This is – as promised – a follow up of the post from yesterday. Yup…still grouching. The following are the events that led up to my pushing into the game behind David:

BEGIN DAVID***

Here’s the story:

I pushed into table #6 and found a five-handed $20-$40 half-kill Omaha eight or better game. Four of the five were regulars: Jay, Mark, Tan Le, a stranger, and a regular who’s name I don’t know (he’s the one who was in the six seat and wears a leather vest–white male, about 55-60).

I asked for the time and was met with a polite directive that I was to “take the time from the first killed flop”. We know that this game requires that each player pay his/her own time. But, I’ll let it go–I’m just not in a fightin’ mood.

Well, as luck would have it, the first hand we see the flop. There is a bet but no call: the pot has $80 pre-flop, a $20 bet and no call. Following their directive I start to push the pot and the group (in concert) invites me to take the time NOW. I’m thinking that I just didn’t hear them correctly. What do I know. . .I’m just a dealer.

OK. Take the time, push the pot, move the button. Scramble, shuffle up and move along. But wait, there’s more.

Four of the five (not including the winner, of course) point out that I forgot to put out the Kill button. At this point I check the sign to see if I’ve missed something. I tell the collective that there was only $80 in the pot, well short of the required $250 for a Kill.

At this point Mark tells me that the guys decided, in the interest of creating more action in their short game, to use the structure we use in the $80-$160 game: Time from the pot and a Kill on any flop.

Now I really don’t care what they’re doing. Whatever the group wants to do and that management will let me do, I’m willing to do it. I know this is not right, so I’m going to get Boba to OK it. I’m not about to tell a customer “No”, so I use the trick of calling over a floorperson and let them tell ’em.

I called Boba over and asked him to change the table sign to reflect the “new” table rules. Specifically, the sign says “1/2 Kill on $250.” A two-inch piece of white tape would make everything A-OK with me, management, and the gaming commission’s agents. Boba, always perturbed with Omaha headaches, comes over a declares that “this isn’t the game we play at Bellagio”. These guys are welcome to stay and play the house’s version of the game but are not welcome to make up their own variations.

As Boba RUNS away before the flack starts to blast, all I get is “Thanks a lot, David.”

“Yeah, thanks!”

“We been playin’ like this for two and a half hours! No one’s complained. How come you got to complain?”

I offered no comment–nothing I could have said would have pleased them. Nothing.

Instead I just dealt the game. I came out of there with $4 dollars. Fifteen hands–four dollars. And they came from Tan and Mark, both are guys I’ve worked with for years.

As for my feelings: like I said before, I really don’t care what they’re doing. Whatever the group wants to do and that management will let me do, I’m willing to do it. I don’t care what the rules are. Just tell me the rules–I’ll follow them.

I don’t really know who I’m more disappointed with: dealers or players.

As for dealers–do your damn job. You know how it is following some dealers. They let the game go to hell and you have to come in and get it back on track. And the worst part is I can be stereotyped by the actions of the incompetent dealers on out staff. There are times when players start to correct me before I even come close to making a mistake. My first reaction is to be insulted. But then I have to think of the incompetents in our midst who have screwed up this guy’s cards before. And then that’s when I soften up and start to think, maybe this guy’s just doing the right thing and looking out for his interests.

As for players:

This is where I was going to write a couple of paragraphs bitching about players. But that’s not right. These players come in and spend good money for the privilege. WE are the professionals. WE are the one who have to accommodate THEM. If we don’t let our rules be known and if we don’t enforce our rules in a consistent manner, then it is our fault–not a player’s. I accept that players will take shots, bending rules to the breaking point. I also accept the responsibility to see that the rules are enforced fairly and consistently. I only wish my co-workers were as diligent as I think I am.

I can’t control them–I can control me. That’s my strategy and I’m stickin’ to it!

END DAVID***

When I sat down, Kenny – 1s, Tan – 2s, Guy in the vest – 5s, Stranger – 6s, a walker in the 7s. I announced “Time Pot!” The four players threw out $5 each and the “Walker” appeared. It was Mark. We dealt with him at the Mirage some years back and he’s been in gaming for quite some time – possibly only as a player now but he’s dealt and knows the dealer’s POV. Guess that’s why this is so unexpected from him. He was having a fit. It all had to do with David, the dealer I pushed.

The gist of his irritation was that the ‘house’ would not allow them to play the game with the format they wanted. But his main irritation was with David. The guy in the vest chimed in with Mark and seconded all of the points Mark made for them to be able to have the game the way they wanted it…it went on and on…punctuated with the fact that neither the vest nor Mark were going to tip David again.

Why? Because he did what every dealer should do…his job. He did what the first dealer should have done when the players first talked about changing the game, he called the Floor.

