Another evening on the phones, shackled to my laptop via a cheap headset with Jeremy Kyle's dulcet tones to push me through until 8.
First call of the night, one minute into my shift -
Villain - "I ORDERED A TAXI FOR MIDNIGHT AND **YOUUUUU** SAID IT WOULD BE HERE!"
Hero - "...your car is on location, driver is in the hotel lobby waiting for you with a name board. Where abouts are you waiting?"
Villain - "I'M IN THE BALLROOM GETTING READY TO LEAVE!"
Hero - "......your driver can't go into the ballroom as it's a private function, he is in the lobby whenever you are ready to leave"
Villain - "..click."
I'm always surprised at how many of these corporate folks need their hands held through every situation. Christmas party season though, when drunk it seems that calling me to arrange a pick up is as difficult as string theory or listening to a story that starts with "..SO I HAVE ACES RIGHT.."
It's been fairly standard on the phone tonight. Change of airport, change to pricing, indecipherable emails from clients in Asia. Currently trying to plan a schedule of events outside the usual casino comps around Luton. APAT World Championships in March look super fun, though I will mainly be in for the mixed games and limit events as it's probably the only chance to play a limit structure all year in England. Plus bracelets! Not the ones we all really want but bracelets none the less.
Had to do a pick up for a certain football agent from a certain members only casino in London a few weeks ago. He phoned once an hour to delay his pick up, sounding more agitated each time. I guess both bollocks were done on a certain red, black and green wheel that night. I have a bit of an irrational hatred for roulette punters. I can't stand the game myself, I think I've had a couple of spins and hit my number on my birthday (18), never played again. There's nothing about it that excites me like poker does. I like gambling and as of right now gambling seems to like me, but whatever electrical brain impulse gets people mad for roulette doesn't fire for me. I guess I'm fortunate as I've seen many sad faces at the wheel and many people queuing for machines inside the bookies.
I have a lot of pet hates in poker, and I seem to experience most of them every time I play. A few listed below:
- The 1 and 9 seats. I can't see a bloody thing, so I need to squint to see the board from these seats and people think I'm doing some sort of shifty look trying to get reads off them and they think I'm a knob because of it.
- The announcement voice on the tourney clock when it's break time. I once played every comp at the G for 2 weeks and had dreams about this voice. "...POKER PLAYERS, YOU ARE NOW ON A SHORT BREAK. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR CHIPS AT THE TABLE AND VACATE THE CARDROOM".
- People who stack chips in little piles of 10. People who stack chips in one huge tower.
- Dealers who sweat the turn and river on an all in. I like my pain to be over quickly. I tilt my beans off if I'm all in pre with 55 vs AKd and the board is
and I'm waiting those long 5 seconds for both the turn and river.
Maybe I'm a miserable old sod, maybe I am the dark cloud hanging over the Luton G and when I get back in the mood will sour because Harry is here and he's going to moan into his £4.50 pint of Peroni.
Good luck all playing tonight, and if anyone can get video footage of John Hunt going on a mad one and moving all in blind UTG I will freeroll you into a event of your choice as long as it's under £50.