the TV show came out that I'd love it. So, when season 1 got released on Blue Ray I immediately picked one up even though it took me until yesterday to actually put it in my PS3 to watch. Yeah, I procrastinate. I have to be in the right mood for something or I'm willing to leave it on my shelf for years.
However, before I started watching it I decided to start reading the comics. Now, right before Season 2 started to air I bought Issue #1 on the way to work and really enjoyed it. Wasn't a big fan of the whole Black/White thing with no color but it was still well drawn and the story was good. This is when I decided to buy more.
I had headed back to the comic store a day or so later and looked into getting Vol 1 but what I saw was an awesome hard cover version that was selling for way too much. So, instead of buying it I headed home to research where to find it cheaper.
Turns out that by doing research I stumbled upon the Comixology app for my Kindle Fire and decided that:
1) to save space
2) because it's cheaper
3) easier to find what I want when I want
I decided that I would just enter the direction that companies are pushing us and enter the digital age for comics. (Since this time I have bought some older comics off Ebay, but those are going to be exceptions and not the rule). So, I found everything at the right time because The Walking Dead had just been released digitally for the first time and Vol 1-5 were all on sale for half off.
I instantly purchased all of them (after having only read one issue) and downloaded them.
This brings us to maybe two weeks ago when I finally decided to start reading them. Yes, I put EVERYTHING off until I'm good and damned well ready. I had other comics that I was reading as I'm trying to get into comics for the first time ever (You'd think this would be something that would have been up my alley for decades - but for some reason my comic collections consisted of Beavis and Butt-Head, Ren and Stimpy and a few Rock and Roll comics. Sometimes I would pick up an X-Men if the cover looked cool. I tried to get into the new superman stuff after they killed him off and he somehow multiplied into like 6 people. But I never stuck with it).
I read through the 1st 5 volumes pretty quickly and was dying to read more. I had a debate on whether I was going to keep buying them and reading along or if I was going to just finally watch the TV show and the TV show won out. I am damned happy that I finally watched it. It was fucking brilliant.
I really love how they use some of the comic but then veer off onto their own path with differing story lines and different characters. Watching the show I really missed a couple of the characters in the books but after two episodes I really started to appreciate the new characters and the fact that I wouldn't know everything that was going to happen.
Now, I'm not an emotional guy when it comes to movies and TV shows and stuff. I've watched a whole bunch of chick-flicks in my time and whatnot and for the most part they never affected me. However, in 6 episodes of The Walking Dead I had more emotional reaction to the hardships of these characters than I think I have had in the past decade of watching movies. Three of the episodes had me a little teary eyed and the Season Finally had me shed one or two. That was pretty damned weird if you ask me. However - I cannot wait for season 2 to be released so I can run through it as well.
I'm probably going to have to get a DVR so that I can start following along with season 3 when it starts because I don't really want to wait another year+ in order to catch it.
Now, I really need to start reading through the other 70 comic book issues so that I can catch up on the story there.
Volume 5 ended amazingly well and Volume 6 is set up to be f'n amazing plot wise.
I will also be picking up the episodic releases of the Video Game that came out within the past month. That is probably where I will take the story next before heading back to the Comic Books.
I've always been a zombie fan and knew once the TV show came out that I'd love it. So, when season 1 got released on Blue Ray I immediately picked one up even though it took me until yesterday to actually put it in my PS3 to watch. Yeah, I procrastinate. I have to be in the right mood for something or I'm willing to leave it on my shelf for years.
However, before I started watching it I decided to start reading the comics. Now, right before Season 2 started to air I bought Issue #1 on the way to work and really enjoyed it. Wasn't a big fan of the whole Black/White thing with no color but it was still well drawn and the story was good. This is when I decided to buy more.
I had headed back to the comic store a day or so later and looked into getting Vol 1 but what I saw was an awesome hard cover version that was selling for way too much. So, instead of buying it I headed home to research where to find it cheaper.
Turns out that by doing research I stumbled upon the Comixology app for my Kindle Fire and decided that:
1) to save space
2) because it's cheaper
3) easier to find what I want when I want
I decided that I would just enter the direction that companies are pushing us and enter the digital age for comics. (Since this time I have bought some older comics off Ebay, but those are going to be exceptions and not the rule). So, I found everything at the right time because The Walking Dead had just been released digitally for the first time and Vol 1-5 were all on sale for half off.
I instantly purchased all of them (after having only read one issue) and downloaded them.
This brings us to maybe two weeks ago when I finally decided to start reading them. Yes, I put EVERYTHING off until I'm good and damned well ready. I had other comics that I was reading as I'm trying to get into comics for the first time ever (You'd think this would be something that would have been up my alley for decades - but for some reason my comic collections consisted of Beavis and Butt-Head, Ren and Stimpy and a few Rock and Roll comics. Sometimes I would pick up an X-Men if the cover looked cool. I tried to get into the new superman stuff after they killed him off and he somehow multiplied into like 6 people. But I never stuck with it).
I read through the 1st 5 volumes pretty quickly and was dying to read more. I had a debate on whether I was going to keep buying them and reading along or if I was going to just finally watch the TV show and the TV show won out. I am damned happy that I finally watched it. It was fucking brilliant.
I really love how they use some of the comic but then veer off onto their own path with differing story lines and different characters. Watching the show I really missed a couple of the characters in the books but after two episodes I really started to appreciate the new characters and the fact that I wouldn't know everything that was going to happen.
Now, I'm not an emotional guy when it comes to movies and TV shows and stuff. I've watched a whole bunch of chick-flicks in my time and whatnot and for the most part they never affected me. However, in 6 episodes of The Walking Dead I had more emotional reaction to the hardships of these characters than I think I have had in the past decade of watching movies. Three of the episodes had me a little teary eyed and the Season Finally had me shed one or two. That was pretty damned weird if you ask me. However - I cannot wait for season 2 to be released so I can run through it as well.
I'm probably going to have to get a DVR so that I can start following along with season 3 when it starts because I don't really want to wait another year+ in order to catch it.
Now, I really need to start reading through the other 70 comic book issues so that I can catch up on the story there.
Volume 5 ended amazingly well and Volume 6 is set up to be f'n amazing plot wise.
I will also be picking up the episodic releases of the Video Game that came out within the past month. That is probably where I will take the story next before heading back to the Comic Books.
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Guess Who Be Back
The good news is that I've got the computer up and working again.
The better news is that the last couple of days have been really great to me.
It started the other night when I took out a friend as it was her last night in town. Plan was to hit up a local drinkery and consume mass quantities of adult beverages and just have a really good evening. I picked her up around 7 and we headed out, my plan being that I would stumble home around 11 or so.
This friend worked with me when I ran the Game Crazy over on Decatur and Flamingo, she worked on the Hollywood side. We were having another one of my co-workers at the time meet us over after a while for some good times. At this point I figure'd that we might as well just push it to the max and I sent a text (no one ever fucking calls any more) to another of our co-workers asking if he was working and if not, would he love to drink.
Around 10 he says was was working but just got off and asked if we'd be out for a while. I have not seen this guy in a while so there is no reason to stop drinking now, I tell him the night is young and to get his ass over here.
It was this time that another friend got a hold of me and I invited her over as well. There were like 95 of us (you know, if you get rid of the 9 and are only left with the 5) and good times were had by everyone. I drank a good deal and finally stumbled home at about 2:30 having to wake up at 4:30 to start getting ready for work.
After work I took a power nap because I had plans for that evening as well. I was meeting up with Jennifer Gay and taking her over to a local comedy show that plays every Friday night. She, obviously, was in fear for her life and invited a poker dealer from the Bellagio to come along with us to make it a menage-a-tryst or whatever and the evening proceeded.
Sensing that I might be unstable she did make a Facebook post informing all of her friends that she was heading out with someone she never met and if she were to end up missing or dismembered that they were all to write nasty things on my timeline. That's forward thinking on her part.
A little bit before I drove over to pick her up (You know, because she doesn't have a deathly fear that strange guys are going to driver her to the middle of nowhere, do nasty things to her, maybe hack some limbs off and then leave her for dead) I had my mom tell me that the old man thought I might be taking out the chick from Dirty Dancing. I had to inform them that sadly I was not talking out Jennifer Gray!
On the way to pick up our third wheel (Joking - Not going to use names but he was a pretty cool guy as well. Gave me some advice on breaking into dealing - drugs and poker) we talked a bit about dealing, Vegas, Shitty cars, gambling addictions a paranoid local "celeb" and of course meeting strangers.
She asked me if I was nervous and I told her that to a degree I was, and am pretty much every time I meet a fellow blogger.
The way I sum this nervousness up is this - when I come over here and post my rants and whatnot I am protected by the anonymity of the internet. I feel that my general persona does come across well and if you were to go through and read everything that I write and then hang out with me for a month you'd notice that it's pretty much the same guy. However, you never know what the other person is going to be like. My thing is I like to be rude and offensive. When I am meeting someone new I try to tone that down a bit because I'd hate to have a build up leading to the evening and then have the person be all like (be all like? really? idiot) "I kinda thought those jokes were just something you said online - I didn't realize this would be your outward persona as well." I guess I'm just more reserved which is why EVERYONE says that I'm a really nice guy and not grrouchie at all :)
Meeting someone new who you have chatted with online but not actually seen and interacted with in person is a lot like going on a 1st date. It's a bit awkward at first!
The Comedy show was pretty good. Most of the comedians had at least a few funny spots and I felt 3 of them really knocked it out well.
AK, Scott Von Wald, and Dat Dude Donnie.
If you live in Vegas and love comedy - check out some local shows with these talented people. Choices Pub on Rainbow and Cheyenne is only $5 bucks to get in for 3 hours of comedy every Friday night and I have had a great time every time I go.
I'm just kind of all over the place because I've missed my keyboard these last few days. I am almost as happy to have it back as I was to be able to roll down my driver side window after 6 months!!!
And finally - I touched on it in the middle but didn't do enough justice to it.
Jennifer Gay is a really cool chick and I really hope I get a chance to hang out with her a couple more times before she disappears. We talked about a ton of different subjects and she gave me some good advice on what I should do in order to become a poker dealer. However, the biggest issue was that Step 1 basically is "Make friends with some good dealers."