The vest stated that he tipped a lot (which he does, he’s consistent and never fails to tip and we really appreciate him for it) and “…he will never see another tip from me…”

Mark was throwing in his two cents worth and was so upset that he just couldn’t play anymore (although the other players asked him to stay) and he was going to talk to David away from the table about the mistake that David had made by DOING HIS JOB!

What the hell is going on here…stupid dealer…doing your job? Why? You mean you have work ethics and moral standards…idiot! Slap…smack…kick…better yet, no tips for you! If you do your job right, the same way every time, it might mean you are protecting me – the player – but what do I care…let me threaten you with loss of income and berate you while I’m doing it because you wouldn’t bend the rules for me!

Kamell (swing supervisor) walked up to the table and the conversation continued with the players taking the stance that if they were playing high limit, they could do anything they wanted. Kamell told them that just last week, he’d been called for a decision just like this one in a high limit game. He told them no too. He tried to explain the reason for consistency in having a standard game ran the same way all the time.

Mark left and the conversation continued for a few moments longer. With Kamell standing at the table, I butted in, “David shouldn’t be blamed for something that someone else allowed to happen. The real problem is the dealer that allowed it to happen to begin with instead of calling for a decision.”

Kamell said, “Well, no kidding.”

I was really hoping that it would register, to everyone left at the table, that David was only doing his job. Kamell left, I dealt, they played. But Mark returned for one last stab…to tell the others that he knew for a fact that in high limit the players could do whatever they wanted. Ugh! Mark forgot what it’s like to work in the industry.

Working in the industry is not just from the house’s side. Players work at it too but sometimes they forget why rules are made. They also forget that rules work best if they are enforced. Letting someone slide and enforcing it for others just doesn’t cut it.

Grouching. I hate it when we don’t cover all procedures and protocol in any poker room…make those procedures known to all new dealers coming in…work on it ’til our brains dry up and blow away…just to make the poker environment more relaxed and easy to work in for players and staff – yup, that would definitely include dealers. I don’t know how it can ever possibly be enforced or worked out…remember we are dealing with mankind here…but it would be so sweet just to have the person you’re following in the ‘line up’ knowing and doing their job.

It goes like this:

I hop into a six handed $30-$60 Holdem game on Tuesday night. The player in the 2s has a lot of chips and starts reaching for a rack. It’s his Button and it’s a $6 Time Collection. He’s entitled to play the Button without paying time but then he has to commit to playing and pay or hit the road. He passed on paying time, meaning he’s leaving.

Another player jumps in with, “You can’t leave when you have ‘the rock’!”

The rock? Sounds like a movie with Sean Connery and Nicholas Cage but what it means in poker lingo – chips double the amount of the Big Blind are held together by a rubber band – and in some cases must be put out in front of the player for the next hand but in this case it meant the person that had it, had to Straddle the Big Blind and force the bet to an automatic raise of $60…also allowing the player to have last action – after everyone else called/folded, this player had the option to raise.

I was in shock that this was even going on in this game. It’s not our procedure.

The Button player played the hand and won it and decided to stay for another round – he paid his time. Someone asked what happened if he decided to leave with it. I piped up, “This is not something that’s set out by house rule and no one is bound to play with the rock in this game.”

The 6s stated that they had been playing that way for two hours and he had put the money up to start it.

Skip was handling the podium right by our table and as he paused to look at the game, I nodded at the table and asked, “Are you aware of this?”

He said, “Yes, I know you have seats open.” Woops! He did take another look and disappeared for a few minutes. He came back and informed the table that ‘the rock’ had to come off. Big blustery argument, especially from the guy that started ‘the rock’. The statement was made that another table in the room had it going also.

‘The rock’ definitely came off of the game I was dealing and I got through it with very little hot air blowing in my direction. The 6s ended up leaving a few minutes later…he was unhappy with the house decision.

I can’t help but wonder who the dealer was that let it get started a few hours before, if in fact it did start a few hours before. Two hours seems to be the standard line from poker players when something’s been in progress. But why would the dealer just allow it to happen? Our procedure is that if there is any change in limit/blind/ante, etc., the Floor has to be called to approve the change before it can go into effect.

Look for a continuation of this problem in tomorrow’s post, the dealer this type of thing happened to didn’t escape as easily as I did…sorry but I’m out of time right now.

I’m always startled at the lack of ettiquette in poker. Especially from players that should know better. $30-$60 Holdem, the player UTG raises and turns up K-K with, “I’ve got two kings.”

While I was stating, “You can’t do that – you could ruin another player’s action!” everyone was folding around to the SB who turned over 7-7 and tossed the hand. The BB folded.

