They call me the workin' man

So I guess that's what I am!

Yesterday marked the end of the first 40-hour work week since my last days at Nevada Palace! I can't say that it was an outwardly tough week, although I was on dice the entire 40 hours with no "vacations" over on the 5 dollar blackjack shoe games that I got every once in a while when working the 4am-noon shift. The nice thing about working dice overnight is that there is usually a lull between 4am and 9am when the table is primarily dead, which lets me get caught up on the latest dirt around the casino and do some general bs'ing with my fellow dealers (which can be both good or bad, depending on who's on the table with me). The latest dirt you ask? Well, not only are we running without a Director of Table Games right now, but the entire casino's general manager (the big cheese, the head honcho, etc.) was supposedly canned last Friday. So the person in charge, whoever you are, can we PLEEEEEEEASE where our football jerseys to work next week??? PLEASE!

The eight hour work-days at the casino still feel pretty short to me most of the time, especially when you consider I would spend upwards of 12-14 hours at work while back in Bowling Green during the busy weeks! However, working 40 hours at my current place consistently could take some getting used to once/if I become full-time, especially after the impending shift change that occurs when going full-time. I'm just glad my paycheck will get a little boost next week with the trip back home and road-trip to Purdue looming.

After a good week of work I actually joined a couple co-workers yesterday afterwards for some general tomfoolery and football watching at the local watering hole. Although money is still tight, I invested a little less than a day's wages and had a grand ole time, as evidenced by more than a few "drunk calls" that I'm sure many who are reading this post are well aware of. To put everyone's mind at ease, the rumors of my troubles with Johnny Law are greatly exaggerated!

On a completely unrelated note though, I have begun to write a song which could stand as the theme song for the travel2vegas "Notsoberfest" coming up about a month from now. It's still a work in progress, but should try to be sung in a generic country/western style.

Out of the strip club and into the street,

no sense in hidin' it or bein' discreet.

But I'm walking home after settling my tab,

'cause you gotta wear pants to ride in that cab.

Oh you gotta wear pants to ride in a cab,

even comin' home fresh after passin' rehab.

I'm still feeling down, forlorn and real bad,

'cause I've done been forced to wear pants in your cab.

Ideas for additional stanzas would be very welcome by one and all!