And that my friends is the end of my typing.
I will be more focused next time.
I just looked up and briefly looked at what I wrote.
I hate this post and want to delete it and try again.
Instead, I'm going to try and install Diablo 3.
Stay Thirsty my friends.
The better news is that the last couple of days have been really great to me.
It started the other night when I took out a friend as it was her last night in town. Plan was to hit up a local drinkery and consume mass quantities of adult beverages and just have a really good evening. I picked her up around 7 and we headed out, my plan being that I would stumble home around 11 or so.
This friend worked with me when I ran the Game Crazy over on Decatur and Flamingo, she worked on the Hollywood side. We were having another one of my co-workers at the time meet us over after a while for some good times. At this point I figure'd that we might as well just push it to the max and I sent a text (no one ever fucking calls any more) to another of our co-workers asking if he was working and if not, would he love to drink.
Around 10 he says was was working but just got off and asked if we'd be out for a while. I have not seen this guy in a while so there is no reason to stop drinking now, I tell him the night is young and to get his ass over here.
It was this time that another friend got a hold of me and I invited her over as well. There were like 95 of us (you know, if you get rid of the 9 and are only left with the 5) and good times were had by everyone. I drank a good deal and finally stumbled home at about 2:30 having to wake up at 4:30 to start getting ready for work.
After work I took a power nap because I had plans for that evening as well. I was meeting up with Jennifer Gay and taking her over to a local comedy show that plays every Friday night. She, obviously, was in fear for her life and invited a poker dealer from the Bellagio to come along with us to make it a menage-a-tryst or whatever and the evening proceeded.
Sensing that I might be unstable she did make a Facebook post informing all of her friends that she was heading out with someone she never met and if she were to end up missing or dismembered that they were all to write nasty things on my timeline. That's forward thinking on her part.
A little bit before I drove over to pick her up (You know, because she doesn't have a deathly fear that strange guys are going to driver her to the middle of nowhere, do nasty things to her, maybe hack some limbs off and then leave her for dead) I had my mom tell me that the old man thought I might be taking out the chick from Dirty Dancing. I had to inform them that sadly I was not talking out Jennifer Gray!
On the way to pick up our third wheel (Joking - Not going to use names but he was a pretty cool guy as well. Gave me some advice on breaking into dealing - drugs and poker) we talked a bit about dealing, Vegas, Shitty cars, gambling addictions a paranoid local "celeb" and of course meeting strangers.
She asked me if I was nervous and I told her that to a degree I was, and am pretty much every time I meet a fellow blogger.
The way I sum this nervousness up is this - when I come over here and post my rants and whatnot I am protected by the anonymity of the internet. I feel that my general persona does come across well and if you were to go through and read everything that I write and then hang out with me for a month you'd notice that it's pretty much the same guy. However, you never know what the other person is going to be like. My thing is I like to be rude and offensive. When I am meeting someone new I try to tone that down a bit because I'd hate to have a build up leading to the evening and then have the person be all like (be all like? really? idiot) "I kinda thought those jokes were just something you said online - I didn't realize this would be your outward persona as well." I guess I'm just more reserved which is why EVERYONE says that I'm a really nice guy and not grrouchie at all :)
Meeting someone new who you have chatted with online but not actually seen and interacted with in person is a lot like going on a 1st date. It's a bit awkward at first!
The Comedy show was pretty good. Most of the comedians had at least a few funny spots and I felt 3 of them really knocked it out well.
AK, Scott Von Wald, and Dat Dude Donnie.
If you live in Vegas and love comedy - check out some local shows with these talented people. Choices Pub on Rainbow and Cheyenne is only $5 bucks to get in for 3 hours of comedy every Friday night and I have had a great time every time I go.
I'm just kind of all over the place because I've missed my keyboard these last few days. I am almost as happy to have it back as I was to be able to roll down my driver side window after 6 months!!!
And finally - I touched on it in the middle but didn't do enough justice to it.
Jennifer Gay is a really cool chick and I really hope I get a chance to hang out with her a couple more times before she disappears. We talked about a ton of different subjects and she gave me some good advice on what I should do in order to become a poker dealer. However, the biggest issue was that Step 1 basically is "Make friends with some good dealers."
And that my friends is the end of my typing.
I will be more focused next time.
I just looked up and briefly looked at what I wrote.
I hate this post and want to delete it and try again.
Instead, I'm going to try and install Diablo 3.
Stay Thirsty my friends.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Computer died
Thus will be short because I hate typing on my phone.
Computer refuses to start up, something wrong with one of the files. Now I'm trying to back up important info so I can perform a full system recovery.
Not really happy about this as it's going to create some issues, but as long as I get it running again everything else will sort itself out.
Right now the recovery program is gathering data to back up. It will be nice to start with a clean computer again. Diablo 3 is waiting.
Last night I drank much booze with some old friends. It was like an impromptu Game Crazy gathering and it was a blast.
I miss those crazy fuckers.
I am hoping the rest of the weekend goes just as well but maybe with a bit less booze. I'm nit sure my old self is capable of too many of those long drinking nights anymore.
Stay thirsty my friends.
Computer refuses to start up, something wrong with one of the files. Now I'm trying to back up important info so I can perform a full system recovery.
Not really happy about this as it's going to create some issues, but as long as I get it running again everything else will sort itself out.
Right now the recovery program is gathering data to back up. It will be nice to start with a clean computer again. Diablo 3 is waiting.
Last night I drank much booze with some old friends. It was like an impromptu Game Crazy gathering and it was a blast.
I miss those crazy fuckers.
I am hoping the rest of the weekend goes just as well but maybe with a bit less booze. I'm nit sure my old self is capable of too many of those long drinking nights anymore.
Stay thirsty my friends.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Booze blondes and boobs
A friend in town this week and tonight is her last night, so instead of blowing her off for her whole trip to Vegas I'll be hanging out and reliving the good times (you know, like two months ago).
I've also got another buddy coming along so it's going to be a threesome of disaster. Or a Dastardly meanage-o-jaeger.
I'm quite looking forward to it because I don't believe that I have punished my liver enough over my lifetime - shit, I didn't start drinking until I was almost 22 after all.
The only minor draw back is that this whole 6 am shift at work tomorrow morning is not looking very appealing. I'm 97% positive that by the time I get home from work tomorrow I'll be taking a nap before starting my weekend.
Speaking of which - my weekend plans are not 100% set yet either. I've got some feelers floating out there (unfortunately none of them involve me doing any of the feeling) and I'm sure it's going to be a fun time no matter what. I want to at least meet up with Rob while he is in town at the very least for burgers somewhere. That will be discussed more after payday though. I need to look at my finances and see where I stand heading into the beginning of June.
If things go the way I'd like them to go then I'll hopefully be hitting up a poker session with him at his favorite locals joint and, only if the gods smile down upon us, maybe playing with his favorite female poker player Prudence as well.
Oh - I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener
so everyone could eat me.
I've also got another buddy coming along so it's going to be a threesome of disaster. Or a Dastardly meanage-o-jaeger.
I'm quite looking forward to it because I don't believe that I have punished my liver enough over my lifetime - shit, I didn't start drinking until I was almost 22 after all.
The only minor draw back is that this whole 6 am shift at work tomorrow morning is not looking very appealing. I'm 97% positive that by the time I get home from work tomorrow I'll be taking a nap before starting my weekend.
Speaking of which - my weekend plans are not 100% set yet either. I've got some feelers floating out there (unfortunately none of them involve me doing any of the feeling) and I'm sure it's going to be a fun time no matter what. I want to at least meet up with Rob while he is in town at the very least for burgers somewhere. That will be discussed more after payday though. I need to look at my finances and see where I stand heading into the beginning of June.
If things go the way I'd like them to go then I'll hopefully be hitting up a poker session with him at his favorite locals joint and, only if the gods smile down upon us, maybe playing with his favorite female poker player Prudence as well.
Oh - I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wiener
so everyone could eat me.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Just some Pictures
First up is just a nice fun one. How many of us haven't wanted to do something like this at one point in their life? I know I sure as shit have but I've got this conscious that just eats at me.
I can be a real asshole but for the most part I'm too nice of a guy to do 98% of the shit that passes through my head.
This one is just fun - It's like the dysfunctional family portrait. I just wish one of them was captured saying something like "Ok guys, lets go to the mall and fuck with some old folks" or something along those lines.
How many of you, without help can name all of these off? I'm sure there are some, a few obscure ones in this that make me really really smile like the Critters on the bottom next to the Gremlin. Man I loved Critters, it was so horrible.
I saw this pic and realized that I need to build something like this at some point in my life so I can display my dork collection proudly.
Maybe tomorrow I'll have some real content for you all - but work has sucked the big donkey one this whole week so I doubt it.
Social Butterfly this week
I'm just going to come out and say that I love my real estate agent.
After work I also hit up a Blockbuster that is closing but I was pretty much a day or two late on that adventure. When I got there there were probably only about 10 video games left and the only one I wanted was Space Marine but I just didn't feel like shelling out the $10 bucks for it. Instead I picked through a bunch of movies and walked away with.
Weeds Season 2 and 3 on Blue Ray for $4.99 each.
When I was looking at buying the house she was so patient and showed house after house after house and always kept a great personality about her. After getting the first rejection (from a bank who wouldn't sell to me at $7k more than the listed price) I took some time off and she kept sending me reminder emails that whenever I was ready, etc.
So, here we are over a year after the house was bought and she still keeps in touch and says hi once in a while and whenever I ask her some questions she is always quick with an answer. The other day I got a hold of her about getting some paperwork that I currently need and yesterday after a couple of phone calls she worked the paperwork up for me and emailed it to save me from having to go running around town and getting what I needed that way.
So, Boo-Ya for my agent. I hope I get friends looking for places to live so that I can recommend her!
Last night I watched:
Even though this is not my type of movie (blah, emotions, argh) it still wasn't too bad. The best part of this movie is obviously that Whitney used to have a voice of gold before she got involved with Bobby Brown and they decided to drug away both of their futures (Remember, was a prominent recording artist at one point as well. Ghostbusters 2 theme anyone? heh).