How bad is that? It’s horrible. What if the BB looked down to A-A and the player with K-K just ruined all of the BB’s action and play on the hand. The player with K-K stated that that was the only way he could win a pot. Yeah buddy, you just picked up $50 big ones…that’s a pot alright. Another player wanted to see the Flop anyway, I dumped the deck and went to the next hand.

My next game was $15-$30 Holdem and when three of a suit came on the Flop with four way action, a seasoned player asked, “Whose got the Flush?”

I had to go into my ‘strict dealer’ mode and say, “Please don’t say anything while the hand’s in progress.”

He chided me…’everyone knew what might be out there…’

I stood my ground. And about five minutes later, another three of a suit hit the board with seven way action. Another player lipped out about the Flush and once again I had to start with, “Come on. Don’t mention what’s on the board and remind someone what to look for.”

One of the players started to question my statement when two other players jumped in and told everyone that I was right. It’s not about my being right, it’s about the way the game should be played. Zip the lip while the hand’s in progress unless you’re heads up and want to antagonize or question your opponent.

Couldn’t let the night get half way started before I made a mistake. It was in the $20-$40 Omaha 8 or better with a half kill. Full game, lots of action, and Al N. was in the 6s. Double A was there too, in the 9, hadn’t dealt to either one of them in quite some time. The pot got raised and ended up in a raising war between the 4s and the 10s on the Turn and Al called every raise. They all had an Ace Straight but there was a two card flush on the board. Here’s where I get to make the bonehead move.

On the River, the 10s was first to act and bet $40, the 6s raised, Al called, the 10s called and raised it $20 more all-in. The 6s called the $20 and raised it $40 more. Al got flippant at that point and said, “Well let me raise it,” as he threw in a raise. The 6s called and I pulled in all of the money except a small portion of what I thought was the side pot. Trigger the grey matter shuffle…good God…the shuffle isn’t working. For some reason I knew Al had a straight but I didn’t believe both of the other players had one -hence my bonehead move of trying build a side pot instead of leaving the bets in front of them.

Things whipped right into over drive. All three hands were turned up, all three players had a piece of the pot…except I’d taken in too much money from the side pot. Begin noise…add volume…more noise…more volume. Al thought the 6s had taken back his bet and I’d pulled Al’s bet into the pot. Everyone, including me, knew I’d made a mistake but it took me a minute to convince Al that all the money was in the pot. I knew I’d lost it but there were so many people talking at once that I couldn’t begin to figure out where. I finally exclaimed, “Stop it! Everyone just stop it!” They stopped. I looked at Al and asked, “Ok, what do I do?”

Al has been around the poker scene for years and even if it cost him money, he would never lie or try to turn things in his favor. I knew if he told me what to do, it would be right. He stated that I needed to put $80 each in front of him and 6s. I did. They took it back and then I chopped up the main pot three ways…and I apologized.

Yikes! What the hell is going on here? Where did my brain go? Wish I could say I was in a romance blitz or had been drinking or some form of nonsense but I just completely blew it. Hey…maybe it was the damn Card Fairy. Maybe she found a way to cut in the Chip Fairy’s action.

Rock and roll baby! The high limit players are out of town, the room has settled into heaven for the dealer. Only one high mixed game last night – $150-300 on table 2. I dealt it and headed right into $10-20 Blind NLH – a strange incident here and one I can say that has never happened before. It went like this:

Mark was in the 6s and started singing to me when I sat down “Through the years, you’ve never let me down…” He finished with something like, “I sing like shit, don’t I?”

I replied, “It’s always so wonderful to be greeted with song when I come into a game.” *smiles*

The 7s had a ‘sweater’ behind him, she was cute and giving him a rub up and down the head and neck every few minutes – and a few other places…made me wonder what they hell they were doing at the poker table. Well…maybe they were crowd pleasers…that thought ran through my head. He liked to put chips in the pot although he could fold repeatedly also, I’d dealt to him last week and he barely slowed down whether he won the pot or lost it.

The game went into a slow lull and then a little rage of betting between the SB (2s)- BB (3s) and the 7s after the Flop, checked on the Turn, and a $100 bet by the SB on the River. BB and the 7s called. The board was K-Q-8-?-8.

The SB turned over one card – Queen, the BB turned over one card – King, the 7s turned over one card – 4H. As the 7s started to turn over his other card, it did a slight pop – apparantly everyone but me saw the card – and it lit face down. I just turned over the 4H and slipped them both to the muck. As I started to push the pot to the 3s, I got the ‘hey, hey, I had three 8s’ thing. Mark and the players on that end of the table said he did. His cards were laying right on the edge of the muck and I picked them and turned them over. YUP! He did – 8-4 of hearts.

