This is the post which got me permanently banned at Lumiere Place in August 2013. I will be commenting on that and writing about my trips to Florida and Memphis and other subjects in February. Please tune in later to read more...
Michelle Levesque deals at Lumiere Place. Evidently she wants a place in this blog -- so here you go you mouthy know nothing. A) You are the only one in that room that does not know you are on thin ice with your job. B) Most of your fellow dealers can't back you -- they don't get you either. C) Dealing skills. Get some. D) Makeup. Use it. E) Cut your hair. F) You must be better at your job to even be entitled to an opinion. G) Just shut the fuck up. Really. You are a non-factor in the games, in the break room, and only you would choose to go with the know-it-all "poker dealing broad" act, instead of the "sweet girl a' dealing" route like the other young ladies. Did you really tell me "Shut up and go back to blogging". Really? Just blurt it out and out of nowhere? Like you suffer from Tourettes? Huh Rainman? Did you think that up somewhere in the past and just couldn't wait to drop it? Timing matters not? And I want to apologize here and now Ms. McSkanky...For somehow ever leading you to believe I would ever give a fuck what you thought.
And it was special how you acted like a victim of another "Scotty Episode" and claim you were just kidding.
In what realm are you qualified to tell anyone to shut up? You shut the fuck up -- and deal!
"Bitch. You don't know me like that." In fact, you do not know me at all. You deal to me -- for tips. We have no rapport. I cringe when you come to my table. You're not good at your job, and your "bedside manner" sucks also (just another fine Anthony Chester hire). You are known to be as weak as any of the worst dealers in that house -- and this is accurate. Know this, and keep talking and removing all doubt! And I am NOT kidding.