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stalker update: i was dealing on the main floor, let it ride specifically. yikes. it’s been over a year since i dealt that crap game. i didn’t think stalker would find me, cuz he wouldn’t look for me there. but he did. “oh they let you out today”. then my floor who knows the guy is like, hi, and he comes back to talk to my floor. i’m like CJ you’re such an ass!! stalker left, but then came back and when i had 3 players, and in front of them asks me when i’m going to call him!! so i said “i can’t do that sir” and he said ok and left. i hope to god he leaves me alone now. i wrote up all the incidents from the last week and gave it to management. i was also able to talk to lindsay about how he’s treated her, and hes been creepy and weird with her too. but no one will do anything about it. gah.

then i go into the bathroom and there is a lady sitting on the toilet with the door open. wtf! only me.

stalker report: he accosted me at the snack bar today, the one time i didn’t have jack walk with me as my bodyguard. he was sitting at a slot machine, and caught me as i walked by. took me by surprise. i wanted to throw up. he tried to get me to come over cuz he wanted to talk to me. i just said sorry i can’t talk to you and sped off. i had my back to the door of high limit today, so i don’t know if kin was joking when he said that stalker was behind the fish tank again. i had jack and jason continue to walk with me to and from break the rest of the night. no further run ins.

and jason found my myspace…that’s sorta scary. he tried to add me as a friend and i denied him cuz i didn’t know who it was. so he whined that the only reason he signed up was cuz he found my page haha. oh and the person who contacted me through there, who knew me from the casino – turns out i went to high school with him, and his mom is the lady who cuts my hair. haha phew.

stalker report: showed up, and came into high limit to stand at my table and stare at me. i ignored him until he said hi and i had to respond. ARRRRG. tom1 offered to go with me to talk to him but he had left. tom2 walked me back to the room from break incase he was waiting. phill offered to follow me home if i think things are weird, since the door knocking last night. i got a small army.

was an interesting night in the beginning. strange conversation between me, another dealer, and a player about the 3 of us starting a cult. that turned into the 3 of us opening a funeral home, which required me going back to school to become a mortician. and this guy was serious. to the point of offering to front all the money and construct the building. as long as i was getting the needed license. he apparently has been trying to find a mortician for years to do this. they all just go into business by themselves. and then i thought…maybe i should go do this. not necessarily with this random guy and another dealer, but there’s ALOT of money in dying. everyone’s gonna do it. i don’t really have a problem with death, and i fake having a problem with dead people just so my mom wouldn’t make me touch my grandpa at his funeral lol. i really have no idea if i’d have a problem being a mortician as i don’t have any experience with the process of embalming someone. not that i have the money to go back to school.

i can’t believe i just watched an entire episode of full house on nick at nite. seriously, the worst show ever on tv.

oh my fucking god today’s horrorscope. “Work will be quite interesting for a while — and not because of an exciting new project, either. Unless, of course, you’re single and you consider that delicious new coworker to be a project! ” ROFLMAO

stalker was back today. watching me through the fish tank again. shift manager was in the room at the time, and said if he says anything he’s out. still hasn’t approached me since friday. it’s kind of funny, cuz once any of the bosses see him, they call and warn the boss of wherever i am to be on the look out. the more people i tell about it, the more stories about him i hear. i’m going to see if i can get my badge changed tomorrow. i don’t want my real name on it anymore, so i’m going to go with my middle name. people change their names all the time, to nick names, or the asians to some other asian name. plus i’m not a dual rate anymore so my badge is technically invalid haha. i know i’m being paranoid. he’s freaking 70 years old at LEAST. but what if he’s crazy enough to hire someone to kidnap me or something. if i turn up missing, and it doesn’t involve NIN shows in california, he did it. you can find out who it is by asking any of my friends at the casino.

and yeah i’m going to california in 7 days. now i’m getting worried that i should get a hotel. what if the tiny (i’m assuming) san luis obispo airport isn’t open to go sit in at midnight for my flight at 8:30? it’s not like it’s LAX where i’m sure you can go in and wait at any time. what am i gonna do if i can’t go back to the airport? of course, if i get into the after party i’ll be able to kill some time, but i’m trying to be realistic haha.

did i mention i want to take sewing classes? i want to learn how to sew and read a pattern and stuff so i can (try) to make myself some cool clothes. i have these grand dreams of learning to sew, being able to come up with some pretty cool stuff, and start selling it on ebay. from there, someone notices how much of my stuff i sell and i turn it into a little company that just gets huge until it’s full of real fashion designers making things under my name…you know, like calvin klein, and every other brand name designer out there ahhahhahah RIIIIIIIIGHT. i just want to be able to alter and change things myself. a place that gives lessons is out near my dr so i’m gonna stop by tomorrow and see when classes are.