I apologized with, “I’m sorry but you have to turn your cards up for this dealer,” as I redirected the pot to the 7s. He was fine with all of it…everyone else was too because he’s obviously one of the live ones.

I was lost in the gray matter shuffle of what the hell happened there. A few hands later, I mouthed to Mark, “Am I imagining this or did that card pop over and upside down?” I really wondered if I’d fallen asleep in the middle of the hand. Mark said it might be my nightmare. He also said it did pop but it might have only been viewable by his side of the table but he had definitely seen the ‘8’.

A few hours later, I ran into the 7s out in the casino. I stopped him and asked him about it. He said he had only shown the one card because the person who did it first was a friend of his and yes it did pop…followed with how it was not a problem between him and me and the Card Fairy (ok…I’m adding the Card Fairy for additional effect). I felt a little better after that – not that I can’t get lost somewhere while dealing a hand.

Mostly the games were $30-60, $15-30, $4-8 limit holdem and a couple of $2-5 blind NLH games, with the exception of an $80-$160 that was hip-hopping, jump starting, lock and load, get your chips in the pot with action, action, action.

I had three days off and it was hard to come back to slipping into the groove of dealing poker. The mechanical skills are there but at times the mind wanders – hey…mine does anyway.

I have a few young lads that appear at my house (not what you’re thinking so get over it) on Sundays and are learning to deal…thankfully my “PAN” group all play poker too so we are the players while they deal and play. It’s been a lot of fun and gives one a new perspective on the game. Josh, one of the posters on the forum was in attendance this last Sunday. What a riot! He has the makings of a good dealer…we just need to figure out how to tape his mouth shut. If you read any of his posts, you know he’s young and ready to leap and kick…add a quick wit and over active mouth to that. Joshie…you know we loved you! Just zip it, Bud!

The shower awaits…so does POKER, POKER, POKER! See you there.

Yikes! The sands of the hour glass just keep pulling me into the eternal abyss of ‘your time is up’. Hopefully, on the day that my ashes are thrown to the wind over a canyon in Calico Basin or Red Rock, the person throwing them will whisper, “Hey…you did more than your share and realized a thousand visions and dreams in the small time you were allotted on this Earth!”

And then I have to hope that whisper is true. How in the hell can I ever catch up? Time, the most important element we are given in our lives, always escapes me. No matter how hard I try, I can’t accomplish it all. Then we have the people and businesses that waste our time.

The perfect example of that waste would be ‘Dell’, the computer giant on the internet. They have wasted more than two hours of my time right now because I paid off my account with them over six weeks ago – the check was overpayment due to a mortgage company oversight. At the time I sent the check, I instructed them to send me a refund for the credit balance. Three follow up phone calls later and major stress because they want to charge me interest when I owe them but I’m not getting interest from them when they owe me, I’m told the order to pay me was submitted almost a month ago…still no check…must be in the mail. I’m sure I’ll have to make another phone call next week, and the week after that, and the week after that…

The next perfect example is my calling a representative of Rhino Linings, in Vegas, last week and setting an appointment for Saturday morning to have the bed liner sprayed into my truck. Not to worry…I showed up, they didn’t. I waited a half an hour before I gave up. Amazing that I had the money in my hand and their work ethic/standard is so low that they didn’t even show up or call to cancel the appointment. And to make it even more grim, I even called them and got their voice mail, left them a message asking them what happened…no follow up from them to date.

There are a million perfect examples and I would need a million glasses of wine to get through all of it so let me skip onto a medium I understand – poker.

The $4,000-8,000 game has been ‘on’ for the last week or so. They aren’t playing every night – almost every night and day and into the next. It’s quite a point of interest for all the other players in the room. Lots of questions about the players and the game/limit when I’m dealing a $4-8 or $8-16 game. It’s pretty unreal when you stop and think about that amount of money being shoveled back and forth across the table.

The room has quieted down a bit and it’s very pleasant from a dealing point of view. Less noise and confusion and the games are still great…especially the low limit games. Chips rock and roll back and forth across the war zone all day and night.

One particularly cute incident: While dealing $4-8 Holdem, the 5s THREW his cards at the rack. Not because he’d taken a beat, it just appeared that he was overzealous or in the habit of throwing. He was young and I didn’t say anything the first time it happened. The second time it happened, he not only threw them again but he did it four players before it was his turn. I said, “Please wait until it’s your turn to act.”

He candidly replied, “I can throw my cards any time I want.”

I almost spit holding back a laugh as I replied, “First – you are expected to act in turn, wait until the player in front of you acts before you do anything. And second – you cannot throw your cards. Just set them down.”

