Job, Mom, Poker

So I called back about my job yesterday, expecting to get the brush-off since they didn't call me when they were supposed to. Turns out they are just waiting to hear back about times when they can interview me again, so they are supposed to call today. At this rate, I MIGHT be working by July. I'm sure the parents will love that.

I got a hilarious phone call from my mom yesterday. I just missed a call and called her right back and my dad answered her phone. My parents still pay my cell phone bill because I don't have a big boy job, and my dad said that my phone bill was really high because of all the text messages I sent last month. I'm normally not a texter, but for some reason became one last month and knew that this phone call was coming. My dad puts my mom on, and I get this conversation:

"Bret, be honest with me, how long have you been texting?"
"Um, seriously? For a long time, like a year I guess."
"Why wouldn't you tell me? You can tell me these things."
"Are we talking about heroin?"
"What? Heroin?"
"Yeah, because... I have no idea what is going on. (Laughter)"
"Bret, this is not funny, this is serious. Don't you trust me to tell me these things anymore?"
"Wow. You're right, I'm sorry. I have a texting problem."
"It's not a problem honey, we can just add it on the bill. You just should've told me."

After I hung up I think I laughed for about five solid minutes. My mom was incredibly hurt by the fact that I wouldn't share such intensely personal things with her such as why I would send a text to somebody rather than just call them. Sigh. I love my parents.

I went back to the casino to play poker for the first time since the "Introspective" post and I did fairly well. I'm still ridiculously card dead, but I made $150 in around 5.5 hours, so I can't argue. I got really lucky in an interesting pot. A guy that had been flopping sets every time he had a pocket pair had limped up front, a fairly tight player had raised in MP, I called with JTcc, and Sets McGee called. The flop came J84 rainbow, Sets checked, MP bet $25, I called, and Sets called. The turn was a 2, and Sets led out $35. MP looked pained and finally called, and I was in the tank. Sets had slow-played everything to this point, and he hadn't played it like this, so I put him on either an under pair or total air. Since MP was a decent player and had such a hard time calling, I put him on a hand like TT or 99, and decided to move in for another $100ish after about 2 minutes. Sets pitched it and MP looked pissed, however, he then said "I can't fold this" and my heart sank because I already knew that he was about to flip over AA. He did, but the river was the miracle J to ship me the +$300 pot. I hovered between $300 and $400 for the next 2-3 hours by just flat out stealing pots here and there, and then caught a mini run of cards that kept getting crushed. I would raise with like AJo, KQs, 88, etc, and either get re popped or totally miss the flop in a multi-way pot that I couldn't bet at. I'll take the $27 an hour though, but I'd like to go back to late April where I was making over $100 an hour consistently.