Even though I thought I had seen it before I didn't remember any of it, so I guess I'm now resorting to watching chick flicks from the 90's that I have never seen. Oh, I sure hope Waiting to Exhale is next!!!!!
After work I also hit up a Blockbuster that is closing but I was pretty much a day or two late on that adventure. When I got there there were probably only about 10 video games left and the only one I wanted was Space Marine but I just didn't feel like shelling out the $10 bucks for it. Instead I picked through a bunch of movies and walked away with.
Weeds Season 2 and 3 on Blue Ray for $4.99 each.
Some Watchman cartoon, Nine and Wall Street (all on Blue Ray).
I went through a lot of the "no case" DVD's where were 50 cents each and ended up not getting any of them because 1) - they are DVD's and I'm becoming a Blue Ray snob 2)scratches and 3) pretty much every TV Season that I had found was missing one of the discs.
Case in Point - Soprano's Season 2 I could not find Disc 1. Same with Rome, Carnivale and Deadwood. I really wanted Deadwood but it was missing a disc and conversely I found like 4 Disc 2's but that didn't help me.
They had a lot of other Season's boxed up for about $5 each but I didn't want the DVD versions or I just told myself that the ones I was going to buy are available on Netflix and I could just start that service up (Or Amazon Prime) again instead of buying this old junky DVD format.
As I was checking out there was a Mexican family in front dominating one of the registers. I feel bad for the guy who had to check them out as they probably brought close to 400-500 videos up to the register and had him open every one so that they could inspect the disc and see if they wanted to buy or not. Good for them I guess but I felt it was a bit assholiness on their part because they were rejecting about 1/3rd of them and they also were grabbing like 5 of one movie and bringing them up just to find the best disc which meant that no one else in the store could even look at those discs until the family was done because they grabbed every copy. Whatever, it was DVD and not much concern for me.
Tonight I've got a friend in town visiting and I think her and I will be getting a bit of booze in us and then on Friday I do believe that I'm taking Jennifer Gay out for some cocktails.
Jennifer - if you read this how about a local comedy show as well? It's cheap ($5) and enjoyable and the waitress asks for drinks fairly often.
If you don't read this how about I just suggest it via text?
That be all because it's time to have someone beam me to work for another day of playing catch-up!
Monday, May 14, 2012
Irony
It's like 10 thousands forks when all you need is a bike.
I never understood that crazy bitch.
By this point most everyone I deal with on any type of a regular basis knows that I quit the casino job for various reasons, one being my mental well being. Every time I had to talk about it I felt like shit and way too late I realized I should have just made up some cue cards or something and handed them to people when they started asking questions.
This evening I was doing something - playing on Facebook or reading Volume 1 of The Walking Dead - and received a call from a buddy who was going to his second Craps Audition tonight. He outright nailed his first and the floor person kept him on the game for almost a full shift. However, he had one big stumble right at the end which was really him just over thinking something. Minutes after the fact he could ramble off every bloody thing he did wrong and what every payment was supposed to be on that last roll. He knew he blew it and it bugged the shit out of him.
Tonight he gives me the call a few hours before his audition just to solidify some stuff in his mind. There was one particular bet that he just wasn't wrapping his mind around this evening and he wanted to hash it out with me. After about 15-20 minutes I felt very confident that he had it down and was just nervous and over thinking things because he didn't want to fail a second audition. I have 100% confidence that he will call me either tonight or tomorrow to tell me that he nailed it and was offered the job on the spot.
I'm looking forward to that conversation, I really am.
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I finally decided to start reading The Walking Dead comics and I'm really loving them. I bought them right before Season Two started to air as they were finally released digitally and Comixology was running a sale. Having never watched any of the show I decided I wanted to read a bunch of the comics before doing that. This way I could have the original and then follow along with the show as well.
After the first volume I'm happy to say that I'm enjoying the shit out of them. The all black-n-white at first felt cheap to me but now I'm good with it. The story has been good and very character driven instead of action driven and that's nice and refreshing. The more I read the more I want to keep reading. At the end of each book I want to just dive into the next. Within the next week or so I'm going to sit down with Season 1 on Blue Ray and burn through that as well.
I need to buy some new beer because all the stuff I have went out of date around December. Sure, it hasn't gone bad yet but it doesn't have that same great taste that I'm used to.
I also need to go over to my buddies house and get my bottle of Jaeger out of his freezer and put it in my belly!
I never understood that crazy bitch.
By this point most everyone I deal with on any type of a regular basis knows that I quit the casino job for various reasons, one being my mental well being. Every time I had to talk about it I felt like shit and way too late I realized I should have just made up some cue cards or something and handed them to people when they started asking questions.
This evening I was doing something - playing on Facebook or reading Volume 1 of The Walking Dead - and received a call from a buddy who was going to his second Craps Audition tonight. He outright nailed his first and the floor person kept him on the game for almost a full shift. However, he had one big stumble right at the end which was really him just over thinking something. Minutes after the fact he could ramble off every bloody thing he did wrong and what every payment was supposed to be on that last roll. He knew he blew it and it bugged the shit out of him.
Tonight he gives me the call a few hours before his audition just to solidify some stuff in his mind. There was one particular bet that he just wasn't wrapping his mind around this evening and he wanted to hash it out with me. After about 15-20 minutes I felt very confident that he had it down and was just nervous and over thinking things because he didn't want to fail a second audition. I have 100% confidence that he will call me either tonight or tomorrow to tell me that he nailed it and was offered the job on the spot.
I'm looking forward to that conversation, I really am.
I finally decided to start reading The Walking Dead comics and I'm really loving them. I bought them right before Season Two started to air as they were finally released digitally and Comixology was running a sale. Having never watched any of the show I decided I wanted to read a bunch of the comics before doing that. This way I could have the original and then follow along with the show as well.
After the first volume I'm happy to say that I'm enjoying the shit out of them. The all black-n-white at first felt cheap to me but now I'm good with it. The story has been good and very character driven instead of action driven and that's nice and refreshing. The more I read the more I want to keep reading. At the end of each book I want to just dive into the next. Within the next week or so I'm going to sit down with Season 1 on Blue Ray and burn through that as well.
I need to buy some new beer because all the stuff I have went out of date around December. Sure, it hasn't gone bad yet but it doesn't have that same great taste that I'm used to.
I also need to go over to my buddies house and get my bottle of Jaeger out of his freezer and put it in my belly!
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mother Fer Day
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| This pretty much sums it all up! |
So it's one of those BS made up holidays invented by greeting card people in order to spread love and joy and hopefully to not forget about the lady who had to go through 24 hours of labor and push your basketball sized head through her vaginal opening and if you're lucky your old man was watching and it ruined a lot of the enjoyment that he gets out of said opening.
Yes, this is a day when we say "I know it's not your birthday but I'd really love to thank you for being around and cleaning up vomit when I snuck home late during my teenage years. I really didn't appreciate the way you played the loud music and banged on the pots and pans and talked louder than you had to but you at least let me sleep and punished me after I woke up."
Yes, today is a day when everyone across the world (you know, except the Mexicans who decided to beat us to the punch and celebrate a few days earlier just to show us they love their mothers more than we do - Fuck you Mexicans!!! Seriously) gets to universally show their mother that she is the tits and still appreciated after all these years.
There are so many things I wanted to do this Sunday but I decided that the best course of action was to buy a gift card, give a hug and stay home and play video games while my mom is in the other room watching bad reality TV and making me dinner just to show her that I still love her. Nothing says love like allowing her to not deviate from the normal routine? amirite?
So I've developed a routine on this day that I'd like to share with you and I feel that this has kept me under the radar for many moons and probably will continue to work for many more (depending on who reads this I guess).
I start my day with my mother. Hanging out and being a good son.
From there I move on to a significant other lady in my life who happens to be a mother and show her that I'm capable of being not-so-jerkish by trying to make her day go well when her kid has probably forgotten about it and f'd it up and didn't make her feel cherished or whatever.
And finally I try to spend the evening with another lady whom I would not have any qualms turning into a future mother if I'm good enough to play my cards right and provide just enough alcohol to lower her inhibitions.
Then again, that is the circle of motherhood and I learned that shit by watching the Lion King (I think).
So - to my mom - I Fucking Love you lady. You are the sole reason I am still alive today and that is no joke. My life is worth living because of you and if it were not for you I'd be somewhere in the backwoods of Pennsylvania with 3 kids of my own and miserable about life. I'd hate my bastard kids and probably suspect that at least 2 of the 3 were not even mine. I'd hate my wife and tell her to go fuck herself today instead of greeting her with a hug, a smile and a "lets just have a quickie this morning to celebrate, then you can make me some bacon and pancakes babe." I'd be contemplating just packing up a few changes of clothes and moving to Vegas to start my life over.
Instead, you are in my life and I already live in Vegas. However, I never had to abandon a loveless marriage and change my name to try and avoid paying child support and I will be forever grateful and indebted to you for how that scenario turned out!
Now, I leave you all with some Mothers Day Pictures that I have found and feel like they need to be passed on to help celebrate this great day.
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| Mothers Need Love Too |
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| After putting up with your shit she deserves a drink |
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| This is most likely how I would end my evening - Only 1 Roofie next time |
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| Don't listen to what she says, listen to what she means |
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| A face only a mother could love |
Perfect for Rob
I saw this and you know who was the first person to come to mind!
I hear a line is forming Rob and Jennifer Tilly is right behind Jamie Lee Curtis at the front!
I hear a line is forming Rob and Jennifer Tilly is right behind Jamie Lee Curtis at the front!
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Little Bit of This and That
I'm going to start with a graph that struck me odd.
I was looking over recent blog statistics, saw this and had to wonder WTF would have caused such a random spike.
The only other amusing thing that I saw while looking through my dashboard was that I had two searches that reached my website which intrigued me. Well, one search but done two times.
Glass Splashed Ass. I think that is awesome and am thus tagging it in this post!
While getting finger printed at the casino the other day to activate my bio-metrics I was told that it would probably be advisable if I were to never commit a crime. After pausing for a second and then using the phrase "oh, do tell" I was informed that I have really great finger prints. When I asked her what she meant she told me that they were very clear and easily identifiable. I let her know my other job gives me access to good acid and thanked her for the information.
