Postcards from Work...

Well, if eating and drinking for free, and playing poker until 2 am is work, then... yup... 'from work'.

I'm in T.O for my 2 day sales meeting, and yeah, that's all I have to say about that. What I WILL say however is something that shouldn't surprise anyone - I really miss the boy. It's so weird - how I can miss this little human being who has really only pooped on me, and provided the occasional spit up. Though I have been thinking of him quite regularly, it wasn't until I returned to my room tonight (ugh, I guess this morning) and saw the cute friggen pictures of him on Kim's blog (and Lyndsay's)... it gave me this unbelievable, and indescribable feeling in the pit of my stomach that churned loneliness and a desire to kiss that fat little face.

I'm honestly quite surprised however how much I miss him. I did not think I would be writing a post about how much I missed him - it's SO 3 months ago! But again, those pics got to me.

Anyhow, I just got back to my room (2 nights in a row at 2am), after a night of poker. While I lost $40 last night, it's tonight that made me really pissed.

So last night, 5 of us started a game around 11ish, and I finally called it a night around 2 - after 2 buy in's and $40 later. That's fine, I had a lot of fun - so to me that was worth it.

Tonight, was supposed to me a similar night, only starting earlier. At 9ish, I returned from dinner, and began an 8 person game - the usual 5 of us, plus 3 newbies (to our game, not THE game) - the newbies being my supervisor, and 2 other femmes.

I really did not want to lose right away, so I was really biding my time - 2.5 hours in and I only played 2 or 3 hands - so yeah, really biding my time. Finally people started going out, and by 1am, there were only 4 of us. The booze had been flowing (with not a whole lot of involvement on my part mind you - however my manager was feeling alright, and I couldn't help but notice the very 'interesting' aroma that was attached when she first sat down at the table). Anyhow, at around 1, they get the idea to go up to the managers room for a 'session' leaving 2 of us still involved in the game to stare at the walls... I have to say, this was a new thing for me, and quite refreshing... Being a one time aficionado of the herb, I very rarely had an opportunity to turn it down when it was offered in a social setting. It's interesting what fatherhood will do to you... while they were up puffin' away, I couldn't help but think of Gord, and how I would do anything to be with him, where at one time, I surely would have been up there with them.

Anyhow, the point of this all, is that I was incredibly tired, and not too impressed that 2 of the players (along with 4 spectators) left 2 of us still playing behind to wait. Meanwhile, the other player opted for bed, and gave his chips to me to play out (and I would share in the winnings). When they returned, it left 3 of us... and this is where it got really frustrating. I was playing very conservative all night, waiting for my hands so that I could make a serious run for the $150 top prize. Well, the blazo and blitzo are now 'tired' and vote to play 4 more hands before ending the game. I quickly object stating that it's last one standing bla bla bla, but they majority rules and we were apparently going to play 4 hands before divvying up the cash. I had no restraint pointing out that there was no motivation to play those last 4 rounds as no one was going to risk anything as we were guaranteed $50 a piece. We continued play all the while I was voicing my chagrin for this stupid forced finale - again mentioning the absurdity of splitting the money. Nonetheless, the 4th hand finished after I made some reckless bets, all the while being sure to keep some chips to claim my $50 stake. As the money was motioned toward, suddenly blazo (the chip leader) and blitzo seem to think that we were 'cashing out' casino style. Completely wrong, and backed by a 3rd party witness to my interpretation of arrangement, I had no choice to just take $20 and get the hell out of there.

I was (and AM) so pissed... I played literally 6 maybe 7 hands over 4-5 hours so that I could hand over all this cash to someone who didn't officially win!

UGH.

Anyhow, again, when I got back to my room, I saw that sweet little face of Gord, and it really made me look forward to getting home tomorrow (today).

So that's that.

Cheers. (I didn't proof read, so sorry for any mistakes...)