Category: Confessions from the Pit
You ever deal for six hours straight and start questioning whether you’re even made of atoms anymore? No? Just me? 🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴🌠🎴 This is what it’s like inside my head behind the table, after the fifth “can you smile?” and the third person in a row asks if it’s my first day because I’m not throwing…
Yes, a lapdog barked at a dealer. No, security wasn’t helpful. Also, how do you ban a dog from a casino? It was a Tuesday (my “Friday”), still getting used to the rhythms of day shift. You know the vibe, 4:12 PM on the clock, but your soul is trapped in an infinite baccarat loop.…
So, you sit down at my table. You smile. You say, “Be gentle, it’s my first time.” And I’m already mentally writing your Yelp review: “Fun energy, didn’t know how to hold cards. Would play with again. Probably shouldn’t.” Look, I love my job. I get paid to flip cards, sass politely, and pretend I’m…
