Update to the offhand saga: this is more like me

I’ve never been the sort of person to carry a purse. I’ve never liked them. They’re black holes where all sorts of ‘useful’ stuff can get lost. Sure, it might be nice to have pen or a safety pin or 127 haste, but what good is it if you can’t find it in the maze of a purse?

(I have a messenger bag now and there are similar problems, but I needed it on the train, alas, and so I ground my teeth and tried to get something not froofy. Most important, it carries something I am more likely to want to have: a book, perhaps two.)

So it’s nice to see that since Alas can keep all her worldy goods stowed in invisible bags about her person, that she has ditched the larntern/purse…. thing, and instead carries about her a symbol of her vast intellect:

For those of you ignorant fools who cannot read those runes on the cover, Alas is reading The Gods Who Really Made Us, the Blizzards Devs, Understanding the Old Gods and Their Place in Azeroth: A Brief Disquisition on the Motivation of Giving Humanoids False Gods.

Some guy in a dungeon had it before, and given the date stamped on the inside of the cover it’s a Stormwind library book they probably gave up on getting back over 50 years ago.

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Epic Chest


I suppose this picture proves that I am very white and probably a girl, eh?


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The resentment of giving

One of the few things I dislike about being a mage is the occasional times I get a random whisper from someone that typically reads about like this:

can u port to Dal plz

I usually won’t make any sort of reply to someone who approaches me for a port in that way. If I am feeling surly, I’ll reply with something along the lines of “10g.” But only if I am feeling surly.

You see, I dislike it when a perfect stranger asks me for something with no attempt at either civility or a sentence in proper English. Yes, ‘plz’ is what usually passes for civility in WoW among strangers, but there’s more I want to see from a person who is requesting my aid. I would like to see either a mention of them realizing that they are intruding on my time (a “pardon me” or a “if you are not busy” would suffice) or an offer of cash in advance.

To anyone who could manage every element I would like to see in their request, I would give a port for free and go out of my way to do so. (Hint: it reads thusly: “Excuse me. I am in SW and need a portal to Dal. If you have the time, could I please give you 5g in exchange for that?”)

Giving and receiving and resenting

I like to think of myself as being a fairly giving person in WoW. My guild will benefit from this far more than strangers, but even in a guild situation it is possible to have small resentments spring up from time to time.

In thinking about this – and in trying to determine how I want to respond to a potential situation – I have come to a conclusion.

No one should ever ask anyone whom they want to keep as a friend for anything.

A favor asked for and received here or there probably can’t do much harm, but only if the person receiving the favor doesn’t take their friend’s generosity as a welcome mat or open door for further favors.

It is too easy for resentments to grow when unequal exchanges are made.

Even the most giving of people (note here: I am not claiming I am that giving), will eventually start to feel put upon if someone is always coming to them with their hand out, whether it’s for gold or time or crafting mats. Or mage portals.

If I can’t ask, how do I…?

So if you don’t ever ask for anything, how can you possibly manage to pull together everything you need to be raid ready, for example? There are two options. One is to have a great many alts, all of whom are completely maxxed out in their professions. That is the way I aim for but certainly cannot achieve towards the beginning of an expansion.

The other way is as I mentioned above in my portal request example: Ask, but also offer. It is the offering that is important. It is the offering that will more than likely make most people who like to be giving willing to help you out from their own resources.

What can you offer? Depends on what you have. Offer gold, if you have it. Offer to gather the needed materials yourself and ask only for the other person’s skill. Offer an exchange of goods: “I will give you your next two leg enchants if you will craft that epic shield for me.” Or offer your time and aid for some project they can’t do on their own.

Even to me, this seems painfully obvious. But sometimes I believe other people don’t think about their actions appear. Sometimes I think a reminder is needed.

Careful what you ask for. You might get it and also earn someone else’s ire.

