There Was A Farmer Had A Dog .....

 and BINGO was his name-o,    B-I-N-G-O,    B-I-N-G-O,    B-I-N-G-O and BINGO was his name-o.  Anyone remember that awful bus-riding song?  Almost as bad as 100 bottles of beer on the wall.  And so here I am at my Bingo station for the night.  But first ...

Let's go over some budget stuff and see what these 99 line items actually ARE, before discussing the current news that every employee now gets 40 hours of sick leave, even if they only work two or three hours a week.  It used to be based on the number of hours they work ... but no more.  It's no wonder so many businesses are closing up shop and putting a huge number of folks out of work.  They think they are helping people, but actually they are getting them all fired.  Why can they not see this?

Here's the first bad news ... my Fairy Godmother who sets all this stuff up is off for four weeks.  The Castle is in an uproar ... well at least "I" am.  Now I have to go in even earlier to set everything up.

I grabbed a couple of Bingo Peasants to help me ... wonderful ladies they are ... and we even got the pull tab bar pulled out and the payout table set up.  All the while, I'm still coughing, a leftover from the old crud.

These are the pull tabs ... the REAL moneymakers at Bingo.  All the money I collect for selling bingo cards is paid back out in jackpots.   These little jewels are then purchased by the players for $1.00 each.  If they buy the right one, they might get $125 or maybe even $250.  I think they come in a box of 1,000 and we usually have 120-130 players a night.  

These are all one dollar winners.  They will buy 100 at a time, then sit and pull off the tab (which is why they are called pull tabs) to uncover their big prize of the day.  This is what makes all the big bucks we donate to charities year round.  One guy bought 100, cashed in $87 and bought 60, before cashing in $32.  You can do the math ... I'm too tired this morning.

__ I-N-G-O, __ I-N-G-O, __ I-N-G-O and Bingo was his name-o.  Yeah, that's been going through my head all night.  I thought I would share.

Here is the infamous RED TICKET.  I think I've explained this before.  Everyone gets a red ticket when they buy in.  This is the one they are always fighting about saying I never gave it to them.  Amazingly, a very sweet young peasant girl found this one on the floor and turned it in.  

All night I waited in anticipation of telling them they dropped it.  I'm in shock ... NO ONE came to my table to get another one.  It turned out okay though, because their number was never called anyway.

My Lady in Waiting (the Castle Counter) blasted through 133 peasant purchases, not making a single error.  I knew she would always do a good job.  We worked together for 12 years as bean counters.  She makes my B-I-N-G-O life easy as eating pie.

Speaking of which ... after our fabulous deep fried chicken tenders, I spotted these hiding in the back corner.  Oh yeah ... Costco cupcakes!!  Talk about a sugar rush!  I only ate 1/4.  Not because I'm trying to be so good, but because I can make it last through FOUR meals!!  That's four times the sugar fun!

To our amazement, there were no knock down hair pulling fights on this night.  It seems two of our most problematic peasants stayed home, making it absolutely pleasant for the rest of the crowd.  No pitchforks were spotted.  Well maybe one, okay two.  The first barged into the front of the line, waving her receipt and cards.  I ONLY GOT ONE OF THESE.  

One of the Knights started to hand her another one.  CAN I SEE YOUR RECEIPT PLEASE?  I stopped him in his tracks.  She only bought ONE.  See right here?  There was a very quiet "oh" and off she went.  It happened once again, and this time (against my better judgement) we gave her another one.  She brought it back 15 minutes later saying she found it.  At least she was good enough to do that, if only because it's bad Karma.  You will never win if you steal at a B-I-N-G-O game.

And so ended another lovely night ... with a little more bad news.  I coughed all night long and this morning, I'm sure I have the creeping crud once again.  No doubt it came from the peasant at B-I-N-G-O who literally coughed in my face last week.

So much stuff going on ... budget, employee contracts, officer installation night, lodge night and a weekend long horse show ... and I'm playing sicko again.  BIG SIGH!!!  I hope your week goes better than mine!!