Subject: World Poker Open - Days 8-11 From: lvdlrs Newsgroups: rec.gambling.poker Date: Tue, Jan 15, 2002 6:12 PM Message-ID: <3C45003C.39CB437B@midsouth.rr.com> The gruelling aspect of working everyday is starting to take it's toll on me. Our graveyard shift crew got beamed up to another planet. Poor Tony Shelton our supervisor on that shift. Last year we were so short of dealers that he had no one assigned to his shift (either swing worked over or days came in early). This year he loses his entire staff. To fix that problem we hired a very capable Martha Harthcoat (sp). Being the grease that makes things run smoother I took a spot until a replacement could be found. Boy, changing shifts really messes with your body clock. It sure affects your immune system as I came down with some flu like symptoms. Lots of juice and some Sambucol (it's an extract of Elderberries that really cuts your flu time in half or more) and I'm back to normal. I finally got to see how the other third of the poker world works. Graveyard is a completely different animal. With Day shift you start out slow and work yourself into a cresendo. Swing is like a mirror of Day shift. You hit the ground running and slow up towards the end. But Grave starts out slow, gets slower and ends up back at slow. It makes you feel like a sloth in it's slowness. It's a ton less stressful. The biggest problem is keeping busy so your body doesn't go into sleep mode. At no time have I ever done more setups (getting cards out of a game and putting them in order so they can be used again) You get more time to meet and know the players. I like this part the best. The players I've dealt to over the years now seem more personable and less ogre- like. The dealers are the more unexperienced of the group. Tony is great about this. He takes them aside and works on their deficiencies. I do the same thing but to a lesser extent. Next year some will be good enough to work on swing. And some, well, some will be back on grave if they get rehired at all. That's it for now. Got to get some sleep, that darn body clock thing. Gary (G-man) Philips