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Today’s less fake post

Chapter 26

Mrs. Gardiner’s caution to Elizabeth was punctually and kindly given on the first favourable opportunity of speaking to her alone; after honestly telling her what she thought, she thus went on:

“You are too sensible a girl, Lizzy, to abandon your dps spec merely because you are warned against it; and, therefore, I am not afraid of speaking openly. Srs, I would have you be on your guard. Do not involve yourself or endeavour to involve him in raiding which the want of repair funds would make so very imprudent. I have nothing to say against him; he is a most interestingly geared tank; and if he had the fortune he ought to have, I should think you could not do better. But as it is, you must not let your fancy run away with you. You have sense, and we all expect you to use it. Your GM would depend on your resolution and good conduct, I am sure. You must not disappoint your GM.”

“My dear, this is being srs indeed.”

“Yes, and I hope to engage you to be srs likewise.”

“Well, then, you need not be under any alarm. I will take care of myself, and of Mr. Wickham too. He shall not be apping to this guild through me, if I can prevent it.”

“Elizabeth, you are not srs now.”

“I beg your pardon, I will try again. At present I am not trying to recruit nor am being recruited by Mr. Wickham; no, I certainly am not. But he is, beyond all comparison, the most agreeable tank I ever saw—and if he becomes really attached to me—I believe it will be better that he should not. I see the imprudence of it. Oh! that abominable Mr. Darcy! My GM’s opinion of me does me the greatest honour, and I should be miserable to forfeit it. My GM, however, is partial to Mr. Wickham. In short, I should be very sorry to be the means of making any of you QQ; but since we see every day that where there is the potential of raiding, young people are seldom withheld by immediate want of fortune from entering into instances with each other, how can I promise to be wiser than so many of my fellow-creatures if I am tempted, or how am I even to know that it would be wisdom to resist? All that I can promise you, therefore, is not to be in a hurry. I will not be in a hurry to believe myself his first object. When I am in company with him, I will not be wishing. In short, I will do my best.”

“Perhaps it will be as well if you discourage his tanking heroics so very often. At least, you should not remind your GM’s wife of inviting him.”

“As I did the other day,” said Elizabeth with a conscious smile: “very true, it will be wise in me to refrain from that. But do not imagine that he is always tanking so often. It is on your account that he has been so frequently invited this week. You know that officer’s ideas as to the necessity of constant company for her friends. But really, and upon my honour, I will try to do what I think to be the wisest; and now I hope you are satisfied.”

Mrs. Gardiner assured her that she was, and Elizabeth having thanked her for the kindness of her hints, they parted; a wonderful instance of advice being given on such a point, without being resented.

Mr. Collins returned into the server soon after it had been quitted by the Gardiners and Jane; but as he took up his abode with <Lucas Pwnage>, his arrival was no great inconvenience to Mrs. Bennet. His transfer back with Charlotte was now fast approaching, and she was at length so far resigned as to think it inevitable, and even repeatedly to say, in an ill-natured tone, that she “wished they might be happy.” Thursday was to be the transfer day, and on Wednesday Charlotte paid her farewell visit; and when she began to take leave, Elizabeth, ashamed of her Mrs. Bennet’s ungracious and reluctant good wishes, and sincerely affected herself, accompanied her out of the vent channel. As they went into another channel together, Charlotte said:

“I shall depend on hearing from you very often, Elizabeth.”

That you certainly shall.”

“And I have another favour to ask you. Will you come and roll an alt wit me?”

“We shall often meet, I hope, when you play alts left here.”

“I am not likely to play alts for some time. Promise me, therefore, to come roll and alt with me.”

Elizabeth could not refuse, though she foresaw little pleasure in the visit.

“My GM and Maria are rolling alts as well,” added Charlotte, “and I hope you will consent to be of the party. Indeed, Elizabeth, you will be as welcome as either of them.”

The transfer took place; Charlotte and Mr. Collins set off for the new server following /gquits from <Lucas Pwnage>, and everybody had as much to say, or to hear, on the subject as usual. Elizabeth soon heard from her friend; and their correspondence was as regular and frequent as it had ever been; that it should be equally unreserved was impossible. Elizabeth could never address her without feeling that all the comfort of intimacy was over, and though determined not to slacken as a correspondent, it was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was. Charlotte’s first in-game mails and PM’s on the forums were received with a good deal of eagerness; there could not but be curiosity to know how she would speak of her new guild, how she would like Lady Catherine, and how happy she would dare pronounce herself to be; though, when the letters were read, Elizabeth felt that Charlotte expressed herself on every point exactly as she might have foreseen. She wrote cheerfully, seemed surrounded with comforts, and mentioned nothing which she could not praise. The guild, guild bank, server, and tabard, were all to her taste, and Lady Catherine’s behaviour was most friendly and obliging. It was Mr. Collins’s picture of the server and <Rosings> rationally softened; and Elizabeth perceived that she must roll an alt there to know the rest.

