Tuesday, September 25, 2007

not to leave you hanging

in reference to the 9/20 posting below, i said i'd report what the kid held when i called his all in on the turn.

if you remember, i had 10-7, and the flop was 10-7-4. i check-raised on the flop and then lead out on the turn, when he raised all in over my bet. i called thinking he had an overpair and he had A-10 for top pair top kicker. my 2 pair held for the nice $1050 pot.

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the other thing i didn't yet post was the brutal beginning to my week in texas a couple of weeks ago. i was flying to houston via dallas for a training seminar that began on monday morning. so, naturally, i left san diego on sunday. we were held up leaving due to weather in dallas and then when we finally got there, we sat on the tarmac for 25 minutes or so. they had announced that since the arrivals had been delayed into dallas, the connecting flights were also going to depart later than scheduled. i mosied (i didn't quite run, but i walked fast -- not the gay speed walking you see on the olympics, but a nice paced walk) over to my gate to fly to houston. the last passenger was just getting on and i was relieved i had made it just in time. "i'm sorry sir, we gave your seat away to a standby passenger 10 minutes ago."

wow - that sucked. we had been sitting on the tarmac for 25 minutes and i would have had plenty of time to get there. it was the same damn airline that i was connecting to (thanks american airlines -- you were not pocket Aces that day), you'd think they knew that we had landed and were waiting for a gate. maybe they could hold the very last plane of the night for the 6-8 of us that were connecting from the san diego flight. i guess not though.

i was sans luggage in a t-shirt and shorts in stormy dallas. thankfully, they hooked me up with a crappy ass hotel room for the night where i could get 5 hours of sleep and get back to the airport for a 6:20am flight. but the american flights were all full, so i had to fly american eagle to shreveport and then connect to a continental airlines flight to houston. that all went okay, except for the hotel airport shuttle almost causing me to miss the flight from dallas.

oh, but the real kicker was that continental only flies to houston intercontinental airport (Bush), not hobby, as i was originally scheduled. so i arrive in houston to no luggage. american says they can't track it cuz my final carrier into houston was continental. continental says the luggage is not in their system, so they have no way to track it. i spend the next 2 hours at the continental counter with up to 3 people trying to figure out what to do and how to find my luggage. in the end, we fill out a lost baggage claim form, and i just leave the airport, not knowing if i'll ever get it.

i rush over to the training seminar and get there about 12:30pm, not having really eaten anything yet, and in my shorts and t shirt from the previous day. i'm hoping they hadn't taken a lunch break yet, but of course they had, so i starve for an hour or two until the next break when i run to get something to eat.

when i get to the hotel that evening, i find that continental airlines had delivered my luggage that afternoon. it had flown to hobby airport based on my initial itinerary, of course.

anyway, it was a pretty "bad beat" to start my long week in texas.

[wow - those poker jokes are really really bad.....]

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

It is good that you can laugh at yourself, if not your crappy pun-laden complaint of a post. That does sound extremely shitty, though. *sigh* The lengths we go to just to put another shitty bulletpoint on our resumes. "Attended Training Seminar on How to Do My Job Better - September 2007"

In the world of consulting, that training-course shit is par for the course. Telling the customer/client to simply, "Shut the fuck up and put your money in the bag" tends to be a lot easier when you've got the "credentials" stapled to the wall behind you in your office. That's right - stapled. You think I'm gonna spring for frames for these mail-order diplomas and certifications?! Fuck that! I drink double T&T's, baby! I needz that money for the bar tab.

Client: Well, we have specific needs here at my special company, and -
Jake: Shut the fuck up and put the money in the bag.

Christ ... it's like people with their fuckin' kids ... "Timmy is SO special! He's fingerpainting at a third-grade level! His teacher told me so!"

Whooptie doo. Is he finger-BANGING at a third grade level?! That's what I wanna know!

Perhaps I'm a tad vitriolic today. Whatever.

Anonymous said...

I am still waiting for the punchline.

Anonymous said...

You'll be waiting your whole life, Mark.

Jake said...

JHC, at least he's waiting with your mom! oooohhhh, that's a deep burn.