Translation – Back in the Box! I hit the box dealing Monday night. It has been my game plan for about a week. I’ve been through all of the twisted scenarios of reasons to deal and reasons not to deal, running them constantly side by side and weighing all of my possibilities including sanity, pocket change, lifestyle, and a few hundred other things for almost a year now. Thanks to the UIGEA, internet poker has hit a slowing trend. Thanks a lot you assholes in Washington -I hope someone cuts a big giant fucking hole in your retirement plan too. Time to deal, time to leave my retirement plan behind for a bit, but I’m not giving up.

I put on my ugly little dealer shirt and zipped across the city, knowing I was going to go into dealer mode full swing.

I only made it through four and a half hours before I hit the time clock. I started with the determination to work my full eight hour shift but by the time the room started breaking down and I was looking at an hour break before my next game or hitting the time clock, I chose the clock.

Tuesday night…I looked at the line-up and a big X stood by my name. I could leave. SHIT! Cold sweat. Stay or go, stay or go, stay….

I stayed. I made it a whole eight hours. My body is ready to kill me right now but I did it. I really can deal an eight hour shift. And it’s so bizzare, how easy it is to deal and just sit back and throw cards at players and they throw money at my pocket. SWEET! I forgot how easy it is. More tomorrow, after my dead tired bones have had a chance to recuperate.