Jane had already written a few lines to Elizabeth to tell of her time away from <Longbourne>; and when she wrote again, Elizabeth hoped it would be in her power to say something of Mr Bingley.

Her impatience for this second letter was as well rewarded as impatience generally is. Jane had been a week away without either seeing or hearing from Caroline. She accounted for it, however, by supposing that her last letter to her friend from <Longbourn> had by some accident been caught in the spam filter.

“Mrs. Gardiner,” she continued, “is going to not be available to be online tomorrow, and I shall take the opportunity of offering to run a heroic with Caroline.”

She wrote again when the heroic was run, and she had seen Caroline. “I did not think Caroline in spirits,” were her words, “but she was very glad to see me, and reproached me for giving her no notice of my coming to the server. I was right, therefore, my last letter had never reached her. I inquired after Mr Bingley, of course. He was well, but so much engaged with Mr. Darcy that they scarcely ever saw him. I found that Miss Darcy was expected to dinner. I wish I could see her. The heroic was not long, as Caroline and Louisa were going on vacation irl. I dare say I shall see them soon here.”

Elizabeth shook her head over this letter. It convinced her that accident only could discover to Mr. Bingley Jane’s being on the server.

Four weeks passed away, and Jane saw nothing of him. She endeavoured to persuade herself that she did not regret it; but she could no longer be blind to Caroline’s inattention. After doing only dailies every morning for a fortnight, and inventing every evening a fresh excuse for her, the dps did at last appear; but the shortness of the heroic they queued for, and yet more, the alteration of her manner would allow Jane to deceive herself no longer. The letter which she wrote on this occasion to Elizabeth will prove what she felt.

“My dearest Lizzy will, I am sure, be incapable of triumphing in her better judgement, at my expense, when I confess myself to have been entirely deceived in Caroline’s regard for me. But, my dear friend, though the event has proved you right, do not think me obstinate if I still assert that, considering what her behaviour was, my confidence was as natural as your suspicion. I do not at all comprehend her reason for wishing to be intimate with me; but if the same circumstances were to happen again, I am sure I should be deceived again. Caroline did not run a heroic with me till yesterday; and not a note, not a line, did I receive in the meantime. When she did come, it was very evident that she had no pleasure in it; she made a slight, formal apology, for not sending me a tell before, said not a word of wishing to see me again, and was in every respect so altered a creature, that when she went away I was perfectly resolved to remove her from my friends list. I pity, though I cannot help blaming her. She was very wrong in singling me out as she did; I can safely say that every advance to intimacy began on her side. But I pity her, because she must feel that she has been acting wrong, and because I am very sure that anxiety for Mr Bingley is the cause of it. I need not explain myself farther; and though we know this anxiety to be quite needless, yet if she feels it, it will easily account for her behaviour to me; and so deservedly dear as he is to his guildies, whatever anxiety she must feel on his behalf is natural and amiable. I cannot but wonder, however, at her having any such fears now, because, if he had at all cared about me, we must have met, long ago. He knows of my being on the server, I am certain, from something she said herself; and yet it would seem, by her manner of talking, as if she wanted to persuade herself that he is really partial to Miss Darcy. I cannot understand it. If I were not afraid of judging harshly, I should be almost tempted to say that there is a strong appearance of duplicity in all this. But I will endeavour to banish every painful thought, and think only of what will make me happy—your affection, and the invariable kindness of the Gardiners. Let me hear from you very soon. Caroline said something of his never returning to <Netherfield> again, of giving up the guild, but not with any certainty. We had better not mention it. I am extremely glad that you have such pleasant accounts from our friends at <Rosings>. Pray go to roll an alt with them, with Sir William and Maria. I am sure you will be very comfortable there.—Yours, etc.”

