Times, They Are A-Changin'

I don't have a handle on wtf is going on, anywhere.

My cashouts processed, and I have checks coming to my door. The general manager at work got fired today, and she was beloved. Several people took it hard. There were no actual tears shed, but more than one person was misty-eyed when they heard about it. I truly appreciated the district manager staring at me when she broke the news to me. I wanted to tell her, "Pardon me, but I play poker. You can't read my reaction to Kelly's firing from my face. If you'd like to know, I'm a bit surprised, disappointed, and upset about it."

Kelly was a good manager, and not the sum total of what was wrong at our restaurant, but apparently she's the scapegoat. At least two coworkers have quit in protest. Interestingly, they were bartenders. I'll miss Kelly, but I'm not about to quit. So I stand to benefit from the fall-out, so long as the Powers That Be don't decide that all the bartenders need to be swept out. If I stay, I'll be the senior bartender, and I'll see more bartender shifts than anybody else. If I had my way, I'd have two days off a week, and all bartender shifts.

If I get canned, I've got that $700 on the way. I'll spend my days at the LA casinos, grinding. $4/8 limit holdem, $3/6 limit Omaha8 full kill, and some $100 NL. Laugh all you want, but I'll give it a shot for at least a little while.

Either way, I live in interesting times. Either I'll be bartending almost exclusively, or I'll be canned and I'll play live poker on a daily basis at the lowest levels.

Wish me luck, or common sense.