By Dennis Staples The casino lights are dim and everything that can be seen is filtered through a smoky haze. When it’s busy, the patrons turn the air gray-white with cigarette smoke. That thick air is easily the worst part of the job. Despite my complaints I really do enjoy the place at times. I’ve been working here for four years. It can be tedious. It can be hell. It’s work. It’s a game. It’s business. When I was younger I had this idea that I wanted to become a blackjack dealer. I’d never really seen it played before other than in movies or small games between my siblings and cousins. But the casino was always a presence when I was younger. It was a watering hole…