Yesterday I received the first good news from my whole car situation. My insurance company got back in touch with me and told me that they would be reimbursing me for $xx.xx amount of what I had to put on my credit card (after deductible of course). That lets me breathe a sigh of relief. They will be sending the company a letter asking to get their money back and I've got a few other things I am working on in order to try to get them to cough up the difference that is owed. So, I'm hoping to continue the positive news rolling on that front.
I now find myself awake and with the rest of the weekend off. I have one mothers day present bought and one to go. The 2nd one is much harder than the 1st was because the 1st was handed to me on a sliver platter by a friend saying "I've been wanting to buy xxx however I have been unable to find it anywhere I go." Thanks imaginary friend #1. So, now it's down to the other one and I sit here mostly clueless as to what I should get.
Which brings me to next month which is, of course.... a 3 pay month. Sweet baby-jesus (pronounced Hey Suess) dipped in chocolate I love 3 pay months! Also I guess Fathers day AND Birthday.
So, funny shit is he reads this blog and will now know that for the past 3 months I have had his present hidden away in my closet just waiting for the day/month to roll around. Boo-Ya!
And now I'm going to find grub. My belly rumbles and must be fed immediately.
I was looking over recent blog statistics, saw this and had to wonder WTF would have caused such a random spike.
The only other amusing thing that I saw while looking through my dashboard was that I had two searches that reached my website which intrigued me. Well, one search but done two times.
Glass Splashed Ass. I think that is awesome and am thus tagging it in this post!
While getting finger printed at the casino the other day to activate my bio-metrics I was told that it would probably be advisable if I were to never commit a crime. After pausing for a second and then using the phrase "oh, do tell" I was informed that I have really great finger prints. When I asked her what she meant she told me that they were very clear and easily identifiable. I let her know my other job gives me access to good acid and thanked her for the information.
Yesterday I received the first good news from my whole car situation. My insurance company got back in touch with me and told me that they would be reimbursing me for $xx.xx amount of what I had to put on my credit card (after deductible of course). That lets me breathe a sigh of relief. They will be sending the company a letter asking to get their money back and I've got a few other things I am working on in order to try to get them to cough up the difference that is owed. So, I'm hoping to continue the positive news rolling on that front.
I now find myself awake and with the rest of the weekend off. I have one mothers day present bought and one to go. The 2nd one is much harder than the 1st was because the 1st was handed to me on a sliver platter by a friend saying "I've been wanting to buy xxx however I have been unable to find it anywhere I go." Thanks imaginary friend #1. So, now it's down to the other one and I sit here mostly clueless as to what I should get.
Which brings me to next month which is, of course.... a 3 pay month. Sweet baby-jesus (pronounced Hey Suess) dipped in chocolate I love 3 pay months! Also I guess Fathers day AND Birthday.
So, funny shit is he reads this blog and will now know that for the past 3 months I have had his present hidden away in my closet just waiting for the day/month to roll around. Boo-Ya!
And now I'm going to find grub. My belly rumbles and must be fed immediately.
Friday, May 11, 2012
I Caved to the pressure
Dear Life,
You have won this round. I admit to defeat and am waving the white flag of shame.
It's not often that I find myself in this position and, in fact, I pretty much wanted to hide it from the world but alas in the interest of being a brutally honest anonymous person on the internet I am coming clean.
There are too many things going on in my life right now that demand more attention than I can reasonably provide without burning myself out and I had to say goodbye to one of them.
So, it pains me to say this, but the fact that I would not be dealing craps and the fact that other life pressures need my attention I had to say goodbye to the casino job that I have barely gotten to know and have been pretty excited about. I feel like shit about the decision but I know that it is the right one for where I am at in life right now. I explained some things to HR and let them know that I hope I will be able to be rehired once life sorts itself out and I will continue to work on my dealing skills in the form of Craps, Blackjack and other random carnival games as time provides.
I felt that if I continued to work at the Casino for 24-32 hours per week and stayed full time at the retail job with some other things that are going on demanding my attention which I can only give during hours when I should rightfully be sleeping, that I would burn out and potentially cause damages that would be worse than if I just admitted defeat at this moment.
I will pull back and regroup, I will continue to study and improve and I will come back to perusing this dream once I add a bit more stability and balance into my life.
It's not the cool thing to do, but it felt like the right thing to do.
Now, so that this isn't full of depression I link you to some humor. Visit AmazingSuperPowers to see more awesomeness.
With that I am probably going to sleep very soon and won't be waking up until tomorrow when I can wake up refreshed and figure out how to proceed from here.
I appreciate you all coming along for the ride so far and I'm looking for some insults from the peanut gallery telling me how I'm a silly Nancy boy and that winners never quit.
:)
Training Day
Survived the 1st shift. It was an entire day dedicated to training.
Training on the company's procedures and shuffling and other fun assorted things.
Training on the fact that they don't allow break-in's on the craps game and training on the fact that pretty much every shift I work after this will be 9-5 instead of having some 7-3's.
I'm not 100% sure how I feel about that at the moment. I went through a range of emotions last night when I learned about it. So, I guess things will come down to scheduling for now. I talked to the man in charge and answered his questions and told him that I was really only looking to get 2, maybe 3 days a week right now for various reasons.
Since I will pretty much only be dealing BJ at this moment I feel comfortable that it will probably happen, but time will tell.
This morning I'm feeling the drowsy, fully functional currently.
I'm curious to see how I feel after my afternoon nap - that's going to be my ticket.
Tonight I deal, my trainer will be my shadow to make sure that I don't fuck things up too royally.
It's exciting.
grrouch out
Training on the company's procedures and shuffling and other fun assorted things.
Training on the fact that they don't allow break-in's on the craps game and training on the fact that pretty much every shift I work after this will be 9-5 instead of having some 7-3's.
I'm not 100% sure how I feel about that at the moment. I went through a range of emotions last night when I learned about it. So, I guess things will come down to scheduling for now. I talked to the man in charge and answered his questions and told him that I was really only looking to get 2, maybe 3 days a week right now for various reasons.
Since I will pretty much only be dealing BJ at this moment I feel comfortable that it will probably happen, but time will tell.
This morning I'm feeling the drowsy, fully functional currently.
I'm curious to see how I feel after my afternoon nap - that's going to be my ticket.
Tonight I deal, my trainer will be my shadow to make sure that I don't fuck things up too royally.
It's exciting.
grrouch out
Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Slow Motion
There is too much going on in my life at this moment, I need a pause button or that superhero power where I can go really really fast and everything else including time itself slows down around me thus allowing me to accomplish all the shit that I need to do in the small time frame that I have available.
Today I went through Orientation for the Casino job and Charlie Brown's teacher invaded my head. There were lots of words, lots of slides, a few "movies" and some really bad on screen role playing. It was typical orientation stuff and it was just as boring as pretty much every other one that I have ever gone through before.
So, tomorrow starts the real test. Not only in terms of how will I perform in actual real life circumstances but also in the how I am going to deal with working two jobs and little sleep.
6-3 Retail - 7-3 Casino, 6-3 Retail 7-3 Casino and then sleep my f'n head off on Saturday.
My plan of attack is to get a full 8 hours of sleep tonight. I should be able to make it home by 3:30 after the retail job and get 2 - 2.5 hours sleep before waking up to head into the Casino. Take another 2 hour nap and head into Retail and see what the hell I can do to get out early to try and get a 3-4 hour nap before heading back to the Casino.
I know there is going to be multiple 5-hour energy drinks involved and there is a chance I will become zombified. However, the money is going to be great and I know that I'm not too far away from being able to actually do both on a part time basis instead of killing myself with too many hours.
Tomorrow I'm going to be talking to the person in charge of making schedules to see if he/she can help me out in that regard. Try not to have back to back shifts during the week so that after a double (er, triple?) I can find time to catch up on sleep before doing it again. At this moment I have a very real fear that taking on this job right now might be stretching myself too thin and it will backfire - but only time can tell that. At the very least I don't think they would have a problem honoring a request to schedule me less often or let me give a shift away to someone who needs it more.
This weekend I need to find time to start some paperwork for the whole car situation as it appears as though I'm going to have to at least threaten to take someone to court to get some money out of them.
Lastly, I received what I think (hope) is the final set of paperwork that has to be filled out to get the house situation taken care of. I'll be looking over it all this weekend to see what all I need to do/sign/gather/provide.
Where is that damned slow motion button!
Today I went through Orientation for the Casino job and Charlie Brown's teacher invaded my head. There were lots of words, lots of slides, a few "movies" and some really bad on screen role playing. It was typical orientation stuff and it was just as boring as pretty much every other one that I have ever gone through before.
So, tomorrow starts the real test. Not only in terms of how will I perform in actual real life circumstances but also in the how I am going to deal with working two jobs and little sleep.
6-3 Retail - 7-3 Casino, 6-3 Retail 7-3 Casino and then sleep my f'n head off on Saturday.
My plan of attack is to get a full 8 hours of sleep tonight. I should be able to make it home by 3:30 after the retail job and get 2 - 2.5 hours sleep before waking up to head into the Casino. Take another 2 hour nap and head into Retail and see what the hell I can do to get out early to try and get a 3-4 hour nap before heading back to the Casino.
I know there is going to be multiple 5-hour energy drinks involved and there is a chance I will become zombified. However, the money is going to be great and I know that I'm not too far away from being able to actually do both on a part time basis instead of killing myself with too many hours.
Tomorrow I'm going to be talking to the person in charge of making schedules to see if he/she can help me out in that regard. Try not to have back to back shifts during the week so that after a double (er, triple?) I can find time to catch up on sleep before doing it again. At this moment I have a very real fear that taking on this job right now might be stretching myself too thin and it will backfire - but only time can tell that. At the very least I don't think they would have a problem honoring a request to schedule me less often or let me give a shift away to someone who needs it more.
This weekend I need to find time to start some paperwork for the whole car situation as it appears as though I'm going to have to at least threaten to take someone to court to get some money out of them.
Lastly, I received what I think (hope) is the final set of paperwork that has to be filled out to get the house situation taken care of. I'll be looking over it all this weekend to see what all I need to do/sign/gather/provide.
Where is that damned slow motion button!
