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[28 Nov 2009|12:04am] |
It's amazing how many people spend their time in casinos when they should be doing something else. Especially at this time of year. It's the time to spend with your families if you're lucky enough to have them. But I see people time and time again sitting on the stools playing the slots and talking about their kids and grandkids or anything else and they're waxing nostalgic and they're...just there. I don't know, it doesn't make sense to me.
I have so much to say but no time to do it since I need to be back in the casino in ten minutes. So it will have to wait until later!
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[10 Sep 2009|08:18pm] |
There's something really really strange going on. I can't even explain it to myself but here I am writing it out...as if that will make it suddenly make perfect sense or something. As little sense as that makes, here I sit spilling my guts on this little thing.
Sometimes I wonder how I can be so good at my job and be such a bleeding heart at the same time. I can't stand seeing people - especially ladies - in pain. Granted if it's the kind of pain you put on yourself, like a hangover or some other dumb act, I don't have a whole lot of sympathy. And I see a lot of that at the casino. Some people just don't know how to hold their liquor, or they just don't care to. But there's just something about a person who is completely helpless (or seems that way) that just gets under my skin and makes me feel like I absolutely have to help them somehow, even if it's only to let them know that there's someone out there that cares. And that's how I ended up having this...thing happen to me.
I was walking home from work and I saw this girl. Well I shouldn't call her a girl, she was probably in her late teens, but to me she was practically a baby. She had this cut above her right eye and she was shaking. Not the kind of shaking you do when it's a chilly night but the kind where it looked like she was terrified someone was going to come around at any moment and finish whatever it was they had started. At first I wondered if I'd frighten her more by offering her help but after a second of deliberation I approached her and asked her if there was anything I could do. She looked at me and just started to cry, which made me feel even worse. I just went over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders - something completely innocent and just meant to provide some kind of comfort. Next thing I know I'm seeing the girl getting hit by a guy about her age, a ring slicing across her forehead. The rage I felt had to be felt by her, I can't imagine it wasn't. Then I wondered how on Earth I was seeing what happened to her and my arm dropped from around her shoulders as if she'd burned me.
I'd thought it couldn't have gotten stranger than that. I mean, who touches someone and sees something like that? But then she smiled at me, as if the pain was somehow better. Stated she'd had a really bad night but that she was feeling better now, then thanked me and told me that if I ever saw her again she'd buy me a coffee. I mean, it's obvious that she wasn't completely better, she was still really teary and her trembling wasn't completely gone but...something about that little touch eased it somehow. And then I was left with so much confusion that my head just started pounding. We went our separate ways and I got myself home without any further incident, thank goodness.
My first thought was to call Chasity, but then I wondered what I'd tell her. Or how she'd react. Would she think I was making it up? That I was losing my mind? Our friendship is new, and although I think it's becoming pretty strong, I don't think I could just spring that on her without looking insane. So instead I just turned on the television and started doing some crunches - which is something I do every single night before bed. It helps me wind down from work for some reason, I think it's something that has stuck with me ever since I played football. Besides it keeps me strong and at the top of my game, which I need. Just because I have a heart doesn't mean I can go all soft!
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[05 Sep 2009|06:54pm] |
Alexander (Alex) Joel Greyson was born on June 12, 1979, as the first child of Samuel and Barbara Greyson. The couple lived in Baton Rouge at the time, but soon settled themselves permanently in New Orleans, wanting to surround themselves with the history and culture of such a famous city. Alex was a mischievous child, always wanting to try new things and ignoring the warnings of his parents, who learned quickly that their headstrong first born needed to learn from experience when things were wrong, otherwise he would continue trying until he was successful. By the age of three he had become known by all of the emergency room nurses at Children's Hospital, and had battle scars from his adventures that would remain long into adulthood.
His brother Anthony, nicknamed Tony, arrived soon after his third birthday. From the start they were about as opposite as brothers could get. Where Alex was loud and athletic, Tony was quiet and inquisitive. Alex would rather run outside and play kickball with the neighborhood kids, where Tony gravitated to piano lessons and reading books. It became apparent that his parents could relate better to Tony's likes and dislikes than to Alex's, yet Alex never felt jealous of his younger brother. They were just different and he was independent enough to not feel like he needed to act out to get his parents' attention. Instead he chose to excel in the things he enjoyed doing, which included playing football and joining the wrestling team. He became captain of both teams his Junior and Senior years of high school, and had been recruited heavily to play both in college as well. As much as he could not relate to the love of music that seemed to permeate New Orleans, he decided to stay near home and enrolled at LSU in Baton Rouge. His time as an athlete there was short-lived, however, as a knee injury sustained during his first season playing football never healed quite enough to bring him back to his pre-injury agility and speed. His scholarship was removed after his Freshman year and Alex moved back home, wallowing in self-pity for awhile before deciding to find a career in something where he could still use his strength to his advantage.
He started out as security for various businesses in the city, before being recruited by Harrah's for their New Orleans casino. He worked his way up to head of security and surveillance and made the casino known as a place where cheaters and crooks should not go into if they wanted to stay under the radar. Years of sports had trained his eyes to look for little details that many would miss, and his muscle and steely gaze made him intimidating when in the interrogation room. It wasn't long before other opportunities were being offered to him, and after awhile one became too good to pass up. Diligo's Rhiannon was looking for a manager and the owner wanted Alex. Some people may have scoffed at the idea of someone with only a high school education having a position that high in a major business but his street smarts played a much higher factor in the running of a casino than book smarts ever would. Dilego's Rhiannon was a relatively fine-tuned machine with Alex at the helm, and he was proud of his accomplishments.
( The Little-Known Facts About Alexander Joel Greyson )
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