Jilted by the El Cortez

Things have been pretty busy in Flusherville and in particular at North American Veeblefetzer, where, for now, I work churning out rubbery size 7 grommets on the rubbery size 7 grommet line.

I thought I was doing pretty good since the big order of red grommets for the mainland China-based Muy Whang.

Every production run of size 7 grommets that I've overseen with has been very close to 'on time' and with 87% overall acceptable quality. And only a very few disfiguring accidents have occurred on my watch (none of them above the elbow) in well over a year.

Norbert, who is about six foot 4 and wears two sets of sunglasses on his designer baseball cap, wears jeans so tight it makes his ass have a girlish wiggle when he strolls importantly around the factory floor. He acts like he runs the place because, well, he does run the place. Fringe benefit for banging the owner's daughter. And, in fact, entering holy matrimony with her as a side business.

The other day, Norbert sashayed over to our lunchroom. First thing he does is dip into my Fritos without even asking. Then he announces that the size 6 and size 7 grommet line crews will be combined into one team and both lines will be used to make both sizes of grommet, depending on the order volume.

Norbert says this move is needed because a PowerPoint someone in marketing made told him so.

This is madness. How can people who know how to make size 6 grommets immediately be expected to perform on the size 7 line??? What if we accidentally turn out a few thousand gross of size 6 1/2 grommets???

This is only the start of my troubles - it gets worse. The El Cortez has clipped my offers lately.

I've written about this before and after qualifying for years for a comped room offer, and staying at the El Co a number of times, all of a sudden, I'm cut back to 'offers' which spout casino rate as if it is some amazing wonderful deal.

And after checking around, it seems there are a large number of us in the same boat.

To add insult to injury, I upped my play last trip.

Don't get me wrong... I love the ElCo. I absolutely love the place.

I was so mad, I replied to the email-bot that sent the Email crap offer to me and let them know how I felt about it.

Now that I think about it, I feel about as jilted by the El Cortez as I do by Norbert and Company.

They are both ready to bust your balls and fake you out of a comped room.

The good news is... my next trip to Vegas in the works and is being planned right now. C'mon back for details!

Read more about the insulting El Cortez Offers on Royal Flusher World.