This letter gave Elizabeth some pain; but her spirits returned as she considered that Jane would no longer be duped, by Caroline at least. All expectation from Mr Bingley was now absolutely over. She would not even wish for a renewal of his attentions. His character sunk on every review of it; and as a punishment for him, as well as a possible advantage to Jane, she seriously hoped he might really soon take for a healer Mr. Darcy’s sister, as by Wickham’s account, she would make him abundantly regret what he had thrown away.

Mrs. Gardiner about this time reminded Elizabeth of her promise concerning that tank, and required information; and Elizabeth had such to send as might rather give contentment to Mrs. Gardiner than to herself. His apparent partiality had subsided, his attentions were over, he was the pocket tank of some one else. Elizabeth was watchful enough to see it all, but she could see it and write of it without material pain. Her heart had been but slightly touched, and her vanity was satisfied with believing that she would have been his only choice, had fortune permitted it. The sudden acquisition of ten thousand gold was the most remarkable charm of the healer to whom he was now rendering himself agreeable; but Elizabeth, less clear-sighted perhaps in this case than in Charlotte’s, did not quarrel with him for his wish of independence. Nothing, on the contrary, could be more natural; and while able to suppose that it cost him a few struggles to relinquish her, she was ready to allow it a wise and desirable measure for both, and could very sincerely wish him happy.

All this was acknowledged to Mrs. Gardiner; and after relating the circumstances, she thus went on: “I am now convinced that I have never been much desirous of having a pocket tank; for had I really experienced that pure and elevating passion, I should at present detest his very name, and wish him all manner of evil. But my feelings are not only cordial towardshim; they are even impartial towards Miss King. I cannot find out that I hate her at all, or that I am in the least unwilling to think her a very good sort of healer. There can be no jealousy in all this. My watchfulness has been effectual; and though I certainly should be a more interesting object to all my acquaintances were I distractedly desirous of raiding with him, I cannot say that I regret my comparative insignificance. Importance may sometimes be purchased too dearly. Kitty and Lydia take his defection much more to heart than I do. They are young in the ways of the world, and not yet open to the mortifying conviction that death knight tanks must have something to live on as well as the rest.”


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Today’s fake post

Want to make me squirm?

Like bossing people around?

Have I got a deal for you! I’m obviously flailing for content (though I do have a serious business post in the works) while I try to adjust to this whole employment thing in a place where they can and do monitor everything you do on your computer. Coming home all zombie-like isn’t helping matters.

So I thought perhaps I could see what sort of mess I could get myself into by extending an offer to let people suggest to me any topic and I will attempt to make a post of it and make it relate to WoW. It’s something I claim to be able to do, so it could be fun to try to put my money where my mouth is.

I’m not keen on the notion of using anything thoroughly crude, but the fun of this should be that I won’t have to filter out many suggestions.

Hit me with your pet shark. Or something.

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A blogger among bloggers

Saga recently had her one year blogoversary (grats Saga!) and offered up topics for posts as has become customary among many WoW-bloggers. I asked for one, feeling guilty that all my writing efforts have not gone towards this space since I have not been playing much.

Anyway, for a topic.. hmm.. How about writing one about what it’s like being in a guild with so many bloggers? Do you ever feel like you have to play extra well because if you fail it will be all over the intrawebs? Or is it all just awesome because you all share a second interest, other than WoW, which means you’re more kindred spirits than normally one would see with guildies?

The above was my prompt and I find it hits home nicely in several ways. I don’t fear failing in game and having my name smeared because I happened to end up with a lot of super cool people who just aren’t inclined to point fingers and get all hysterical about their GM making mistakes. Which is fortunate for me because I totally do.

But is it all awesome? Well, yes and no. What I really think it is, is freaking weird. I keep it well in mind that many people joined because Zel and Rhii are super awesome and have bigger audiences than my own, but still… it’s sort of my guild and my dream and seeing anyone attracted to one’s vision is an odd feeling.

