Random story if you got an itch.

So at one point, I'm down A LOT of units, and I've been reloading, digging into the wallet hand after hand after hand. Eventually after blasting through back the deck and losing a ton of money, the count goes to 0, so I don't want to continue and figured this was the perfect opportunity to "wong out, wong in" be like "lemme see how he does and decide" type deal as I pretend to fish for more money. I wait 2 rounds, where the guy plays the dealer heads up, and the count soars. I plan on coming back in, with two hands of max bets.

I convert the bills into chips, push them all out, and then the rec sees this and screams "IF HES ENTERING, WE NEED TO RESHUFFLE". I literally go FML, you cannot be serious rn. After I'm buried. You gonna do this... (in my head). The pitboss says no, you've done this already earlier to the rec (which was true, but not by him), and he goes, "HE SAT OUT THREE HANDS, COMES IN NOW. WE RESHUFFLE" PB full on stares at my side of the table (or me), figuring out what's going on. PB then SHUFFLES THE DECK AT HIS REQUEST.

He then proceeds to lecture me about changing the cards, the order, everything, and how I might make it worse. I dont think I responded much, but out of tilt and furstration, I say, it doesnt even fcking matter. To which he responds, yes it does. (end of convo)

Before I end my session down ~300 units, I get the dealer to make a mistake while I have a 50-75% max bet out there. With PB called over to confirm giving us the freeroll to play or not to play; PB SAYS SHUFFLE THE CARDS instead. WHAT? WAIT WHAT? Everyone starts pulling their cards back, and I go, "HEY I HAVE AN ACE, I dont want to shuffle". PB looks at me, hmmm. Do you want to play? I respond OFC. PB watches me get a BJ.

Rec goes, this guy jumps back and forth. Dealer confirms I was betting min one circle just earlier to PB. Now he's betting 2x hands. Sometime later. I finally bust out, I figured my time is up, even if I chased, I couldn't grab back enough to be positive, so that's that. The minute I give up, he walks too.

To finish off my story, I drive home. Pretty numb to it all (poker pro whole life), just eating and being quiet (still a bit sad though). My partner goes, every time you lose, you lose so much. Everytime you win, you win so little. She tells me to stick to poker. The irony is when I'm playing high stakes PLO6 online, she forgets about the times when I come to bed at 4am, down $60-80,000 in a single night (investor money mostly).

I think her saying that to me, triggered me, if anything. Like that makes me not able to breathe. She has spent less than 2 hours in a casino gaming floor fwiw.