Let's call today: 'Monday, 5 March 2007'
wrote in the notebook:
My feet hurt
and evidently so do my fingers cos it took me ages to type that correctly.
My past week-and-a-bit has consisted mostly of hardcore training. Lots of chipping up, dropcutting, sizing in, shuffling, riffling, initial deals, and today subsequent deals, doubling, partial doubles, splitting, insurance, and even money.
On top of that we've been popquizzed up the wazoo on values of different chips, and their value in a stack of 20, what bet pays what and how much.
Can you guess where Vicki works now?
The backstage area is just Disney without ears on everything. I fit in well.
Within the first 2 days we formed a click of other eccentric loudmouths like myself, who find humour in just about anything (most of all in the signs in the cafeteria). Sad news hit us when the other girl in our newly formed, albeit tight, trainee clique was told that she didn't make the grade physically. But she's seeing if she can get into the machines area anyway.
Friday night we met up for a couple drinks at the Strath and briefly at the Apothecary as a sort of farewell.
a) Dave, Ben, Sarah & Me. b) They're scaorey.
c) I'm spunky... hey we got free drinks! So I must be! d) The ceiling is purty.
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