THE DECISION TO DEAL

 

 

    Just before the Thanksgiving Day holiday, a career day event was held at the school.  Many businesses were there looking for graduates to go to work cheaply for them.  There were also graduate schools and one local school that had nothing to do with higher education.  It was the Casino Dealers School, Inc., of Atlantic City, New Jersey.

    Their table was a blackjack table with two representatives handing out brochures about the school and speaking about job opportunities for casino dealers.  It seemed interesting.

    I was with my friend Big Lew.  We had both known blackjack dealers and knew it was a great way of making money on the weekends.  I remembered Chad's friend the craps dealer and the life style he introduced me to.  After leaving the display we both decided to go to that school together, except we would learn how to deal craps.  Well, maybe.

    Later, in my room, I started pondering what it would be like to be a casino dealer.  The year before I had known some people who were blackjack dealers at Bally's Park Place.  They got into it in 1981 or '82 after Bally's had come to the school recruiting students to become part-time dealers for the summers, weekends, and holidays.

 

    On this particular Thanksgiving it was going to be my parent's 20th wedding anniversary.  They invited me to join them and my sister in Hawaii.  I would have to miss two days of classes, but I didn't mind.  All I could think of was getting some of that Maui Wowie.

    The island was fabulous.  I was greeted by my father and driven about an hour to where the hotel was.  It was the Hyatt, Maui.  If you have ever been there you know what a beautiful place this is.  But it was not the property that impressed me.  Rather, it was the service every guest received.  As we sat by the side of the grotto pool servers kept coming by to see if there was anything we required.  We never had to leave our chairs.

    After a couple of days I began to see how much everyone loved their job.  I began shooting the breeze with them.

    The workers in Maui were happy with their jobs because the people they were serving were happy to be on vacation and that would rub off on them.  I thought to myself what excellent jobs they had.  They got to work in a place were everyone was in a wonderful mood.  That would have to feel like being on a permanent vacation.

    I had brought the brochure from the casino school with me.  I knew that more people visited Atlantic City than any other location in the United States.  With everyone there for a vacation the mood would have to be the same one of relaxation.  Happiness in life was becoming more important than how much money I could make if I went to college. A job in the casino started looking more appealing to me.  I made my decision; sign me up!

 
 
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Dedication

Behind These Eyes

Chapter  1 - OVERTURE

Chapter  2 - IN THE BEGINNING

Chapter  3 - MY FIRST SHOT

Chapter  4 - CHAD AND THE DEALER

Chapter  5 - THE DECISION TO DEAL

Chapter  6 - LICENSE TO STEAL

Chapter  7 - CASINO SCHOOL

Chapter  8 - SPRING '84

Chapter  9 - GETTING IN--THE AUDITION

Chapter 10 - BREAKING IN

Chapter 11 - LEARNING THE BIZ

Chapter 12 - SHOOTING DICE: THE HOOK

Chapter 13 - THE CITY, THE CASINOS, AND THE MOB

Chapter 14 - THE MOVE TO GET OUT

Chapter 15 - FIRED BY THE MAFIA

Chapter 16 - ALONG COMES MARY

Chapter 17 - THE TROP

Chapter 18 - OUTSIDE THE BIZ

Chapter 19 - BACK IN THE BIZ--ANOTHER AUDITION

Chapter 20 - THE BIRTH OF NICOLE

Chapter 21 - TRUMP: THE ART OF THE STEAL

Chapter 22 - PREVIEWS OF THINGS TO COME

Chapter 23 - THE BREAK-UP

Chapter 24 - THE NUT HOUSE

Chapter 25 - RECOVERY

Chapter 26 - PARENTAL ALIENATION

Chapter 27 - FIRED FROM TRUMP

Chapter 28 - I FIGHT FOR NICOLE

Chapter 29 - THE RUN-A-ROUND

Chapter 30 - THROWING IN THE TOWEL

Chapter 31 - WHAT NOW

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