Winterman's Query

Winterman over on T2V recently asked the Board where I currently deal in Las Vegas. I thought it would give me a good excuse to refresh everyone's memory about the circuitous route that I've taken around Sin City since I first arrived 2 and a half years ago!

I broke in here. It was a classy joint! But after I left after 7 weeks, everyone was so crestfallen that they tore the whole place down and built the Eastside Cannery in its place.

In a move that still baffles me, I sought refuge from the $1 craps table at Nevada Palace and got a job at the mecca of break-in joints, the El Cortez. However, less than 24 hours before my first shift at the Elco, another opportunity presented itself and I called-in telling them that I would be a no-show the next morning. At Elco, they are so used to this happening that the employee has to pay $50 for their drug test and will be reimbursed after a set period of time working. Since they kept my $50, I kept my nametag as a momento. I just wish I had the balls to tell them to print "Tommy Boy" instead of "Robert" on the tag!

Believe it or not, I also passed an audition and was on my way to starting at the Fitz as well. My plan was to quit Nevada Palace and work both the Fitz AND Elco for a while until something better came along.

The day before my start at Elco, which was also the day after my drug test at the Fitz, Sunset Station in Henderson called me in for an audition. I passed the audition and they offered me the job on the spot! At the time, it appeared to be a phenomenal opportunity. Above you can see the actual tables that I dealt on for nine months of my life. I told Elco and the Fitz to forget it and started at Sunset not long after. Nevada Palace found out and served me with resignation papers the day after my audition. I thought that was a bulls**t move on their part, but I didn't care. I just knew I'd be escaping from Boulder Highway forever!!! Uh, wait a minute....

Nine months after starting at Sunset, they inexplicably hired a whole bunch of dealers away from Palace Station, made them full-time (competely passing over all extra board dealers like myself) and then completely f****d over me and about 17 other extra board dealers by laying us off....claiming they were over-staffed!!! So once again, anyone who is thinking about spending a dime at any Station property, DON'T! They suck monkey balls!

Apparently, the folks at Station casinos felt bad for me and some of my fellow dealers, so they did some of us a "favor" by retroactively transferring us to Boulder Station, which as you can guess, is located conviently in the slums of Boulder Highway. I spent about two months at Boulder Station dealing to the same damn degenerates that were flushed out of Nevada Palace when it was torn down. Unlike Nevada Palace though, I had the pleasure of dealing to pieces of s**t gangbangers who would roll into the casino around midnight every night drinking their Corvoisier, smoking their disgusting black 'n' mild cigars while propping themselves to death and stiffing the dealers. Boulder Station is where I truly started to learn to hate people! I would not have been a dealer very much longer if I had stayed there. I would have either quit, or more likely, done something to get fired.

Forunately, something better came along. This could possibly be a picture of me floor supervising at work last night. My employment may or may not currently reside on the 52nd floor of the Palms casino.