Night shift

So I worked the night shift this past night, 9pm-4am. It's when all the crazies come out. You get a lot of those old ladies who will sit infront of a slot machine for hours on end who never seem to run out of quarters, they zombies, makes you wonder why they're there in the middle of the night, makes me wonder with all the people there in the middle of the week in the middle of the night if they have problems sleeping too.

About 11pm is when you get the most young people come in who are just barely able to come in, like with birthdays in the past 5 months that get all offended when you ask for their ID. I say, if you're lucky enough to look under 30, be happy when I ask you for your identification. I think that's actually from a sign in a liquor store.
I do feel bad sometimes for kids that come in after watching a ton of ESPN 2 poker tournaments and think they're going to leave with a lot of money. Just because you can read your friends poker faces doesn't mean you are going to do well with pros. Had one kid actually break down crying when he lost his money last night... there's one of those every now and then.

I got called over to the bar at about 3am to escort a guy out who had a touch too much and wouldn't leave and he threatened me with an ashtray. Needless to say, that's not the right thing to do around someone trained to deal with stuff like that. He was a big guy so it took me a few seconds to disarm him of the ashtray and then another guard came over and we ziptied his hands and took him outside and cut him loose. I haven't had to actually fight anyone in a while, but it's always a nice boost of adrenaline when I do.
I just checked the tracking for my ambien order, looks like it should be here tomorrow or the day after, it's at some distribution center here in california.