He did set them down after that and a few minutes later, Eli B. walked up behind him to talk to him. Eli looked at me and exclaimed, “Lucifer – hello Lucy!”

I asked, “How’s it going, Witch?”

We both laughed. We’ve definitely had our share of his card throwing and tantrums over the last 12 or so years. We semi get along when I deal to him now and get along just fine away from the table…other posts in diary pages.

After Eli walked off, I asked the 5s if that was his dad. He replied that it was. Well hell, no wonder this kid knows how to throw cards.

I have the teensiest bit of a primal scream starting somewhere in the back of my brain and it’s been there for the last three hours. I signed the E/O list – was supposed to be out at 1 a.m. but the room was crazy with action, action, action, ‘gaming’, poker – important kind of things that cannot be ignored – and I ended up pushing Table 2 when I was supposed to be long gone. The scream isn’t there because I didn’t get the E/O when I should have – it’s there because of a player on Table 2.

Scotty Nguyen, World Class Player, turned sour in my thoughts a long time ago, was in the 7s. The game was $300-600 Mixed and when I first sat down, he had a lady sitting behind him. He jammed it up in one hand of Omaha 8b and when the hand went to the River, with four players…him included…he pitched his hand and mumbled something about “Linda…dealing…”

A few more hands went by and he played another to the Turn, this time he pitched his cards right at my hands and the rack. He missed! My thought – if you’re going to throw cards at me, make sure you hit me…why waste all the effort? I pulled my hands back and he missed me completely although the cards rattled in the rack. I even half mumbled, “You missed,” as I was dragging in other chips and cards. By now the lovely sitting behind him had left the scene.

Enter a new player, he sat down in the 6s with a stack of $100 bills and announced, “Playing $6,000. I’ll take the blind.”

I called for player’s chips twice. Loudly. The second time, Scotty snorted something like, “He’s got money, he doesn’t need chips. Just deal him in!”

No shit Sherlock. Exactly what I intended to do. Far be it from me to tell the great World Class Player that split games play better with chips than cash.

Daniel Negreanu was in the 5s and I would swear on any stack of Bibles and a few gallons of wine that I have never – repeat never – saw him without that impish grin and bedevilment in his eyes. I just can’t believe this guy ever has a bad day…no matter where he’s at or what he’s doing. He was jamming. He got involved with the 6s on the first hand and won the pot.

By now a Chip Runner arrived and asked if we needed player’s chips. The 6s said he didn’t need them now. The next hand ended up with Scotty and the 6s having a tie for low and Daniel having the high. There were a lot of those crispy critter, brand new, sticking together $100s in the pot and they were hard to pull apart. As I counted them into two stacks (high and low) I thought I’d miscounted and tossed one to Daniel asking him to count it. He did.

At this point in time, as I counted the other stack, Scotty mumbled, “Fucking grandma!”

At the same time, Daniel told me how much was in the stack he counted and I threw a $100 chip to him to make his bills/amount the same as the stack of bills I counted. I set the stack of bills down and Scotty grabbed it, dividing it between himself and the 6s.

By now it was registering…somewhere in the recesses of my brain that he called me a ‘fucking grandma’ but I had let the moment slip past to call for a Floorperson.

As I split up the main pot and pushed the high half to Daniel and started to break down the low half, Scotty barked, “Push it over here and let me divide it.”

For one half of one long second, as I broke the chips into two stacks, I thought about jumping up on the table and kicking him in the throat…instead I held onto both stacks and firmly replied, “Just let me DO MY JOB, Scotty!”

Mike W. was in the 1s and he helped me out with, “She’s got to split the pot, Scotty.”

The 6s pulled out another stack of bills and finally another player chimed in and said, “Get some chips for those bills. It takes forever to chop down a split pot with those in it.”

Ha – ha – ha! Mr. World Class Pro…see…I knew what I was doing when I called for chips.

We moved into Deuce. Daniel bowed out, laughing and chuckling as usual, and went on his way. Scotty won three big pots in a row. Not bad dealing from a fucking grandma now.

As I was getting pushed, Scotty threw a $5 chip off to the side, kind of like it was for me but he didn’t care if I saw it or not. I hated to take it. But truthfully…in our room we always have to be gracious and accept a tip and say, “Thank you!” which I did. I believe I’ll save it and sometime when I pass him away from the room, I’ll throw it to him and remark, “How about if this fucking grandma buys you a drink…you look like you need one.”

His calling me a grandma doesn’t bother me at all. His calling me a fucking grandma irritates the hell out of me because he simply called me a name because I was dealing and he was losing. I’d done nothing wrong, no mistakes, never slowed the game, didn’t have any creep comments come out of anyone but him BECAUSE HE’S A SORE LOSER!