Monday, May 07, 2012
Nervous over my first few days
So, as time moves closer to me actually starting to work in the Casino I'm actually getting a bit nervous.
I've been watching some busy craps games in my spare time especially if I see anyone at the table who is betting big. There is no real reason to watch when people are making $5 or $10 wagers, but when someone starts with $160 across and $40 or higher on the pass line I take notice.
At one point one player had $100 on the pass line with $200 in odds which is simple to figure out on the 4/10 and 5/9. On the 6/8 he was doing $250 in odds which ended up being easy to figure out after I just stopped looking at the dollar figure and looked at units instead.
However, it's the place bets that worry me. I know that a big money player is going to present challenges to new players. The dealer on his side was obviously a vet, but just looking at the bets my head swam for a few minutes.
The 6/8 would get placed for $30 for every new shooter.
With the 1st hit he would take it to $60.
With the 2nd hit he would take it to $72.
With the 3rd hit he would take it to $90.
So, after I took the time to look things over life became easier - but until it clicks my mind sometimes goes into "oh shit" mode.
On a 6/8 the place bets pay $7 for every $6 you have - therefor $30 pays $35.
That one is simple - it's one you should memorize because you're going to pay it all the f'n time.
So, Hit #1 pays $35 and he presses to $60 - He gets $5 in change - Easy.
Hit #2 took me a few moments just because of the way the dealer was doing things, but here it is.
$60 pays $70 - He takes his bet up to $72.
The easy way to do this is he throws you $2 and you give him his place bet back ($60) and put the $72 as the new place.
$72 pays $84
(I'll probably just have to memorize this as well as going through this motion it appears as though it might actually end up being a common bet. Most of the small games I have ever played have skipped this because once they hit the $30 denomination they just usually press in increments of $30. $30, $60, $90, $120, etc). However, if someone starts off with a $30 base and looking at the math above it appears as though it might end up being more common than I had previously thought).
So, $72 pays $84 (breaking it down $60 pays $70 and $12 pays $14) and he then presses to $90.
How does this press work?
It appears as though the easiest way to do this would be Payout $85 into the come and from the $72 stack hand $1 back into the box (you are over paying by $1 so you give $1 back to the house).
Then take 1 $5 chips out of the (now) $71 stack and hand the rest back to the player. You are left with 3 greens and 3 reds for $90.
After looking over this situation and taking the time to analyze it away from the game it all seems easy and makes 100% sense to me now. However, when I was watching I just kept thinking to myself "Self: I really don't want to be in this situation too soon because I don't want to look like a fucking idiot."
Now I won't.
Also, above I noted how this same player (and a guy next to him) had $250 in odds on the 6/8 when it was the point. Until I saw it paid twice my mind was in "big money oh shit" mode, but after taking the time to break it down my mind then said "Oh, that was f'n simple you eediot."
Your odds on the 6/8 (bet behind/backing up your pass line bet is called Odds) pay $6 to every $5 bet (don't get confused - the Place Bets are the ones that pay $7 to every $6 - Odds pay EXACT odds whereas the place bets have a house edge). So, on a $25 bet you pay $30. Multiple that by a factor of ten and it's easy to come up with $250 pays $300!
The lesson for today is that my teacher is 100% right. STOP THINKING and just do it.
STOP LOOKING at denominations and just look at UNITS.
In this case you just go up the color chart!
$5 odds pays $6 - 1 red and 1 white.
$25 pays $30 - 1 green and 1 red.
Simple.
Until next time - Stop thinking and start doing!
I love when I figure shit out! After typing this whole thing up I just became less nervous about my first few days - though I still haven't quite figured out when I'm going to get sleep.
I've been watching some busy craps games in my spare time especially if I see anyone at the table who is betting big. There is no real reason to watch when people are making $5 or $10 wagers, but when someone starts with $160 across and $40 or higher on the pass line I take notice.
At one point one player had $100 on the pass line with $200 in odds which is simple to figure out on the 4/10 and 5/9. On the 6/8 he was doing $250 in odds which ended up being easy to figure out after I just stopped looking at the dollar figure and looked at units instead.
However, it's the place bets that worry me. I know that a big money player is going to present challenges to new players. The dealer on his side was obviously a vet, but just looking at the bets my head swam for a few minutes.
The 6/8 would get placed for $30 for every new shooter.
With the 1st hit he would take it to $60.
With the 2nd hit he would take it to $72.
With the 3rd hit he would take it to $90.
So, after I took the time to look things over life became easier - but until it clicks my mind sometimes goes into "oh shit" mode.
On a 6/8 the place bets pay $7 for every $6 you have - therefor $30 pays $35.
That one is simple - it's one you should memorize because you're going to pay it all the f'n time.
So, Hit #1 pays $35 and he presses to $60 - He gets $5 in change - Easy.
Hit #2 took me a few moments just because of the way the dealer was doing things, but here it is.
$60 pays $70 - He takes his bet up to $72.
The easy way to do this is he throws you $2 and you give him his place bet back ($60) and put the $72 as the new place.
$72 pays $84
(I'll probably just have to memorize this as well as going through this motion it appears as though it might actually end up being a common bet. Most of the small games I have ever played have skipped this because once they hit the $30 denomination they just usually press in increments of $30. $30, $60, $90, $120, etc). However, if someone starts off with a $30 base and looking at the math above it appears as though it might end up being more common than I had previously thought).
So, $72 pays $84 (breaking it down $60 pays $70 and $12 pays $14) and he then presses to $90.
How does this press work?
It appears as though the easiest way to do this would be Payout $85 into the come and from the $72 stack hand $1 back into the box (you are over paying by $1 so you give $1 back to the house).
Then take 1 $5 chips out of the (now) $71 stack and hand the rest back to the player. You are left with 3 greens and 3 reds for $90.
After looking over this situation and taking the time to analyze it away from the game it all seems easy and makes 100% sense to me now. However, when I was watching I just kept thinking to myself "Self: I really don't want to be in this situation too soon because I don't want to look like a fucking idiot."
Now I won't.
Also, above I noted how this same player (and a guy next to him) had $250 in odds on the 6/8 when it was the point. Until I saw it paid twice my mind was in "big money oh shit" mode, but after taking the time to break it down my mind then said "Oh, that was f'n simple you eediot."
Your odds on the 6/8 (bet behind/backing up your pass line bet is called Odds) pay $6 to every $5 bet (don't get confused - the Place Bets are the ones that pay $7 to every $6 - Odds pay EXACT odds whereas the place bets have a house edge). So, on a $25 bet you pay $30. Multiple that by a factor of ten and it's easy to come up with $250 pays $300!
The lesson for today is that my teacher is 100% right. STOP THINKING and just do it.
STOP LOOKING at denominations and just look at UNITS.
In this case you just go up the color chart!
$5 odds pays $6 - 1 red and 1 white.
$25 pays $30 - 1 green and 1 red.
Simple.
Until next time - Stop thinking and start doing!
I love when I figure shit out! After typing this whole thing up I just became less nervous about my first few days - though I still haven't quite figured out when I'm going to get sleep.
Poker Bad Avengers Good
So everything will be brief because I'm typing this up at 5 in the morning and I've gotta fly to work soon.
The other day I decided to play some online poker. You see, I've got some moola in my BCP account just sitting there with no current way to withdraw or transfer so I figure'd that I'd just see if I can run it up or not.
I opened two tables and played for maybe an hour total. I forgot how boring and drab online poker is. Over the course of the hour I played I maybe raised 12 times and I only got called on one of those Raises. I don't know if it's bad luck or timing or whatever but really? 1 out of 12? I wasn't even raising nearly as much as the other people were. I'm going to assume it's because nobody had a "read" on me and by that I mean I wasn't in their databases so they didn't know how many hands I play and from what position and my 3 betting tendencies. They didn't know what to do because their computer program didn't have an answer yet.
Either way I got to piss away about 4 KK's over the course of the session and I was getting quite bored when Josie sat at my table. We chatted back and forth for a bit and the rest of the table was really boring so I opened up an AIM session with her instead, mostly so that I could use curse words that don't come out looking like *******.
Next thing you know we have a small pot and Josie is all in for no reason at all. TBC had just recently joined the table with a MIN buy-in and in honor of him I sent Josie a message saying "This is going to be very TBC of me" and then I called her push with AK.
The board ran our dry and Josie scooped the pot while I went on to concentrate on my other table. Josie, the brash person she is, kept apologizing to me for taking my scooby snack money and promised me many drinks (and then later proceeded to show me her 36c's). I tried to tell her that I was treating it as play money but she wasn't happy with that answer because it isn't really play money - whatevs.
20 minutes later I over doubled up at my other table to give me profit for the evening and I quit.
Now lets fast forward to last night.
I am at a table with a lot of raises and re-raises. Sneaking into a hand in late position for $10 is considered a win. Money flying everywhere.
I end up in with 45 off and there's $80 in the pot to the flop. By the river I have a straight and feel confident about that until someone else turns over their Quads! blah.
2 orbits later I get dealt AA on the button and can't wait for at least a raise and some calls to get to me, however the table knows that I have some cards and it folds to me for the first time all session. I make a very small raise and the blinds also go away and a tiny profit is mine.
A few orbits later I get involved in another pot that is about $60 to the flop and flop 2 pair. I check, there is a bet and a call in front of me and I proceed to raise it to 4x the bet. The original better calls and the next guy pushes. I call the push and the 3rd man goes away. My 2 pair (top and bottom) is up against top pair and a flush draw. Turn is a blank and the river pairs his other card giving him a higher two pair.
I quit because poker is rigged.
Next thing you know I'm watching the Avengers in IMAX 3D and I'm going to say either I'm just used to it, things are getting better or the movie was just that fucking good. The Avengers rocked, I didn't once want to complain about the whole 3d thing and IMAX was also pretty cool even though I suspect IMAX just stands for "bigger fucking screen than normal."
The preview for Spiderman has me warming up to the movie some even though I still think it's too soon to reboot the series. I loved the Rami trilogy and wish they would have just continued from there with a different Spidey instead of a total reboot of the series.
The preview for Dark Knight Rises also got me all warm and tingly in my pantie area and I can't wait for that movie even though I hate Christian Bale, at least Hines Ward keeps making all of the previews :)
There were some other previews that looked cool, but those were the ones really standing out in my mind after the fact.