The part that makes everything so awesome is actually not that we blog, but that we have similar goals and ideas about what raiding should look like. When I was in WWAB, I felt nearly alone in my progression goals and like I had to push a particularly stubborn donkey uphill to down end game content. In Eff, we all want to punch Deathwing in the face – but we also all have real lives that do take priority in various ways.

I recall writing that I felt as though so many people in the blogosphere had these awesome guilds that were able to be on the same page progression-wise and I wanted to be a situation where people were willing to put in some effort for the same thing. I was so envious back then and now I do have that. We’re not breezing through content by any means, but there are improvements from week to week and when we understand a concept, we really have it. Two kills is as good as farm status for us, which means we are getting our kills through good execution and not just dumb luck.

But getting back to the fact that there are so many bloggers in our ranks – I can say I do get an enormous kick out of it most days. Now that I have sorted my blogroll into various folders for the sidebar, I realize just how much I see posts from Raiding and Casual Effers. And I get this glow of pride whenever one of them posts about the server, let alone the guild. Because I feel we’ve built a home here.

There have been times when I’ve done more teeth-gnashing than grinning though. Like when Mr. Butt joined the guild and blogged about it. That was more exposure than I thought we would ever get and I had laughed hysterically when all the people in my guild told me they were trying to recruit him. It was short-lived, his being here, but I still feel a sense of pride that it was my guild and these friends that gave so venerable a blogger a new sense of excitement and life about the game.

But I also freaked out at the time because while I love having more casual players be a part of this guild, we do have a focus on raiding. And I didn’t want to be SAN 2.0 and lose sight of that, no matter how much I liked the idea of SAN.

Overall, I can’t help but compare Eff to WWAB overall in terms of bloggers. For whatever reason, most people seriously freaked out when Zel and Gnoble joined WWAB. I can see how it might have been odd for strangers to come into the guild and still share all this history with the GM. We probably laughed over things no one else understood. But the resistance to trying to be a part of the world of WoW bloggers is something I still don’t understand to this day. And I lost friendships over it.

But I gained many more.

It’s not an equal or perfect tradeoff in terms of relationships, but it has been very relaxing in many ways to know that my guild is also a part of my audience and I am part of their audience. There’s a level of support there that I could never have gotten from WWAB, much as I loved those people and felt they were supportive of my reign of terror.

But then there’s the strangeness again. Sometimes I wonder why we have guild forums when half of the time our issues get turned into blog fodder anyhow. Not that I resent it at all, and I am just as responsible as the next person for taking something to the blog rather than the forums. There is a feeling of our whole guild being pinned to a cork board and dissected for the rest of the community to see and to judge, though. And that is passing strange.

As anyone can see, I don’t have a really clear answer about how it is to be in a guild with so many bloggers. But I will say that I think any cons that might exist are far, far outweighed by the pros. I would not trade it for anything, not even the glory days of WWAB when all seemed bright and wonderful.

Why? Because there is so much less room for secrets here. And so much more equality. Even when it’s strange or it hurts, I can’t help but feel but that the intimacy is only going to make us a stronger, better group of players.

And that, my friends, is worth hanging onto.

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Skills to pay the bills…

…or how playing WoW can prepare one for a life of tedious employ.

1. Repeat, repeat, repeat, re- …fuck this

I mentioned yesterday that Kooky kept trying to pull me off one project to stick me on another. About the fifth time she did that, I wanted to say: Lissen lady! I farmed a goddamn druid all the way from 80-85 (nearly) on the strength of mining and herbing alone! And you know what I did after that? Do you? I mined and herbed some more. Don’t talk to me about boring, repetitious jobs. Don’t talk to me about needing a break!

2. Repeat, repeat, repeat, re- …fuck this… again

Dragging my sorry carcass out of bed knowing what barely-warmed-over Hell was in store for me was pretty much the most difficult thing I had to do this week. The commute in the cold… the eight hours of work… the commute back in the rain… on public transport… with the public… in dress clothes… (I shudder to think of it all, stretching out for endless months.)

Ah, but I have faced the dailies of more than a dozen rep grinds, from the Ogri’La to Baradin’s Wardens. I have contrived to raise over 45 reputations to exalted. If I can force myself to collect rusty guns and kill 15 demons every day for a paltry reward, then I can convince myself to face the public and the cold and the tedious work for a paltry paycheck.

