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[melworks]

It's been a rough week here.  Writing has been super-hard and nothing seems to work. I've hit the nadir in my creative cycle and, this weekend, said to hell with it and went gambling at Harrah's. 
I don't think I'll be going back.
The casino was super-busy, the slots were tighter than a virgin on prom night, and I had an irritating encounter with some casino staff. Basically, I'm leaving the parking garage, following the Exit signs and they seem to be directing me to the front of the hotel where the valet parking is.  I thought I missed a turn, so I asked the valet if I'd made a wrong turn.  Guy asked me, "Where are you trying to go?"
"I'm trying to get out of the casino."
"But where are you trying to go?" repeated this boob.
"I know where I'm trying to go.  How do I get out of the casino?"
I had to make this request a few times before they pointed out the road ahead of me.  I'm not sure if they were trying to be helpful and we just cross wires, or if they were just a couple of hillbilly dicks.
Since I don't plan on going back, it doesn't really matter.
Back home, trawling through the want ads, still looking for a job.
Woo.
The fun never stops at Casa de Mel.
More later. - MEL