Going to be a good summer for movies and I'm sure I"ll hit up both of those in IMAX even though I have to take out a Small Business Loan to be able to afford to go.
The other day I decided to play some online poker. You see, I've got some moola in my BCP account just sitting there with no current way to withdraw or transfer so I figure'd that I'd just see if I can run it up or not.
I opened two tables and played for maybe an hour total. I forgot how boring and drab online poker is. Over the course of the hour I played I maybe raised 12 times and I only got called on one of those Raises. I don't know if it's bad luck or timing or whatever but really? 1 out of 12? I wasn't even raising nearly as much as the other people were. I'm going to assume it's because nobody had a "read" on me and by that I mean I wasn't in their databases so they didn't know how many hands I play and from what position and my 3 betting tendencies. They didn't know what to do because their computer program didn't have an answer yet.
Either way I got to piss away about 4 KK's over the course of the session and I was getting quite bored when Josie sat at my table. We chatted back and forth for a bit and the rest of the table was really boring so I opened up an AIM session with her instead, mostly so that I could use curse words that don't come out looking like *******.
Next thing you know we have a small pot and Josie is all in for no reason at all. TBC had just recently joined the table with a MIN buy-in and in honor of him I sent Josie a message saying "This is going to be very TBC of me" and then I called her push with AK.
The board ran our dry and Josie scooped the pot while I went on to concentrate on my other table. Josie, the brash person she is, kept apologizing to me for taking my scooby snack money and promised me many drinks (and then later proceeded to show me her 36c's). I tried to tell her that I was treating it as play money but she wasn't happy with that answer because it isn't really play money - whatevs.
20 minutes later I over doubled up at my other table to give me profit for the evening and I quit.
Now lets fast forward to last night.
I am at a table with a lot of raises and re-raises. Sneaking into a hand in late position for $10 is considered a win. Money flying everywhere.
I end up in with 45 off and there's $80 in the pot to the flop. By the river I have a straight and feel confident about that until someone else turns over their Quads! blah.
2 orbits later I get dealt AA on the button and can't wait for at least a raise and some calls to get to me, however the table knows that I have some cards and it folds to me for the first time all session. I make a very small raise and the blinds also go away and a tiny profit is mine.
A few orbits later I get involved in another pot that is about $60 to the flop and flop 2 pair. I check, there is a bet and a call in front of me and I proceed to raise it to 4x the bet. The original better calls and the next guy pushes. I call the push and the 3rd man goes away. My 2 pair (top and bottom) is up against top pair and a flush draw. Turn is a blank and the river pairs his other card giving him a higher two pair.
I quit because poker is rigged.
Next thing you know I'm watching the Avengers in IMAX 3D and I'm going to say either I'm just used to it, things are getting better or the movie was just that fucking good. The Avengers rocked, I didn't once want to complain about the whole 3d thing and IMAX was also pretty cool even though I suspect IMAX just stands for "bigger fucking screen than normal."
The preview for Spiderman has me warming up to the movie some even though I still think it's too soon to reboot the series. I loved the Rami trilogy and wish they would have just continued from there with a different Spidey instead of a total reboot of the series.
The preview for Dark Knight Rises also got me all warm and tingly in my pantie area and I can't wait for that movie even though I hate Christian Bale, at least Hines Ward keeps making all of the previews :)
There were some other previews that looked cool, but those were the ones really standing out in my mind after the fact.
Going to be a good summer for movies and I'm sure I"ll hit up both of those in IMAX even though I have to take out a Small Business Loan to be able to afford to go.
Sunday, May 06, 2012
New and FBOY improved
If'n it's not doing it right now for you then within the next few days it will be. I have finally gone ahead and registered my blog as a domain and everyone can access it at www.grrouchie.com.
Oh, that just has a special ring in to it in my heart.
I do not know whether or not this is good or bad or indifferent but I registered through Google because it was the bloody cheapest way to do it. Ten bucks and it was all mine plus they do the hosting for the blog and set everything up for me so I didn't have to fuss wit' nuttin'.
I had been wanting to register grrouchie.com for quite a long time, well before I even started doing this whole blogging thing so I just kind of felt it appropriate to do it now while I've actually got some sort of following and....
I did it to make life easier for FBOY! You see, this fine young gentleman (no offense) gets to my site by doing a Google search for Confessions of a Local Fish. So, going to grrouchie.com should be so much easier for him! See, I am nice to my readers.
My next step is to find out how to host sub-domains so that I can have other content on my site and not just this blog. I plan on adding other things for you all to do, look at, read, whatever. I am going to be a whole interactive experience (give it a few years - I do not promise any quick results heh).
For all of my future readers that wish to get in contact with me - I've made an email address specifically for this website now - (also listed to the right) grrouchie@grrouchie.com.
Those who know me and have used other means to get a hold of me can continue to do so. I just wanted one for the future of grrouchertainment.
Oh, that just has a special ring in to it in my heart.
I do not know whether or not this is good or bad or indifferent but I registered through Google because it was the bloody cheapest way to do it. Ten bucks and it was all mine plus they do the hosting for the blog and set everything up for me so I didn't have to fuss wit' nuttin'.
I had been wanting to register grrouchie.com for quite a long time, well before I even started doing this whole blogging thing so I just kind of felt it appropriate to do it now while I've actually got some sort of following and....
I did it to make life easier for FBOY! You see, this fine young gentleman (no offense) gets to my site by doing a Google search for Confessions of a Local Fish. So, going to grrouchie.com should be so much easier for him! See, I am nice to my readers.
My next step is to find out how to host sub-domains so that I can have other content on my site and not just this blog. I plan on adding other things for you all to do, look at, read, whatever. I am going to be a whole interactive experience (give it a few years - I do not promise any quick results heh).
For all of my future readers that wish to get in contact with me - I've made an email address specifically for this website now - (also listed to the right) grrouchie@grrouchie.com.
Those who know me and have used other means to get a hold of me can continue to do so. I just wanted one for the future of grrouchertainment.
Saturday, May 05, 2012
What's a Brother To Do
While I did not want to go to work today it was 100% necessary. So, that leaves me with Sunday being my only day off.
So what to do? What to do?
I really have the urge to go watch the Avengers tonight but I have run into a snag in my planning phase. The only two people I want to see the movie with are both busy working. WTF? I have what is going to be a rare evening off and everyone else is avoiding me by going to work. Whatever, their loss.
Ok - so I really don't want to go alone which means that I will now NOT be seeing this movie for a while.
What next? Well Vookenmeister is in town, or at least will be, so depending on whether or not he is heading out for a night of poker after being on a plane for way too many hours I might take this opportunity to go meet up with another fellow online blog-writing poker-playing type-o-guy.
Shout out to F-tothe-BOY for being my regular International reader!
Also thanks to Vook for following my blog.
Now, for something I've been meaning to touch on for a while.
It has come up from Rob that when someone follows your blog you get the inflated ego of having another follower of your cult (these are my interpretations of his words - I think it's better that way). It's a gratifying way to look at things in a certain perspective of "oh I got this many followers" instead of looking at it from other directions (hits per day or week or month or whatever). We all know that the great TBC really cares about the number of followers that he has because I've seen him comment before that "I've got more followers than Josie and Grump" or something like that. However, we all know that NOBODY has more followers than Grump. He is too good at his craft and has been around for too long - he is our (our in the sense of this little community of semi-poker bloggers) Norm for all intents and purposes.
So - yes, I love when I get a new "follower" who took the time to hit that follow button even though I know that some of these people have been following for a while just without doing it publicly.
But, what does the Follower get? That is Robs question.
Well, personally the pleasure that I get most out of following others is supporting our little community. Even if I don't visit every day/post or comment all the time I know that I am supporting others and when someone pulls up my profile they will get a list of sites that I follow. Not all of these go in my blogroll.
My blogroll is dedicated (or was, or should be, or will be again if I stop being so lazy) to the people that I think deserve the most attention and the people whom I visit the most often. But, I follow a ton of blogs that probably will never go into my blogroll for various reasons. Most of them are poker-related or people that I know in real life and want to give them more readers if possible.
I probably won't have the chick who gives out the adult massages in my blogroll, but I still read every time a new post is up.
Which is another advantage for the 'follower' as well. Blogger has this great tool that shows me a list of all of the most recent posts from the fine folks that I'm following. So, my daily routine is to pull that up and scroll through the new posts to get where I want to go. It's nice, it's simple and it's convenient.
I know that I'm not going to be able to keep blogging daily like I have been. My schedule is about to become too hectic and I'm going to be needing most of my free time to nap so that I don't die from lack of sleep. I'm going to try to get a post in about 3 times per week but I can't promise much at this point.
It's all going to depend on how many doubles I end up having to work between my full time retail job and my "part time" casino job.
Part time in quotes because I was told I'd probably be stuck doing 4 days a week for all of May. I sure hope they don't get pissed when I start hitting up the EO list! 72 hours a week is no simple thing for an old lazy bastard like myself.
So what to do? What to do?
I really have the urge to go watch the Avengers tonight but I have run into a snag in my planning phase. The only two people I want to see the movie with are both busy working. WTF? I have what is going to be a rare evening off and everyone else is avoiding me by going to work. Whatever, their loss.
Ok - so I really don't want to go alone which means that I will now NOT be seeing this movie for a while.
What next? Well Vookenmeister is in town, or at least will be, so depending on whether or not he is heading out for a night of poker after being on a plane for way too many hours I might take this opportunity to go meet up with another fellow online blog-writing poker-playing type-o-guy.
Shout out to F-tothe-BOY for being my regular International reader!
Also thanks to Vook for following my blog.
Now, for something I've been meaning to touch on for a while.
It has come up from Rob that when someone follows your blog you get the inflated ego of having another follower of your cult (these are my interpretations of his words - I think it's better that way). It's a gratifying way to look at things in a certain perspective of "oh I got this many followers" instead of looking at it from other directions (hits per day or week or month or whatever). We all know that the great TBC really cares about the number of followers that he has because I've seen him comment before that "I've got more followers than Josie and Grump" or something like that. However, we all know that NOBODY has more followers than Grump. He is too good at his craft and has been around for too long - he is our (our in the sense of this little community of semi-poker bloggers) Norm for all intents and purposes.
