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Being a slot attendant is a pretty demanding job both physically and mentally speaking. Walking for 8 hours a night is bound to take a toll on the ol' bones, and the constant exposure to cigarette smoke leaves the longs with a constant burn. I look forward with fond anticipation of a time when I will no longer have such working conditions and I'm confidant my body will make a full recovery.

What concerns me are the mental effects that I fear will remain forever. For example, I was at the airport waiting to take a leisurely jaunt to Texas to scope out the Longhorn State when I decided the time could not be more perfect for a sandwich of some sort. I settled down with a sandwich and my laptop hoping for some inspiration when I saw someone waving their arms a few tables away. That's when I experienced the following knee-jerk reaction: dread. Surely that person waving their arms was after me! The wanted me to bring them a cocktail server, or maybe they needed change. Or worse, maybe...maybe their player's club card wasn't working - AGAIN - thus giving them license to yell at me for twenty minutes over something I have no control of whatsoever. A full minute passed by (okay, maybe more like 2 seconds) before I realized the fellow waving his arms was not trying to catch my attention but that of his traveling companions. Furthermore, I wasn't at work and if anyone did wave their arms at me I had every right to pretend I didn't see them. What a relief! And yet...what a disturbing realization that I've been so shell shocked by the simple motion of arms waving. *Sigh*

In a continuing attempt to not let the "man get me down," here is a delightful song by Kermit the Frog and Flight of the Concords's Bret McKenzie.
Anyone who is sad after listening to this is already lost...as lost as a casino patron waving their arms at me because they can't find the bathroom.