Good morning Las Vegas day 6!
I am up at 5:00 am at Circa so I can get breakfast and be at work at 6:00 AM. Fun fact: I am actually lying because I am really up at 5:00 AM so I can gamble a bit before starting work.
I really like gambling before work. It is a weird feeling, and also I love the fantasy of winning a million dollars and then not going to work. You know, I am going to add “stick to huge progressive machines” to my before work gambling routine going forward.
Circa sunrise:
I have no photos of this morning’s gambling session but my notes leave me up $100 on Buffalo.
I grab some Dunkin Donuts (bless you for opening at 5:30 AM) and head to work in my room.
Since Circa is a non smoking hotel, I have to go downstairs to smoke between meetings. This means I am gambling during work hours. I think this may be on the “are you a gambling addict?” check list.
I went to grab lunch at Victory Burger. This was a fiasco. I placed an order to go. I am told I have to wait in the casino since there are too many people in the restaurant. Fine. I wait. And wait. And wait some more. And then 45 minutes have passed and I really have to get back to work. I stand up and see the cashier dude pointing at me while speaking to someone else behind the counter. Oh hey my food was ready for awhile and somehow they forgot to tell me.
They insist on remaking my burger, nice gesture. But I have to get back to work. I will take the cold burger, don’t care. They won’t let me. Insist on a new burger. I don’t have time to wait, I have a meeting. I cannot miss a meeting because of this. They will not hand me the cold burger.
Then the manager comes over to talk to me, hands me a card for a free burger. Very cool but I have to go, I have to go, I have to go right now, I am okay with the cold burger, things happen, I will just take the cold burger, it is fine. I HAVE TO GO. Like I have to go, I have to go, I HAVE TO GO I AM LATE FOR A MEETING. I start to just walk away empty handed because this conversation is getting me nowhere. I am not intending to lose my job over a fucking burger. They call after me and at this point I am completely frustrated. I have to go. I have to go to a meeting I am going to be late for. I don’t have time to wait. I will take the cold burger, I want the cold burger. I understand you are providing great customer service here by remaking my food. But I do not have time to wait. Please give me the cold burger, I would be happy to have it.
They will not hand it to me.
Finally I get my burger and now I have to run through the casino to the elevator. I make it to my room with 10 seconds to spare before logging onto a video call. And the burger sits there getting cold until I can finally eat after the meeting.
Once my work day is done, I packed most of my stuff and walk it over to The D(ick) to check in. I still have one more night at Circa. But since I have to work tomorrow, I need to have a room for the full day. So I booked a comp offer at The D(ick) starting tonight.
I planned to sleep at Circa since I want to shower here tomorrow in the wonderful shower. But once I am at The D(ick) in a smoking room, I change my mind.
I get room 2135 at The D(ick). This room wow, it reeks of weed more than anything that has ever reeked of weed, including actual weed. Something weird may have also happened here that caused them to move the furniture into the corner like that. I decide to avoid that area of the room in case there is vomit residue.
The wrap ruins the view.
I went downstairs and lost $100 on Double Double Bonus video poker and Cleopatra Keno. I sat next to MY machine, which was turned off. I held her hand for a bit while playing but it didn’t help.
I ended up in bed at 9:00 PM. Fun times in Las Vegas.