The other side of the table

Recently, I applied to work as a dealer at the Bicycle Casino. Most of the people I know called me crazy, but it seemed sensible to me. See, here's my thinking... first, I need a "real" job. Playing poker is good money, no doubt, and easier than any other job I can imagine. But it's also a) heavy stress, b) inconsistent at best, and c) benefit-less. So, if I can pick up 20 hours a week somewhere and get a health insurance plan, that's OK with me. Secondly, I think it'd be nice to watch the game from a different pace. When I'm in my zone playing live, I barely notice I'm playing, and just see the cards and the bets go by. I also have a bad habit of trying to run the game... and not in the raising/bullying sense that I "run tables" all the time. I mean I point out the player, and more often, dealer mistakes in an effort to keep things moving. See, California dealers are, in general, Terrible. Wait, I don't want to be unfair, because it is a hard job. So let me rephrase that. They are Awful. Not all of them, but most. Which means meeting a good dealer is a special event.

Anyhow, I didn't get the job. But I still have spent alot of time thinking about the game from the other side of the table, and trying to get myself zoned in to the point where I don't think about my play, I just watch the cards and chips go by. Well, why not at least read about what it's like from that point of view? Sure! Check out Table Tango, over at PokerWorks.com. Great stories, and sounds like a Good Deal. Hope I meet up with her next time I'm in Vegas.