So - yes, I love when I get a new "follower" who took the time to hit that follow button even though I know that some of these people have been following for a while just without doing it publicly.
But, what does the Follower get? That is Robs question.
Well, personally the pleasure that I get most out of following others is supporting our little community. Even if I don't visit every day/post or comment all the time I know that I am supporting others and when someone pulls up my profile they will get a list of sites that I follow. Not all of these go in my blogroll.
My blogroll is dedicated (or was, or should be, or will be again if I stop being so lazy) to the people that I think deserve the most attention and the people whom I visit the most often. But, I follow a ton of blogs that probably will never go into my blogroll for various reasons. Most of them are poker-related or people that I know in real life and want to give them more readers if possible.
I probably won't have the chick who gives out the adult massages in my blogroll, but I still read every time a new post is up.
Which is another advantage for the 'follower' as well. Blogger has this great tool that shows me a list of all of the most recent posts from the fine folks that I'm following. So, my daily routine is to pull that up and scroll through the new posts to get where I want to go. It's nice, it's simple and it's convenient.
I know that I'm not going to be able to keep blogging daily like I have been. My schedule is about to become too hectic and I'm going to be needing most of my free time to nap so that I don't die from lack of sleep. I'm going to try to get a post in about 3 times per week but I can't promise much at this point.
It's all going to depend on how many doubles I end up having to work between my full time retail job and my "part time" casino job.
Part time in quotes because I was told I'd probably be stuck doing 4 days a week for all of May. I sure hope they don't get pissed when I start hitting up the EO list! 72 hours a week is no simple thing for an old lazy bastard like myself.
Thursday, May 03, 2012
Just flush the f'n toilet
I see you. I know who you are and where you live (not really). I know you are a disgusting pig, welcome to the brotherhood of Man!
Men are pigs. Men are disgusting. I get it, I've been part of the penis-club for years now and I know that there are certain things that we do which the lady folk will always find disgusting or offensive or whatever.
With that said, I know that you are a guy and you follow the same tendencies that I do. You are disgusting. So, when I'm taking a piss in the urinal beside you don't give me a funny fucking look when, as you are walking away, I tell you to just flush the fucker.
I know you're not a germ-o-phobe so you can't give me the excuse that you don't want to touch something as filthy and germ infected as the 3 inch handle. I know you probably weren't even going to wash your fucking hands so that throws the whole theory right out the god damned window.
I know that you're not some sort of mentally challenged retard who's just not capable of understanding that in order to get the water to make the noise and the yellow to disappear you have to actually push down on the handle that is staring you in the face the whole time you're taking your leak.
I don't get what the aversion is to flushing. It's a public area, someone is going to come in after you. In fact, you probably had to flush before taking your piss in fear of getting some other guys yellow liquids from splashing on you. So, if you can jiggle the handle enough to flush before you go, why the hell can't you do it after you go?
Is this some sort of revenge plot? Well the last fucker didn't do it so I'm leaving a surprise for the next guy? Are you really this shallow that this is your line of thought?
Are you pretending to care for the environment and not wanting to waste all that water with the extra flush? Probably not because as you're leaving my store you just threw your cigarette butt onto the pavement and left your fucking Slurpee container on the ground instead of finding a trash can to dispose of it.
So, if you're a random stranger don't give me a funny look when I'm addressing you with my dick in my hand (still frontward facing though) and telling you to stop being a lazy asshole and flush.
If you're an employee don't get pissed off if I happen to tell others that you're too fucking lazy to flush in an attempt to shame you into doing it next time (and every other time after that). Jesus Christ people - last time I didn't flush the fucking toilet was when I used the outhouse and even then I still tried to find the handle.
I hate all of you, lazy good for nothing cock suckers.
Have a great night
Men are pigs. Men are disgusting. I get it, I've been part of the penis-club for years now and I know that there are certain things that we do which the lady folk will always find disgusting or offensive or whatever.
With that said, I know that you are a guy and you follow the same tendencies that I do. You are disgusting. So, when I'm taking a piss in the urinal beside you don't give me a funny fucking look when, as you are walking away, I tell you to just flush the fucker.
I know you're not a germ-o-phobe so you can't give me the excuse that you don't want to touch something as filthy and germ infected as the 3 inch handle. I know you probably weren't even going to wash your fucking hands so that throws the whole theory right out the god damned window.
I know that you're not some sort of mentally challenged retard who's just not capable of understanding that in order to get the water to make the noise and the yellow to disappear you have to actually push down on the handle that is staring you in the face the whole time you're taking your leak.
I don't get what the aversion is to flushing. It's a public area, someone is going to come in after you. In fact, you probably had to flush before taking your piss in fear of getting some other guys yellow liquids from splashing on you. So, if you can jiggle the handle enough to flush before you go, why the hell can't you do it after you go?
Is this some sort of revenge plot? Well the last fucker didn't do it so I'm leaving a surprise for the next guy? Are you really this shallow that this is your line of thought?
Are you pretending to care for the environment and not wanting to waste all that water with the extra flush? Probably not because as you're leaving my store you just threw your cigarette butt onto the pavement and left your fucking Slurpee container on the ground instead of finding a trash can to dispose of it.
So, if you're a random stranger don't give me a funny look when I'm addressing you with my dick in my hand (still frontward facing though) and telling you to stop being a lazy asshole and flush.
If you're an employee don't get pissed off if I happen to tell others that you're too fucking lazy to flush in an attempt to shame you into doing it next time (and every other time after that). Jesus Christ people - last time I didn't flush the fucking toilet was when I used the outhouse and even then I still tried to find the handle.
I hate all of you, lazy good for nothing cock suckers.
Have a great night
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Ranting and Power Naps
So today at my retail job it was the last day of one of my friends. This annoyed me for several reasons. 1st she is a great person to have around who has a vast knowledge of the company and how to do things and what to do in most situations. 2nd I just really like talking to her. She has helped me a lot when it comes to staying motivated going through Dealing School and what not and she also helped to get me excited for it all again.
My problem comes here. This store has lost a few good employees who have moved on to go elsewhere. Some to other stores and some to other companies. The varying degree of respect that our Management team gives (no consistency) is what I hate the most.
For instance, we lost one of our best specialists. This person would help out any department necessary, she would never refuse to help a customer, she was just an all around great employee. When she transferred to another store there was a quick mention "Oh by the way this is She-Ra's last day, everyone wish her luck on her future endeavors."
Next went an OK employee who just happened to work in a high volume department. He had great sales numbers but he didn't really help out elsewhere. He wasn't someone you could turn to in order to help with any issues and he wasn't likely to sell in departments that weren't within his immediate eyesight. However when he left there was a party and a manager bought cake and ice cream, passed around a "good luck" card for everyone to sign. Kind of a big difference in the way things were handled just because one was a big seller.
So today was the last day of my friend. She has been with the company nearly 10 years, has been a salaried manager before and is currently a department manager. She opened the store that we work in (over 3 years ago) and has known some of these employees for a while. There was not a single mention of her leaving other than by some employees who are going to miss her. Management didn't say a word. There was no card, cake nor ice cream. There wasn't even a "we wish you luck on your future job." Just a silent "get the fuck out of here" basically and this really disheartens me.
I'd like to think that being a member of management would have at least entitled her to have the other managers do something for her even if it was just minor like a "good luck" card. But nothing. Less than an hour after she was out the door one of the Senior Managers approached me and asked me if I knew that it was her last day, I said that I did. Then he asked me if I was going to be putting in for her job and I said that I highly doubt it.
So, gone is another employee, a friend, a valuable resource for the store. Gone with no fan fair. I'm going to miss her presence in the store and the store is going to miss her ability to help virtually everywhere and everyone.
Now using this sentence to transition into topic number 2 for the day (huh-huh-huh-huh I said number 2)...
I got the call from the Casino that my background check had come back and asking if I was still interested in the position. I exclaimed FUCK YEAH in my head but verbally left out only the fuck part. I was given my rate of pay and scheduled my first week of work and other such fun stuff that technically started today.
Today I had to go to HR so that I could get some paperwork in order to get my gaming card. Tonight I have to fill out an online application and tomorrow I have to go get finger printed.
Friday I have to turn this paperwork in with a money order for $75 (for the gaming card - it's Nevada's tax to work in the casino essentially) and because HR will not be there I have to drop it into the drop box outside their office.
(Side Story - I'm leaving the HR office and walking back to an elevator to get back to the casino area and a security guard walks by me, smiles but keeps walking. About 15 seconds later he finally decides to actually do his job. "Hey, you there." I stop and turn around. "Do you work here?" Nope - Just planting bombs and hoping to make it out of here before they blow).
Now, because of an orientation that I have to attend on Weds I had to rearrange my retail schedule a bit. I talked to my HR and she agree'd to let me work Saturday and take off Weds.
At the Casino I have a 2 hour HR thing on Tuesday. I'm going to have to take a long lunch from my retail job in order to accommodate that, but I'm going to tell them I have a Dr Appt and I'm sure no harm no foul.
Weds from 9-4 I have orientation at a different casino in one of their clubs. Then on Thursday and Friday I get my first taste of the lime-lights! I get my first two "training" shifts where I get to learn rules and procedures on the clock at live tables. Pretty damned exciting right there.
I asked about how many days I'd normally get per week and was told 3-4 normally. However in May, because of a big promotionthey we are running, I'd probably get 4 every week because they are expecting to be busy. Then after that it would rotate between 3 days one week and 4 the next.
So, what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to be damned exhausted. May is going to be a killer month and the only way I'm going to survive is power naps and 5 Hour Energies.
While it will be hell until I get used to it and get used to working doubles and working 72 hours some weeks, I am looking forward to the money and being able to shed the last few pounds of debt that I currently have.
I'm hoping that I only have to do that for 2 months at the most. There is one thing that I'm working on taking care of that basically requires me to stay at my retail job full time and once that is dealt with I can then feel free to step down to part time and make my life easier.
I'll stay part time mainly because I need the insurance. My prescriptions are too expensive to cover on my on and I'm a fat kid with asthma - all asthmatics should have health insurance.
