I was feeling painfully down last night. "Leaving Las Vegas" Nicholas Cage thoughts were going through my mind. Poker has just sucked the big one lately. My last session, I got cleaned out of $300 by a table full of rich, gambling junkie Asians, who would re-raise my raise with queens with their J-7 offsuit and then flop 3 sevens. What can you do when that happens? The only thing you can do is keep playing with an advantage and let the odds catch up. But when you have no job, and you have to make money playing to survive, you get worried. You know that you have to keep playing, but you think, "I just played for 10 fucking hours against dead money and I lost $300. Fuck this shit!" So basically, I was feeling like I wanted to go buy a bottle of Jack and then sleep for 12 hours. But then I got a message from Green Doberman, wanting me to call him. Turns out he has a job available, and it looks like I will get it. Feel much better now. Job doesn't pay much, but will take the pressure off and let me just play as much or as little poker as I want. I also will get to go to their dealer school for free to learn any or all of the games. Needless to say, I feel like a million bucks compared to last night. Thanks to Green Doberman. Many beers will be on me when he gets off the wagon.