When the box tells you "you have that bet in the wrong place"  and you ask the player to move!
	You name your twins Seven and Out, because both bring joy to your life.
	Your psychiatrist tells you that you are suffering from stick envy.
	You actually find the puck polish and it was next to the stick case the whole time.
	When you are making over 60K a year and you still lean on the fucking table!
	When paying the guy next to stick is the most exercise you've seen all week... (Hint: Tell them to come closer to base!)

 

	When the boxman falls asleep and you wake him as though nothing happened (just not as amusing as it used to be)
	When you can care less if the cute good looking girl dice dealer they just hired can figure this shit out or not.
	You smile at a customer while standing on a dead game
	You change out of your uniform before you leave the building.
	When you want to kick that cocksuckers ass because he is 15 seconds late returning his break.
	The pit boss compliments you on a job well done, when the hangover you brought to work that day still hasn't worn off.

You know you're a burned out craps dealer when................

 

	You deal to a bunch of Chinese and can actually follow a conversation that they're having amongst themselves.
	You count the number of days you have left until you can call in again without getting written up.
	You make a conversion that you can't even follow and the floorperson doesn't even blink. And the other dealers agree!
	In the dealer's lounge, you run from the table the instant a fuckin break-in starts to tell you what just happened on the game.
	Your working swing and the pit boss asks if you want to take en EARLY OUT  and you refuse because your wife is still awake.

You know you're a burned out craps dealer when................

 

	You laugh when the boxman takes one die out of action, calling it 'the leader.'
	When you are the only one on the crew that can remember the "Old Day's of Table for Table.." and the dealers you're talking to ask you to explain.
	When you look at another dealer and can say " I have been dealing dice long before you even jerked off for the first time!!"
	When you can't remember who the shooter is and there are only two players on the game!
	When you realize your making the same amount of money you made 25 years ago and still come to work everyday.
	Working at the New Frontier seems like a good idea.
	Every "yo eleven" comes out as a yawn
	You actually look forward to be working in the carnival pit.
	Your stick calls become, "doesn't matter, doesn't matter, doesn't matter, seven out!
	With eight players on your end, you tell the boxman that you are "getting out the green" and the shooter has had the dice for twenty minutes
	You know you are a burnt out dice dealer when u start planning surgeries to get long medical leaves