Well even though I have absolutely nothing of consequence to say today, I am going ahead with the incessant posting. The events of the day were minimal: I went to work, Heidi went to work, Daisy went to gym class. (By the way, if any of you know of anyone looking for babysitting work who lives in Chicago and has a car, please let me know.)

Work was work. Sat box all day. It occurs to me how many elements of my job must seem incredibly foreign to those of you who don't frequent casinos. It's a bit difficult to give the full evocation in prose. Here's a quick quiz to demonstrate the secret language of the casino:
Sean has not held which position at the Horseshoe

• A. Stick
• B. Box
• C. Floor
• D. Pencil
  

If you're not familiar with the terminology, I imagine that question makes about as much sense as "How many licks does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" And thanks to issues of security and the privacy of our guests, there are almost no pictures of me at work in my environment. (What few pictures exist have been taken by surveillance cameras and are the property of the Horseshoe Casino.) Someday I'd like to be able to post a pic of myself sitting box at a crap game; perhaps I shall resort to self portraiture.

Nevertheless, I went to work and did the things I do there. Feel free to stop by someday and observe.

And on a non-sequiturial note, I have been re-watching the first season of Deadwood. Good god I miss that show!