December 18th - 2010
Day 2 - 5:05pm
So, last night was a bust. Broke tables (basically move from one game table to the next, giving time for each dealer of four a break for 15 minutes, in a rotation) for blackjack. Didn't feel like dealing poker, and I was readily accomodated by a couple dealers who were eager to sit down at a game and run the tournament.
Had juice... I think I actually typed that in the previous post, but I must have pulled a muscle in my shoulder somethin' fierce. See, it was so painful that it made me nauseous. Couldn't sleep either. Ugh. Well, mananged to get thru till 8:30am, when I finally gave up trying to sleep.
A hot heat-bag, a scalding hot shower, and some stretching later, it finally subsided to a dull ache. Coupled with a much needed nap a couple hours back, I feel better. Not great, but better.
Will get paid tonite for both gigs. Not a bad deal. $130 for 8 hours of work. I wish there were enough of these jobs to live off of. We'll see though. Maybe in the new year there'll be more.
Bowl of Raisin Bran and water again. And a half dozen hard boiled eggs. Yes. That means six.
No coffee as of yet, but I think I'm gunna brew up a pot right now. Otherwise I'll have a migraine mid-tournament... not much fun when there's lotsa chatter, clicking of chips, and light.
Did cave tho last night. My brother gave me three Dead Frog beers. Good stuff. And a few chocolates. Hey... these are the fancy chocolates. Pot of Gold. Yup. Not able to turn those down just yet!
However, no pop! Phew. Day 2. Three?// *crunch* Found that piece of eggshell that I dropped and couldn't find... under the keys, lols! Fixed. Wet Q-Tips work wonders!
Gunna be a loooooooong day tomorrow. Ugh. Anyway. Off to work.
Oh yah, and I did 50 'drop-pushes' last night, and 75 the night before, fergot about that. Basically I stand 3 feet back from the counter, then keeping my body straight and my arms at my sides (hands forward, so my elbows are at my sides when I push back) I drop forward to the counter, catching myself with my hands, then push myself back into a standing position. Hell of a workout for the triceps. Moreso with a hurt shoulder.
Ah well. One thing at a time right?
Right. To "work" with me.
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