so i get to work tonight, and run into this “regular” in the hallway. really old man, like 70 (not exaggerating), and he’s talked to me before. so he says hi and i stop to say hi and see how he’s doing. this is the conversation (almost immediately after me saying hi).
him: so do you have anyone to go home to?
me: no
him: how late do you work until?
me: 6am
him: if i gave you my phone number would you call me?
me: *stupified* *humors him* maybe
him: do you have any paper?
me: *lying* no
him: i think i have some *fishes around in ugly jacket* i better have some
me: *laughs* *this can’t be happening* *wants to leave*
him: *finds paper* ok. where do you live?
me: *lying* north tonawanda
him: do you have a roommate?
me: *lying* yes
him: boy or girl?
me: girl
him: oh good. here sit down. here.
me: *really really wants to leave*
him: we might get along pretty good.
me: maybe
him: we might get along good in bed.
me: *OHMYFUCKINGGOD* i don’t think so.
him: are you ready?
me: i gotta go
him: are you willing?
me: i don’t think so
him: are you able?
me: yeah, i’ll see you later *leaves*
him: call me when you get out, or at 7.

ok so A FUCKING SEVENTY YEAR OLD MAN WANTS TO HAVE SEX WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH at least sam is only 15 years older than me, not 50!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

alright so it gets better. i go to my table at 10 and what do you know, he shows up and just stands there for like a half hour. and i know he’s there but i don’t look at him, just ignore him. unfortunately the shoe ends, and everyone stands up and walks around, so it’s just me and him and i keep ignoring him. so he says my name and says hi, and then leaves. i go on my break, and he’s sitting at a slot machine outside the high limit room waiting for me. i think i hear my name but i ignore him and go into the bathroom. there were no stalls free so i go to leave to go to a different bathroom, and i walk out and see him walking around there looking for me. so i go back into the bathroom. no sign of him after that and i go on break. only i come back down after my break and he’s in the high limit room waiting for me. so i had it by that point and told my pit boss about it all. so the bosses looked out for him, and then had me tapped off my game to tell them the story. sadly, the shift manager sorta blamed me, that i led him on. come on now, i was trying to be nice and talk to the poor old man, and then humor him when he wanted to give me his phone number. i’m the victim here, he’s sexually harassing me. but whatever. if it happens anymore i’m supposed to tell him to knock it off, and if it keeps happening, let the bosses know again. people on break told me he’s done this before to other girls. not cool. they can’t really do anything at this point though.

so i was freaked out all night. i didn’t want to leave early but figured i should incase he was still hanging around waiting for me to get out at 6. not like i couldn’t fucking kick his ass, he’s 70 years old!!! i may be a 115lb weak little girl but he’s SEVENTY YEARS OLD!

ug.

and i hate when my players smell like chinese food. seriously. makes me nauseus. i know i didn’t smell good after working 8 hrs at mcdonalds either, but it’s better than smelling like chinese food. barf.

it’s snowing. about an inch or so, covering everything. enough to make the roads quite slippery. very pretty though. i definitely need new shoes for work. canvas shoes in the winter, not so good. i so don’t want to go out to the mall or anything tho. booooooo.

oooo you can rss myspace blogs. now i never have to go to myspace again! haha

people ask me if my job is depressing. and if it makes me sick to see people losing. and if i feel bad taking people’s money.

my job is only depressing when i think about how much people are losing compared to what i make. it makes me sick to think that a person tonight lost 30,000$ and it takes me a year to make that much. i don’t feel bad for these people, no one is pointing a gun to their head and making them play. they’re fucking idiots. but they’re losing my years salary in a few hours. THAT makes me ill when i think about it.

so i don’t think about it much.

going to cleveland tomorrow with phill and dave to see Cold. i know like, 2 cold songs. i have all the cds i just haven’t listened to them. my bad.

commercial 1: for a text message sex service….”if what you got is phat, let’s chat” LOL

commercial 2: disairono (spelling) alcohol. i swear to god they just said “with the smooth, sexual taste….” i’m betting they said sensual, but it SO sounded like sexual, and wow that’s just gross.

had work training class today instead of being at the u2 show in detroit. so lets say it was far less entertaining than what i SHOULD have been doing. did not learn a single thing i didn’t already know. maybe it’s just me and the fact that i had a training class for customer service less than 6 months ago at work, and that i went to management training classes for mcdonalds when i was 17 – but really. i know how to treat a customer. i don’t do it, but i know how i should do it hahaha. so it was pretty much a waste of 8 hours, and i think it’ll end up being a waste of the millions of dollars that the company is paying to have these consultants come in and train every single employee.

in other news, i finished the absinthe book, and i am now reading a book about a profiler and her 30 years of profiling serial killers. hoping not to scare myself shitless with the book. still no one has bought me the zodiac killer book i want. i also remembered that i ordered a book from half.com about the chicago serial killer during the world’s fair and i haven’t gotten it yet hmmmm

hey guess who is NOT going to see u2 in detroit on monday. Oh yeah, that’s right, me.

Fucking piece of shit job, completely unwilling to switch my fucking stupid training day JUST BY ONE FUCKING DAY. the ONLY day of the month that i couldn’t go to training, and they schedule me that same fucking day. and it can sound conspiracy theory if you want, but i KNOW it has to do with me giving back my managment position. they are being completely unreasonable. Fuck them.