My parents came over today to bring me the stuff I left behind, including my running shoes. I needed an extra pair of running shoes anyway. They got to meet Tiffany finally, and see where I'm living now. We went to lunch then at Ruby Tuesday's and had the world's slowest waitress. She probably would have been tons more efficient if she didn't stop to gab at every table she was waiting on. She was taking our orders and launched into some tale about god-only-knows-what, and I'm thinking, "Yeah great, who cares, just get our food!"

But other than that, lunch was really nice, and it was good to spend time with my folks and have them see where I'm living now.

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Only 8 days left of work at my stooooopid job. I've pretty much decided that I'm going to do everything I can to get out of Table Games when I get back. It's just so dead-end, and there's no guarantee that your good work will be appreciated. You can be a casino manager one day and then be dealing the next, and I'd really like to work in a job where experience counts for something. Plus, (and I hate to say this because I am not your usual rampant feminist-blame-all-the-troubles-of-the-world-on-men, buuuuuut...) there are NO women in upper management at the casino I work at. And there are darn few in any others. There's a serious good-ole-boy network operating in this industry, where "juice" will get you a job, and you can get promoted if you play golf with "the men".

Okay, end of rant. For now.

Of course I've had other thoughts on my career status as well. I don't have many expenses now; I make my bills easily. I can afford the pay cut that would come from switching departments. I think that if I can't switch departments, I'm going to try to drop to a four day schedule and devote more time to my writing. I mean, that's what I want to do anyway.

Well, whatever happens, whatever I decide, I know that there will be some big changes.