The thing that really irritated me is me. I should have instantly called the floor on his mean mouthed butt and gotten it handled. Geez! I hate next time. I know there will always be one with someone in the room…why the hell can’t they just play poker?

The high limit section was full tonight and a $2,000-4,000 with mixed in little additional limits started up right in front of me. It’s a like a bluff…I’m dealing the low limit section and right in the middle of it is this giant game. Sammy F. – Gus H. – Jim – Ted F. – Minh – and right at the end of my down, Phil I. joined the action.

I missed most of the high limit and thought I’d be skating my way through $4-8, some $15-30, $2-5 Blind NLH, and all that fun and easy stuff and there it was…the big bump in the road. Actually it wasn’t a huge bump, it was pretty easy to deal. I dealt the $500-1,000 Blind PLO and they had a cap of $70,000 on each player. Pot Limit ain’t my strong suit. As soon as they have a pot and one bets the pot and the other raises and now we have to figure out how much he can actually put in to honor the cap – I just sort of look at them and go…”So how much?” It works pretty well for me as none of them give me a hard time.

Sammy was directly across from me and he was giving Gus his phone numbers. Gus was putting them into his cell phone. Sammy stated, “I had to change my numbers…”

I laughed and asked, “Got tired of me calling you, huh?”

Serious as hell, as if we were having coffee and talking a business deal, he replied, “No. It’s just that everyone started calling me.”

Well I had to laugh a little harder…of course I don’t have his numbers and I’ve never tried to call him.

This game was in the corner, table 12, bordered by two $4-8 holdem games. The players in those two games got the show of their lives watching the action unfold with mega millions on the table and the tv stars sitting right next to them. Before I left for the night, Jennifer and Chau had joined the action.

*****

My young friends Ramsey and Justin are in town. They always check in with me, especially Ramsey…he tells me tales of his poker plays, plus we email each other now and then about life in general. They were ramming and jamming it up in a $4-8 game on Tuesday night, right at the end of my shift. They’d played $15-30 all night and were getting ready to go out for a drink with Sirpa, one of our dealers.

The boys hit the $4-8 game to play with their friends and it turned into one of those noisy, slam a shot, raise in the dark, screamer kind of games. That’s where I spent my last down that night. Just as I was entering the game, they were preparing to leave. It was Justin’s Button and they (and all their friends) had vowed to play through their button before they left. That hand got max raised with about six way action. The Flop and Turn found the same chaotic chip action as pre-flop. And on the River, I believe Justin still got four callers as he turned over A-A. They were good. Huge pot!.

They were all doing some kind of shot and the toast, “L-O-V-E-L-Y!” would roar from all their mouths. Who knows what it meant or where it came from. Five of them managed to get racked up and finally left the game and when they went, so did the game. It worked out well for me as I got a double bust out.

Ramsey and Justin were in my first game tonight – $15-30 holdem. Amazing how resilient youth is. They were drinking and laughing, gambling and stacking chips but neither one of them looked as if they’d done anything other than Sandman Land the night before.

I have met some of the most fun people through this site. They read me, then make sure they meet me when they come to Vegas. How cool is that? Better than crunchy p-nut butter and apricot jelly sandwiches. Yummy!

Before I left for Aruba, I met Joe from Florida. He was waiting for me to come to work, and fortunately I got to deal to him. He was in Vegas on business but it was a two fold blessing for him because he was out of the ‘hurricane zone’ and slamming chips at Bellagio. Nice break for him, nice down for me.

Last week, I slipped into a $2-5 Blind NLH game and the 4s asked me if I was ‘the writer’. I said, “Yes!”

He told me he really enjoyed my writing and it was nice to have something to read while he was busy on the net. Chad from Seattle. Aura like a creamy caramel hot chocolate on a cold winter’s day, he was gracious, cute, and fun to visit with. He also loaded chips into my pocket before I left the down so it was profitable and fun. I got out to play shortly after that and I slipped back to visit with him one more time before I left for the night.

There are so many ultra cool people in the poker world. The best part of it is that I get a small glimpse of their lives as they pass my island of green felt and through their emails and exchanges on the Clan Forum – which by the way, there’s a new section for dealer posts. Sure, anyone can post there. But it’s a section for dealers to sound off and hopefully gain some insight.

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Way too many times in my dealing career I’ve listened to people state that poker rules should be standardized throughout the USA. Try not to die laughing because that’s what I’m doing right now as I think about it…the whole USA and all its poker rooms conformed to all situations so the rules and decisions are mandated the same way by every shift boss. Sheesh…yeah, right.

In our room, they can’t even agree on this:

P2 – Button

P1 – just posted BB P3 – just posted SB

P2 leaves.