This was long so thank you all for reading this far.
Thank you all for coming here daily and reading the shit that flows through my fingers.
Thank you all for your encouraging words as I was going through class. After I failed my first audition. That day my thumb broke through the TP while I was wiping.
Thank you all for allowing me into your worlds.
My life is about to change and it's pretty exciting.
My problem comes here. This store has lost a few good employees who have moved on to go elsewhere. Some to other stores and some to other companies. The varying degree of respect that our Management team gives (no consistency) is what I hate the most.
For instance, we lost one of our best specialists. This person would help out any department necessary, she would never refuse to help a customer, she was just an all around great employee. When she transferred to another store there was a quick mention "Oh by the way this is She-Ra's last day, everyone wish her luck on her future endeavors."
Next went an OK employee who just happened to work in a high volume department. He had great sales numbers but he didn't really help out elsewhere. He wasn't someone you could turn to in order to help with any issues and he wasn't likely to sell in departments that weren't within his immediate eyesight. However when he left there was a party and a manager bought cake and ice cream, passed around a "good luck" card for everyone to sign. Kind of a big difference in the way things were handled just because one was a big seller.
So today was the last day of my friend. She has been with the company nearly 10 years, has been a salaried manager before and is currently a department manager. She opened the store that we work in (over 3 years ago) and has known some of these employees for a while. There was not a single mention of her leaving other than by some employees who are going to miss her. Management didn't say a word. There was no card, cake nor ice cream. There wasn't even a "we wish you luck on your future job." Just a silent "get the fuck out of here" basically and this really disheartens me.
I'd like to think that being a member of management would have at least entitled her to have the other managers do something for her even if it was just minor like a "good luck" card. But nothing. Less than an hour after she was out the door one of the Senior Managers approached me and asked me if I knew that it was her last day, I said that I did. Then he asked me if I was going to be putting in for her job and I said that I highly doubt it.
So, gone is another employee, a friend, a valuable resource for the store. Gone with no fan fair. I'm going to miss her presence in the store and the store is going to miss her ability to help virtually everywhere and everyone.
Now using this sentence to transition into topic number 2 for the day (huh-huh-huh-huh I said number 2)...
I got the call from the Casino that my background check had come back and asking if I was still interested in the position. I exclaimed FUCK YEAH in my head but verbally left out only the fuck part. I was given my rate of pay and scheduled my first week of work and other such fun stuff that technically started today.
Today I had to go to HR so that I could get some paperwork in order to get my gaming card. Tonight I have to fill out an online application and tomorrow I have to go get finger printed.
Friday I have to turn this paperwork in with a money order for $75 (for the gaming card - it's Nevada's tax to work in the casino essentially) and because HR will not be there I have to drop it into the drop box outside their office.
(Side Story - I'm leaving the HR office and walking back to an elevator to get back to the casino area and a security guard walks by me, smiles but keeps walking. About 15 seconds later he finally decides to actually do his job. "Hey, you there." I stop and turn around. "Do you work here?" Nope - Just planting bombs and hoping to make it out of here before they blow).
Now, because of an orientation that I have to attend on Weds I had to rearrange my retail schedule a bit. I talked to my HR and she agree'd to let me work Saturday and take off Weds.
At the Casino I have a 2 hour HR thing on Tuesday. I'm going to have to take a long lunch from my retail job in order to accommodate that, but I'm going to tell them I have a Dr Appt and I'm sure no harm no foul.
Weds from 9-4 I have orientation at a different casino in one of their clubs. Then on Thursday and Friday I get my first taste of the lime-lights! I get my first two "training" shifts where I get to learn rules and procedures on the clock at live tables. Pretty damned exciting right there.
I asked about how many days I'd normally get per week and was told 3-4 normally. However in May, because of a big promotion
So, what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to be damned exhausted. May is going to be a killer month and the only way I'm going to survive is power naps and 5 Hour Energies.
While it will be hell until I get used to it and get used to working doubles and working 72 hours some weeks, I am looking forward to the money and being able to shed the last few pounds of debt that I currently have.
I'm hoping that I only have to do that for 2 months at the most. There is one thing that I'm working on taking care of that basically requires me to stay at my retail job full time and once that is dealt with I can then feel free to step down to part time and make my life easier.
I'll stay part time mainly because I need the insurance. My prescriptions are too expensive to cover on my on and I'm a fat kid with asthma - all asthmatics should have health insurance.
This was long so thank you all for reading this far.
Thank you all for coming here daily and reading the shit that flows through my fingers.
Thank you all for your encouraging words as I was going through class. After I failed my first audition. That day my thumb broke through the TP while I was wiping.
Thank you all for allowing me into your worlds.
My life is about to change and it's pretty exciting.
Tuesday, May 01, 2012
Tonight's Festivities
Back to work today and it was quite a busy one. No one had touched my office since I left on Friday and there was a lot of stuff that needed to be done.
1st and foremost I had to start looking for potential issues caused by people being lazy and cut them off at the path if possible and oddly enough there were a few and they were all right out in the open.
One of the fun things about the system we have at work is that a lot of our installed sales actually auto-fax to our installer. However, you'll notice that I didn't say all of them.
Another fun thing is that we let the customer know that the installer has two business days to contact them (provided we aren't waiting for the product to arrive) and of course the customers only hear what they want. So, take both of those things and add into the mix that good old uncle grrouch wasn't there over the last 3 days and what do you get?
Angry people.
We install water softeners and with those we have a special contract that needs filled out and faxed over (not in the computer, completely manual) and because of that these installs do not auto-fax.
So, I arrive to work on Tuesday to see that we have sold 5 of these since last I graced my office. Two of them on Friday. NONE of them were faxed because we can't actually expect sales people to follow through and do anything that they can to make sure that their customer gets taken care of. No, the simple art of faxing a few pieces of paper over to the installer to help avoid any situations is too much to expect of a bunch of lazy, good for nothing specialists. Instead - this is someone else's job and just leave it. The great thing is I got to field a few phone calls from cranky customers wondering why in the hell they have not been contacted yet, etc. Without saying "Your sales person doesn't give a fuck about the sale after they have your money" I get to come up with some lame excuse and then start calling installers asking for favors.
"Hey, I know that I just faxed this to you 20 minutes ago, but It really sold 4 days ago and my associates are lazy bastards. Could you Plugheeze contact the customer today? This hour? As soon as I get off the phone with you?
I love it.
And then there I was, six minutes until I got to punch out and go home. Manager walks into my office and hands me a phone and says "hey, could you be MOD while the Manager meeting is going on?"
grrouch: "But it's time for me to go home in 6 minutes"
Mngr: "that's ok - one of the department heads will be out in just a few minutes, they can take the phone from you."
1 hour 15 minutes later the Dept Heads leave the meeting. I know the receiving guy is going home so I don't say anything to him. I approach one "Hey, I need you to take the phone and play MOD till the meeting is done"
"Sorry bro, I'm scheduled to leave right now so I can't"
I approach #2 "Hey, you - Phone - MOD - Now"
"Nope, I'm clocking out and going home"
And #3 "Yo baby pops, you wanna hold onto this phone and love it long time"
"I can't, they told me to go to lunch since I'm hitting my 6th hour"
So, not a single Department Manager cared enough to help out and take one for the team and instead the stupid grrouch gets an extra two and a half hours of work to make sure that everything runs smoothly on the phone while the Managers all sit in an office and stroke each others ego's or whatever the hell it is that they really do for 3 hours.
Good news is that I'll be leaving early on Friday.
Better news is that it's almost Beer Thirty.
1st and foremost I had to start looking for potential issues caused by people being lazy and cut them off at the path if possible and oddly enough there were a few and they were all right out in the open.
One of the fun things about the system we have at work is that a lot of our installed sales actually auto-fax to our installer. However, you'll notice that I didn't say all of them.
Another fun thing is that we let the customer know that the installer has two business days to contact them (provided we aren't waiting for the product to arrive) and of course the customers only hear what they want. So, take both of those things and add into the mix that good old uncle grrouch wasn't there over the last 3 days and what do you get?
Angry people.
We install water softeners and with those we have a special contract that needs filled out and faxed over (not in the computer, completely manual) and because of that these installs do not auto-fax.
So, I arrive to work on Tuesday to see that we have sold 5 of these since last I graced my office. Two of them on Friday. NONE of them were faxed because we can't actually expect sales people to follow through and do anything that they can to make sure that their customer gets taken care of. No, the simple art of faxing a few pieces of paper over to the installer to help avoid any situations is too much to expect of a bunch of lazy, good for nothing specialists. Instead - this is someone else's job and just leave it. The great thing is I got to field a few phone calls from cranky customers wondering why in the hell they have not been contacted yet, etc. Without saying "Your sales person doesn't give a fuck about the sale after they have your money" I get to come up with some lame excuse and then start calling installers asking for favors.
"Hey, I know that I just faxed this to you 20 minutes ago, but It really sold 4 days ago and my associates are lazy bastards. Could you Plugheeze contact the customer today? This hour? As soon as I get off the phone with you?
I love it.
And then there I was, six minutes until I got to punch out and go home. Manager walks into my office and hands me a phone and says "hey, could you be MOD while the Manager meeting is going on?"
grrouch: "But it's time for me to go home in 6 minutes"
Mngr: "that's ok - one of the department heads will be out in just a few minutes, they can take the phone from you."
1 hour 15 minutes later the Dept Heads leave the meeting. I know the receiving guy is going home so I don't say anything to him. I approach one "Hey, I need you to take the phone and play MOD till the meeting is done"
"Sorry bro, I'm scheduled to leave right now so I can't"
I approach #2 "Hey, you - Phone - MOD - Now"
"Nope, I'm clocking out and going home"
And #3 "Yo baby pops, you wanna hold onto this phone and love it long time"
"I can't, they told me to go to lunch since I'm hitting my 6th hour"
So, not a single Department Manager cared enough to help out and take one for the team and instead the stupid grrouch gets an extra two and a half hours of work to make sure that everything runs smoothly on the phone while the Managers all sit in an office and stroke each others ego's or whatever the hell it is that they really do for 3 hours.
Good news is that I'll be leaving early on Friday.
Better news is that it's almost Beer Thirty.
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