Buzz Killington

Have you met my friend, Mr. Killington, first name Buzz?

One quick warning: this post will make me look like an unfeeling jackass, but please think twice the next time you sit down at a blackjack table and the dealer just isn't quite as excited to be there as you.

For only getting about 3 hours of sleep last night, I was in a pretty decent mood when I got to work this morning at 3am. The Indians beat the Sox last night to go up 3 games to 1, with a chance to put the series away tomorrow night in Cleveland!

So I tap into a $1o shoe blackjack game right away, and two pretty cool dudes, aided by liquid enjoyment, were joking around with me for forty minutes and putting the dealers up on a hand or two for good measure. When I got tapped out, I began walking toward the break room when I passed an older gentleman with a hat on walking my way. "Good morning, sir", I said with a cheer. The result of that salutation...........3 minutes of how he just came off of chemotherapy and was now bald, as evidenced by the removal of his hat as proof, as if I needed proof! Ugh. Obviously, it was a pretty gloomy break from there on in.

I brushed myself off though, came back from break, and had a decent shift. One jackass did decide to call me a "f*****g vacuum cleaner" and a "piece of s**t", but to be honest, it's nothing I haven't heard back in the day when I was officiating high school football and basketball. A very unfeeling warning put him in his place, and the shift continued.

About half way through the shift though, I heard that one of my favorite fellow dealers was possibly a no-call, no-show. I know he's had some problems at home, so that obviously put me back down on the low end of the roller coaster I was riding this morning.

But no fear, super dealer is here to make your day just a little brighter, provided that there were any players to deal to, which there weren't for about 4 straight hours. 4 hours of staring blankly into space questioning the meaning of existence and whatnot. Also, questioning how to spell whatnot.

The shift mercilessly ended 8 hours after it began, and back to the break room I went for some much deserved food. By this time, I was back in a good mood since my shift was over, my day off had begun, and I was about to fill my tummy with free mediocre cafeteria food. When I sat down, a women was sitting next to me who obviously dealt on day shift. Since I'd never seen her before, I introduced myself. "Hi there" I said, "my name's Rob." The result of that salutation......5 minutes of how she can't really think about looking for another job because her kids are in another state after the divorce and she has to prove certain restrictions associated with her benefits to be able to get them away from their father! Ugh. Fortunately, I had forgotten to punch out right away when my shift ended, so I only had a couple minutes left before I'd be truant in that action. It gave me an obvious reason to get up and leave the room, most of the food going uneaten.

Well, you'd think I'd be able to finally leave work without anyone else forcing the weight of the world upon my shoulders. As I was walking to the parking garage, I started walking with one of my fellow dealers on graveyard, and she mentioned that she just bought a new car. "Cool, let's go check it out", I said. The result of that salutation........I kid you not............three minutes after we got to her car, she explained in detail about how her daughter-in-law died and how her son was struggling taking care of the kids! Uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhh!

It wasn't the most fun I've had at work. However, there is one piece of news, a great and magical piece of news, that has now given my life new meaning and hope! When I first got to work this morning, I realized, with much glee and excitement, that the casino I am working in has gotten NEW CARPET! I now offer proof!