Of all the jobs people at my table could have...October 27th, 2019 at 5:28:04 am
Working a Halloween house party at the BJ table. People are talking and the general rule is don't get involved much, but woman said she was a actuary. Never had one at a table before.
I asked if she knew who Mike was. She had no idea. Now, to me that is kind of like a football player not knowing who Tom Brady is, so I mentioned the baby name claim to fame.
Now she is intrigued and I come off like I am the guy who knows Tom Brady. So I had to explain I just knew him online.
Wiz, if you get a groupie from this blame me.
Casino party night at a casino?June 22nd, 2019 at 8:13:01 pm
Never thought it would happen, but a casino party night right at the casino. Not in the gaming area, in one of the ballrooms. But yes, same building. I was amazed that the casino allowed this to happen. Of course we had a few jokes about the whole thing. Still amazed. Considering I have been in places in another state where they did not allow casino-style games because the gaming authority had a lottery terminal on site, that there was no issue was a surprise.
I ask security where the ballrooms are, I was not sure. So he asks me what I am here for. I had to tell a guy standing in front of a casino that I am looking for the casino party night. What has my life become?
Need to know, am I too old?June 9th, 2018 at 2:49:10 pm
Here is the setting. Adult guy having a birthday party, half-a-pool party. I'm on craps. Starts well enough, teaching people how to play. Usual craps dealer messing with them just enough. It was some kind of a prize because they charged for chips, which we have no involvement in.
Then she comes to the table. She is young. She's hot. She's blonde. She'd wearing a bikini top and one of those beach skirts women wear.
And she is annoying the hell out of me. Betting whatever. Cheering "COME ON. PASS!" "COME ON DON'T PASS!" just all kinds of things that make no sense. Just the kind that personifies "dumb blonde." The birthday host was at my table though I didn't know who he was. I think he senses my mood as he made half a crack when she left after a few minutes. Had no clue what was going on other than dice being thrown. And yes, when it was her turn to throw she asked about taking all 5.
Am I over the hill for just wanting her to go play Roulette?
Remembering how hard it wasApril 12th, 2018 at 3:23:40 pm
Every now and then I get asked about casino school, even this many years later. Last week a fellow party dealer asked. I think you have to go to the community college system now, but the learning will be the same. She has been laid off and I guess needs a carer change.
I can talk about it for hours, but had just a few minutes before the gig. So I tell what I can about cheque handling. I show how to cradle them and mention that if you cannot cradle 20 at a time don't even bother. Then I show how to size in. I am not the best, but I would say I am as good as a casino level dealer with a few months under their belt. I say, "you gotta practice this" and size 10 stacks of 2. To me it is a warm-up exercise.
Well. She has one of those, "I gotta learn THAT?!" looks on her face. So I show her slower. We take our tables and I see her trying to practice. I stop her as she is doing it totally wrong, probably how I started but could not do now. Told her don't practice bad form as you just get good at doing it wrong.
I then just showed her how to cradle. Said, "just do this for now." She kind of got it. If I work with her again I will help more if asked. Too bad I cannot side hustle a training gig.
But I look back, I remember how hard it was to do this right. Years later it is just habit. New players, mostly female, watch your hands in awe when you do it right. Just call it one more casino thing I look at how little I knew 10 and 20 years ago vs. now.
Did I spend my time learning something useful?
Still more random thoughts dealing parties.February 17th, 2018 at 8:27:47 pm
If there is interest or even if there is not I may post my thoughts on dealing these parties for 10 years. Meanwhile, part of me wonders if the real dealers get as cynical as I can get.
Woman tonight has a soft 12. I call out "12!" She mentions she thought A was 1 or 11. So I say, "OK, fine, 12 or 22!" She gives a friendly "ooops!" In a casino I would have been fired on my tap out for sure!
Another woman has three As in her hand, adding to a soft 20. Do the math for the other cards. I call out the whole way, "9 or 19, 10 or 20!" She hits and gets a 3. I call out "13!" She seems to realize what she did, and her man explains it. I say, "sorry, too late now." Partly because it is a fundraiser, partly because, well, I mean, I called out '20' and she still hit!
Another guy blows thru his 5 chips. His woman asks why he lost all his chips. He shrugs while I think to myself, "because he does not know the game!"
I keep getting questioned about when an A is in the hand. Sorry to say it is 99% females who ask. But say it is A-5. I say, "6 or 16." Two variations happen. Either they say, "6, hit!" or "16 stand!" as if I would only count it as 6, or they ask, "how do you know which it is?"
If I snap at this one day, and I get one BJ dealer on the jury, would I walk?