Ups and downs of being a dealer.
A few days ago I got in early, sit down to eat a snack in the break room and the boss comes in and yells out, anyone who hasn't started, I need bodies for the dealers choice tourney. I leaped out of my seat. Got a table, and then dealt mix games for the next nine hours. It was by far the coolest day I've had in the past three years. I got to deal to seiever again. A handful of pros. And my last two tables was like a blast from the past with chip jett, Todd Bronson and Huck seed.
Then last night, I got into the deep stack tourney. I was eyeing the string and break levels and calculated I would hit the dinner break perfectly and get 2 free downs of just chilling by myself. Super excited. Then literally 3 minutes before a dealer was going to tap me out so I could continue on with my string, a floor breaks my table. When you're table breaks, you become "homeless" and need to get rerouted somewhere entirely different. Bad beat number one...
Then I go to the DC desk and the guy recognizes me as a descent dealer and sends me back to the Paris to get into the deuce to seven single draw. Now I'm happy again. Fun and easy mix game to deal. So walk all the way back to Paris, and the DC over there says, sorry. I don't need anymore mix dealers. But there is a PLO satellite in horseshoe. Bad beat number two. So then I walk back to the horseshoe. Get seated in a dead spread with two more dead spreads to follow... Still bummed. But at least I get some paid quite time, right? WRONG. after 15 minutes another floor comes and picks up all the chips and says we are closing this table. FML. bad beat number three. By this time I'm over it and ask to leave.
Still six weeks to go. I do have a funny story about Huck seed I'll share later.