I first punched in at PAGCOR on March 25, 2004. Jumping in between call centers, PAGCOR dialed in to ask if I was still interested in pursuing a career as a card dealer. I wish I knew how I got in as the only one who survived the I.Q. test from a cast of 35. It made me feel that I accomplished something and was set to achieve more. On the first break of my first day on duty, I wanted to quit and go home. The job is too fast, too intense and yet too mundane to actually mean anything. Dealing feels like you’re perpetually chipping away at this thick boulder with small ball peen hammer and a 4 inch concrete nail.  Eventually, you’ll break your will first before you break the rock.