Dealing the WSOP is surreal. It's truly jarring, you have the high stakes assholes who are just worthless pieces of shit who treat you like garbage. I got another one today, he was a prince. Just a loathsome worthless bastard who spent my whole half hour of dealing looking down his nose at me, doing everything he could to be a prick. These people have suffered the stunning realization that money doesn't make you happy and thusly spent their days making people as miserable as they are.
Of course all these people are cheap as can be, a bunch of stiffs, I made 19 dollars and had to give 10 of it back cause a game broke while I was dealing and the bank was off 10. Counting banks is next to impossible because you have these fuckers breathing down your neck the moment you sit down demanding action, while you're supposed to be counting down 1,000 dollars worth of chips in your bank.
That's the bad news, the good news is just how weird this event is, and what happens when you're here. My room mate and I are walking into the area where the WSOP is being dealt and as we're walking in, we see Dan Harrington walking the other way. A few moments later we see Peter Eastgate also walking the opposite way. To finish things up about a minute later we see Robert Varkonyi walking with his wife Olga. Just a run of the mill day for a couple WSOP dealers to see three main event champions walking around the halls of the Rio.
Hopefully tomorrow will be less asshole, more money.
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