Ro made me promise not to write a novel on here tonight because then she'd have to read it all. *grins* Honestly, I doubt she cares, but just to be safe....I'm kidding, Ro.
My dad is doing okay. He's monitoring his fluid intake really closely and his BP and taking his meds. He'll see the neurologist on Thursday and the internist on Friday and then we'll know more. Right now though it looks like things are all working out okay and maybe the nightmare month and ten days (but who is counting?) will be over and done with.
So, new icon. It refers to work. My day shift surveillance officer quit with no notice and while my night shift guy was on a week's holiday. The managers had transfered a sick dealer back to surveillance while James was on holiday and, fortunately, I get to keep him (his name is Brad, goes by Sauce) until he's better and/or we hire someone to replace him. That was the first thing that happened this weekend. The second is that Chris (of Chris and Cody slash fame *snickers*) and a couple of dealers and I all think we had a money launderer in the casino this weekend. Even if he wasn't doing anything illegal, it's still really suspicious to have a ton of chips in front of you/in your pocket and keep buying in with bills. I started all the paperwork and have been watching tape for the past two days to make sure that I can track this guy - and the guy we suspect was his partner - from table to table and the money trail. And I have the headache to prove it too. :)
I sent an email to Ro asking her to tell the Sunday day floor about the guy in case he came back in. She printed it out and took it into Paula, who took it seriously. This is where the fun begins. The night floor - Josh - used to be the manager until he screwed everything up so bad that they demoted and transfered him. Then, after he'd screwed up another casino more or less just as badly, they demoted him from there and he came back to deal with us. His wife was fired for some reason or another and, when the managers were desperate, rehired. So they both think that they still run the casino *rolls eyes* and they know everything regardless if they are around or not. I love Josh to death, but there are days when I just want to Gibbs' smack him. When they came in and Paula showed them the email, they both more or less called me a liar, which Bri (the wife) kept up today. What really gets me is that she wasn't there during the time that Chris and I were watching these guys, so she doesn't know what she's talking about to begin with, but that's neither here nor there, and certainly won't make her keep quiet.
Next, because I was doing tape reviews, I wasn't watching live play and so I was taken by surprise when Megan called in a fill. The reason she did it is because the security guard doesn't like phones. I guess, anyway, he never goes near one when he's at work. I told her that I had a funny story to tell her. I came in early for Sauce on Saturday and Denise - one of the cashiers - cornered Sauce and more or less demanded to know why she wasn't warned that I was coming on early. I asked Megan if I was that hard to work with, meaning it as a joke, and security said yes. Megan turns around and says something along the lines of, "you're too serious about your job so everyone is scared to work with you. They hate working with you."
I was in tears the rest of the day.
And that's on top of all the crap I was dealing with all weekend, plus my father.
I quit. I don't know how to be normal, so I just won't talk to anyone any more. Then they'll really get to see how serious about my job I can be.
When did it get bad to want to make sure people follow the rules???