I – and some of the supervisors – contend that the button moves to P3. P1 posts BB. P3 posts SB as it has now gone to heads-up.

Some of the supervisors argue that a player can never have the BB twice (They are correct – EXCEPT when it goes to heads-up play) so the Button goes to P1.

Try explaining to the supervisors that P3 just paid the BB – then the SB – and it’s now his button. If the button moves to P1 – P3 has to pay 3 blinds in a row before he gets the button….arghhh!

The supervisors stand firmly committed to the fact that a player can never have the Big Blind twice in a row. They won’t get together with a unanimous decision or go to the Card Room Manager. One of them stated that he would ask a few players how the players thought it should go.

Of course, Moi, and the other supervisors that agree with me have been in the industry since the opening of The Mirage – 15 years ago – so there’s no shot in hell that we would know what we are talking about…

This is just one of the points of minor/major confusion in rules and I know it doesn’t just happen in Vegas. How could we ever get one clear cut rule book that everyone followed correctly? I’m willing to wager it can never happen.

I started on 50B. Pretty funny! Usually the worst start in the room is 30B because that means you’re taking a break and heading for Table 1, high limit, more high limit, add triple doses of high limit, and that’s how you’re spending your shift. Since we have 20 tables set up in the pit, I was in exactly the same line-up as 30B. Well what can you do? So one half hour later, I hit Table 1. It was something like $1,500-3,000 or some nonsense that only people not into the reality of working for a living can play.

Phil I. was in the 2s and had a jacket laying on the table in the 1s. He looked up at me as I stood behind the dealer and I asked, “Does this play?” motioning towards the jacket.

He had his usual grin and retorted, “Only if you want it to?”

I laughed, “You’ve always got an answer don’t you!” He does too. Quick on the comeback, great smile.

Barry G. and Phil were playing some kind of ‘other game’ between the two of them. I have no idea what it was. The game was Deuce to Seven and one of them would state they ‘had it’, after looking at their cards, and the other one would throw them two $5,000 chips or four chips or something. Jennifer got into the act for a few hands, one hand they both peeled off four $5,000 chips and threw them to her. Then she opted out because she said Marco was on his way and he wouldn’t understand it.

The game was pretty uneventful and I moved into a mixed game with Sam G. in the 8s. He was carrying on about something to do with the house and why wouldn’t they do this or that and he asked me, “Do you know, Darlin’?”

I told him I had no idea. Funny how sometimes I’m ‘dealer’, sometimes I’m ‘honey’, and sometimes I’m lots of other unspeakables but Sam usually makes me laugh. It’s hard to get upset with his insanity.

The 6s took a walk and Layne Flack jumped in as a play over. Meng La was in the 7s and took a walk. Instantly a play over box went over the chips and Shaun S. sat down.

Sam never slowed down with his jabber and gab and played quite a few hands. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the 5s asked the air, “How long does it take before you know if you have a venereal disease or not? Three days?”

The air failed to answer him and he tried again. The 2s misunderstood him and prodded. The 5s wasn’t bashful at all about asking the question again. The 2s said he’d gotten chlamydia once when he’d been here, he’d had an extreme amount of itching and couldn’t figure out why until he went to a Dr. The 5s said he had someone to go home to and he needed to know before he went home – hell yes he was wearing a wedding ring – and the conversation slid around that for a few moments. I know if I thought I might have something, I would be at my Dr.’s office asking questions, not a group of guys on table 2.

In the meantime, Shaun had just paid both blinds and was now the button and Meng returned. Meng wanted his seat. Shaun refused. They went back and forth in a boisterously, semi-serious, blustering kind of way. Meng told Shaun to get the fuck out of his seat. Shaun told Meng to get fucked. It went on and on with Meng standing over Layne’s shoulder and their voices were pretty loud. Sam and Layne were in a hand of Deuce and the ‘fuck this’ and the ‘fuck that’ was drowning out everything. Finally I asked, “Would you two just be fucking quiet? They are trying to play poker,” as I motioned to Layne and Sam.

It was a crack up. Meng looked at me and started laughing. So did Shaun. But they went right back to it, Shaun telling Meng he would throw Meng’s chips on the fucking floor…etc., etc., etc.

Hey…it was just another night of poker – poker – poker.

When I hit the poker room, GPO, one of the posters on the forum was waiting for me…well…he was playing in a $2-5 Blind NLH game and was looking for me so I’d say he was doing what we all want to do…play while we wait. We met, visited briefly, and I did deal to him a bit later. He made my ‘down’ when I pushed him a pot and he pushed me some ‘red birds’. He told me they were more for this site than the pot but believe me, they were muchly appreciated no matter what they were for. He appeared to be having a great time and was still there when I left for the night. TKS! (thanks) Gregg.

