Gone Daddy Gone

I've been away from my family. Not physically, perhaps, but certainly mentally and emotionally.

As much as it's nice to be working again, the new training schedule that my new job has is rather gruelling. Nothing a few Bacardi and cokes won't cure, but gruelling all the same.

This morning, for instance, I was up at 4 o'fucking clock in the morning to get to work by 5am to go on a route ride with with one of our route reps (code term for 'driver').

Ugh. After 3 months of waking up whenever the hell I wanted to, 4am comes awfully early.

I got home around 1pm, but have been an absolute zombie all day. I feel like a virgin at a strip club: eyes glazed, mouth askew, drool creeping from the corners of my mouth.

I'm in a daze. I'm crabby. I snap at the kids. Have conversations with my wife that I don't remember having 15 minutes later. It...uh...sorta sucks.

The job itself is going swimmingly. I'm learning a lot, getting to know my co-workers, and basically getting myself ingratiated to the corporate machine. A fellow sales schmuck had a come-to-jesus meeting with me yesterday on the way to a presentation meeting, basically giving me the low-down on everything that was wrong with the company I'm working for (oh, I sell laundry, by the way...ask if you dare). It wasn't even remotely eye opening. I could see most of it from my first day on the job, and a lot of it was shit I was used to from working rental service sales with Audio Visual companies of the past. Sales vs. Service...same old shit.

No biggie.

ACTUAL POKER CONTENT: Just finish busting EVERYONE (and I mean EVERONE) at my 6 max .05/.10 table for a profit of $16.45 in about a half an hour. I forgive Full Tilt for any wrong doing yesterday. END POKER CONTENT.

Back to my point. I need a routine. A schedule. Something that's different everyday, gives me a variety of different people and experiences day-to-day, but with somewhat regular hours. Everything is constantly changing during this transition period, and it's wearing me out (I'm 34 for chrissakes, change=baaaad).

Anyway, haven't posted any real-life stuff in awhile, and thought I'd get something down on virtual paper, so when my kids need to see a day-in-the-life of good ol' pops, all they have to do is scan their barcode, tab over to 'dad' and see this entry.

Full TILT

I am SO on massive, evil-robot-chubby tilt right now.

After signing up on Full Tilt, I started running really well in both cash games and the MTT's I was playing.

Until tonight.

I seriously haven't been on this bad of tilt in months and months.

Bad beat after bad beat.

Hit my set? Get called to the river by a guy who hits his runner runner flush.

Hit my straight? Get nailed by a higher straight (again on the river).

I couldn't catch a fucking break.

I dropped 2 1/2 buy-ins before I slapped myself silly and logged out (Dronkey P would have played four more hours and lost 8 more buy-ins, but I'm stone sober).

I hope this isn't one of those stretches where everything goes to shit for a few weeks.

And yes, I'm well aware I owe all you bitches a dollar.

Fuck poker right in the ear, jizz moneys.

At least the Twins are going to the post season. It's not much, but it's something. I hope to God we can take the division and play Speaker's Little League team out west...

Full Tilt

Well, I got sick of being "Mr. Second Best Hand" on Stars and decided to finally sign up on Full Tilt.

(Closed caption to Drizz: I clicked over from your site, so I hope you get the credit for it. I didn't find any bonus codes for FT listed on your girl diary, so I hope that you can get a little mad bling from my deposit.)

Anyway, I like it. A lot. I like the interface enough, and over the past two days, I've made some ching at the cash tables and went pretty deep in two MTTs (cashed in one, and went out 237th of out 2000 or so players). So...so far, so good.

I still like the SnGs at Stars, and of course my beloved Swanseas at Noble, but my first blush at Full Tilt is that it's pretty player friendly (only 2150 more points till I get my hat...).

Other than that, I've stared my new job, am surprising loving it, and have no time to put up real blog posts.

We had our housewarming party this weekend (same night as the Bash, I believe, and though we had no poker blogger in attendance, there was much drinking, carousing, and puking. Three things that are always welcome at a good party.

More to come...

STAAAAAAARS!

Y'AAAAR!

Oh, wait, that's done now.

Does anyone else have the problem of getting totally fucked up the pooper playing cash games on Poker Stars?

I seem to do pretty well overall on other sites, but get my ass handed to me on a regular basis on Stars.

Holla.

Y'ARRRRRR!

Did you happen to know that today is International "Talk Like a Pirate" Day??

It's true, me hearties!

Peter Saaaaaarsgaaaaaard!!!! Y'ARRRRRR!!!

I'm Back (Well, Sort Of)

I'm Mike D and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beach down at Club Med
-Beastie Boys, Paul's Boutique

Ah...yes...where to begin...hmmm...

Over the past month things have been a hodgepodge of ecstatic highs and croquet-mallet-throwing lows. From finding and buying a home we fell in love with, to getting the shit monetarily kicked out of us on the sale of our Minneapolis house at the 11th hour by a crooked "rehabber", it has been a crazy ride.

Indeed.

But, we're here. In Horicon, WI. In our house. With our kids in school, and friendly neighbors, and talks of play dates, and beers out in the back yard without fear of gunshots or muggings, gone are the days of being woken up at the wildest hours of the morning (almost every morning, in fact) by a domestic dispute raging through our windows.

A buddy of mine told me that a kid in my old neighborhood in Minneapolis was shot and killed because the guy pulling the trigger wanted his jersey and shoes to wear to a party he was heading to.

Seriously.

It's quiet here. Lovely. Peaceful. The leaves are already starting to turn colors, and for the first time in years, I actually noticed it happen. Our block is on a quiet one way street, and the view from our front porch is of a beautiful victorian mansion that has been unoccupied (and for sale) for the last 2 1/2 years. They want $300K for it. Who in the hell in Horicon, WI can afford a house at three hundred thousand dollars? No one, that's who.

After not working for almost three months, I also bought me a suit and started pounding the pavement looking for work. I found three jobs that were interesting, interviewed with all of them, got offers from all of them, and ended up taking the one that paid the most. It wasn't just about the money. The guy who is going to be my boss was also a determining factor in my choice. He's cool as hell.

The nice part is that my salary at this job will is going to be $7K/year more than I was making at my job in Minneapolis, and my health insurance costs will be $6K/year less than I was paying out. I'm already up over $13K and I haven't even mentioned the uncapped commission structure.

So, all's well that end's well, I suppose. Even though this is absolutely the begininng , and not the end, of a new chapter in my own personal novel that I'm writing day by day. I start the job on Monday, and am excited to get back to the sales game after being sickened by it after 8 years.

Oh, and I played poker online last night for the first time in ages. I hit up a .02/.05 table on Stars for a half hour and ended the night up about a buck and a half. Not bad considering the first twenty minutes was shaking the rust off and basically giving myself a re-introduction to playing the game.

EDIT: WTF has gone on since I left Minneapolis? Every poker blog I read is talking about shitty writers and the death of the poker blog and how everyone sucks except those that don't...What happened??

I'm right scared, mama, I'm scared. I see that there mob in my mind. The torches, the pitchforks, all that. Oh mama, theyz be coming for me next, I jis knows it.

Friday

I shall have my uber ghey, uber wireless internet signal ready to go and set on DefCon 4, so watch out. I haven't played poker online in about 2 weeks, and I'm more than up to donate my moneez to y'all.

Holla.