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Dealer's School Back in 1990, I moved to Las Vegas. I don't know why, because I had no real interest in casinos or gambling, but it was there, so I went. I was about four months shy of my 21st birthday, so I could not even drink or gamble legally. I had about $500 in my pocket and the clothes on my back. The first thing I did was get a room at one of the cockroach motels on Fremont Street. Then, as I was walking down Las Vegas Blvd., I passed a building with a giant sign on it.

It said "International Dealer's School." I paused for a second and thought to myself that this could be an interesting job. I went inside. That day, October 4, 1990, was the start of some truly strange and memorable experiences. The staff inside told me that I would be applying for a Federal Student Loan and my tuition would be completely covered plus they would give me a check for $50 every week. Score!! I signed up. That, plus my new job at McDonald's, would pay my weekly cockroach rent and all the Twinkies and Cheeseburgers I could eat.

And, it was no scam. They really did give me the $50 check and I really did get my tuition completely covered by the Federal Government. I attended Dealer's School for almost six months before graduating. They offered job placement assistance, but they were not able to find me a job. I left Dealer's School with my certificate, never to return. My First Casino Job I would love to tell you that my first job was at the Tropicana down on the Strip dealing Craps and making $1,000 per day.

Yes, dealers at the Trop did make that much in tips pretty often from what I had been told. No, I was not that lucky. I went to the Hotel Nevada on Main Street and asked for an audition. The tiny hotel/casino was located on Main Street right across from the Greyhound station and there was nothing but drug dealers, hookers and crazy homeless people walking up and down Main Street. Even worse, Hotel Nevada had cheap food back in 1991.

That means the crazies would often go inside the Hotel Nevada with their plasma money to buy a sandwich and play penny slots for free beer. I am not saying that all homeless people are crazy, but I do think all drug dealers and all hookers are crazy. Worse, Nevada had just slashed the mental health budget. There were actually flocks of crazy people roaming the streets homeless. Many of them came to the Hotel Nevada to eat the $1.99 breakfast.

So I went up to the Pit Boss and asked for an audition. I was in my black trousers and freshly pressed and starched white long sleeve shirt, looking sharp. He instructed me to tap out the Dealer on their only open blackjack game. I tapped him out, he spread the double deck across the layout, cleared his hands and stepped back to the right. I stepped up to the game; there were three players. I scooped up the double deck not nearly as expertly as I thought I would.

I shuffled the cards according to procedures as I was taught. Then I offered the cut to the Player on the left. He cut them, and somehow after completing the cut I ended up with the cut card on top of the double deck in my hand and I pitched the cut card to the first player. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I sighed. I didn't even deal out one hand and slotoff.com the Pit Boss decided my cut card clumsiness would prevent me from getting the job. I was told to go back to school and get more practice.

Later I found out that at the Hotel Nevada, the average tips for a Dealer were $3 per day. I am glad I never got hired there. I had been trained as a Craps Dealer plus I took Roulette and Blackjack. My desire was to deal Craps more than anything. That game just looked like so much fun. So much cheering and camaraderie. Everybody seems to be on the same side hoping to beat the evil House together. And I have always been very strong in math, a skill that is required as a Craps Dealer.

There are more than a hundred possible bets and a dozen different sets of odds to memorize. It is easily the most complex game in the casino.