My first down was a $300-600 mixed game with Sam G. in the 8s. There were several walkers. The 3s was an unknown and mixed it up with Sam in several pots…Deuce to 7 was what I sat down to. Olivia was in the 4s. A new face (to me) in the 5s but Sam referred to him as ‘Timbo’.

The first hand I dealt, Sam went to war with the 3s and won the pot. He flipped me $1 for a toke and I thanked him. He won the second hand I dealt without a showdown and told me, “I’d tip you, Dealer, but I had to do all the work myself.”

Hey…this isn’t the first time I’ve heard this from him. I laughed.

A few hands later and he was still going to war with the 3s. They went through bets, raises, calls, and all three draws. Sam checked, the 3s bet, Sam called and showed a Queen. The 3s had paired. Sam snorted, “I make everyone play bad!”

While I dealt the next hand, Sam asked the 5s if he knew anyone that could play better than Sam. The 5s ignored him. Sam prodded, “Do you know anyone that would have played that hand better than I did? And…I’m talking to you, Timbo. I expect an answer.”

The 5s replied, “I know at least 100 people that could have played it better.”

Sam did a dialogue dance on how the 100 people should be lined up to play him heads-up.

It was pretty funny! The rest of the down went by without a hitch. I got pushed.

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Later in the night, I hit $40-$80 7 Card Stud. Karate Don was in the 8s. I hadn’t dealt to him in awhile and I had to refocus on something that hardly ever surfaces…the peer pressure of a player punishing another player in a service industry job. A player threatening me with ‘toke’ suspension because I dealt them off or smiled while I was dealing to them is nothing new but I watched another player get the ‘you work for a living in a service job’ raspberry. Fascinating.

Don was in the 8s and the 2s opened as I sat down. Don had five stacks of chips about 30 high and wanted the 2s. I told him I would push them for him if he wanted. He asked, “Do you know how to do it?”

I just smiled and said, “I think so.”

He retorted, “Only because it’s you, Linda.”

Oh joy, oh yippeee! I get to push the chips…oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Christ! I pushed them down the table to the 2s. The game went on.

The 7s is about six months new to Swing Shift and the $40-$80 Stud game. He’s a player but where/how/when is unkown to me. I just remember him over the last few months. He works at a restaurant across the street. Hell…he’s mentioned it before but I don’t know what the name of it is.

At one point, General Jeff (3s) won a pot and gave Don an ante. The 7s jumped right in, “Linda, I don’t want them anteing each other.”

I said, “No rebates.”

Don landed on that like a duck on a June Bug. “Who objected?”

I replied that it didn’t matter, there were no rebates from now on. Don persisted. The 7s stated that he did. Don had three cows and two calves. “The other night, I gave an ante to you every time I won a pot.”

The 7s replied, “Yes…but you gave it to everyone.”

Don went into a romance with ramble…’what an idiot’…’he was the one that got over $100 from me the other night’…’it was ok then’….

I jumped in. “The bottom line is that there are no rebates allowed now.”

Don slipped into his ‘ultra crafty’ mode…and believe me, he can be deceptively crafty at times.

First he asked me where I lived. I said, “Bellagio. I live under table 16.”

Hell yes, I was trying to make a joke out of a tight situation. Another player asked me if I lived on the upper floor or the lower floor. I said, “Lower floor.” *laughs*

Don threw me $1…”that is for telling me where you live.”

Next came, “What is your zip code?”

I gave him a fictious one. He threw me $1. He then asked me for my area code. I told him. He threw me $1. He asked for my zip code again. Another player answered with some strange number. I repeated the fictious one. He threw me another $1. He asked for my phone number. I said, “No way!”

Everyone laughed. For some reason Don kept throwing me $1 chips as he got into “what happens if we go across the street to eat at the restaurant ‘he’ works at? Are we supposed to withhold any tips because he couldn’t figure out what we were doing at the poker table?”

Don kept insinuating…without saying it…that the 7s was an idiot for getting in the middle of an ante deal.

The air around the table was thick. The 7s wasn’t out of line with his statement but by the time Don kept twisting and turning the fact that the 7s worked at a restaurant across the street and his livelihood might rely on tipping, the air was a little sticky.

I’ve witnessed players try to stick it to dealers because they work for tips but never witnessed a player try to punish another player in the game that might work for tips in another part of the ‘service industry’. Usually the players band together and attack the dealer…not each other.

Strange too was the fact that Don kept throwing me $1 everytime he prodded me with a question that had absolutely nothing to do with anything…oh well! Aint’ poker grand.