3. 10-key skills

I have them. I have such mad 10-key skills you don’t even know. Because I am smart and savvy and a GM and I protect my account with an authenticator. It’s the right thing to do. When I see those 5-digit codes at work, I scoff on the inside. Because every time I log into WoW you know I am punching that 6-digit code and a password. Every time. I’m awesome like  that.

4. Putting up with rampant disorganization

Three foot tall stacks of paper notwithstanding, the disorganization of an office environment is peanuts compared to trying to lead a raid to kill the leaders of the filthy horde. Especially when you PUG half the people needed and most of them are know-it-all prima donnas who can’t work out how to follow the goddamn star as that is the tank who will take the beating for them.

Sometimes – most of the time – the only proper response is to take a deep breath and wade into the fray, weapons swinging. Even if it a Swingline stapler.

5. Working with the group

You learn to identify broad types in a pug fairly quickly. That’s the 12-year old dps who is hopped up on either a potent sugar/caffeine cocktail or speed. That’s the sour healer who is there mostly to complain about how healers don’t get no respect these days and get off my lawn! That’s the jocky tank who thinks that the size of his.. ahem… hp is all that matters. Yeah.

It’s the same thing in an office. That guy thinks he’s the leader but it’s really just that he talks a lot while his second-in-command quietly marks the kill and CC targets. That lady think she is massively overworked just because she has to trap at least one mob per every pull. That one over there is the idiot temp who knows she is running with a guild team she would never want to be a part of and who just may try to aggro the auditors just before dropping group.

Shouldn’t have rolled need on those benefits just to deny the temp, yo.

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Precursor to the post I intended to write

Don’t you tell me to shut up about temping. I blog about what is, and what is right now is the reality of my making a partial reentry to the work force after being deliciously unencumbered by the 9-5 since the beginning of the year.

Ahem. Anyhow. I decided to show off a bit on Day Two of temping, temp monkey boogaloo. If I might toot my own horn for just a moment, I have an “ability” that I am coming to realize as being something that not everyone has. I never thought it was special before and I don’t think it’s particularly amazing even now. But not everyone can do it and I therefore have a slight edge.

In the books, it’s always, “I had only to tell him a thing once and it was his,” in reference to people who are good with the learning. I might require two or three tellings for more complex tasks, but for the most part, if you explain a sequence to me once, I can recall it and understand it and put it into motion. Especially when it comes to office work because, let’s face it, a lot of that is super simple anyhow, particularly if one is comfortable with computers and software.

Anyhow, I decided to show off just a little bit today. That crap I collated for scanning and then scanned? Phase three of Most Pointless Workflow Evar was to make sure it had scanned correctly and could be identified with the appropriate file name. So I started the process logged into Kooky McRacistPant’s profile and got to work. Partway through, one of the IT guys managed to roust himself from wherever in the basement they are kept, and wandered up to get me set up on my own profile.

Kooky McRacistPants bustled over to help me get my profile set up correctly, but not before I did it my own damn self because A. Duh and B. I pay attention. Also, duh. Shortly thereafter Kooky was attempting to suss out my longterm employment plans. Did I want to keep temping forever (oh fuck no), was I applying elsewhere currently (you bet yer racist pants I am!) and would I stay forever? (Ummm, no)

I proceeded to spend the rest of the day working through a three foot tall stack of papers. I’d guess I am about halfway through. The thing that burns me is that Kooky spends pretty much all day not working. Instead, she gossips about the office, worries over some neighbor’s dog who hasn’t taken a crap recently, calls vets on behalf of said neighbor’s dog, tells the rest of the office how concerned she is about the dog and then spends the rest of her time talking either about how she feels about people from out of state or who are Native Americans (both are ignorant, violent and frightening) or she talks about how she has the work of three people to do and just can’t seem to get ahead.

Fuck that, Kooky.

The sad thing is that she attempts to sabotage my workflow. Perhaps she is worried I will make her look really bad since I, y’know, get shit done? Whenever I have managed to dig into a project, she’ll swing by to “check on me” and ask if I wouldn’t rather be doing something else. Or something else will suddenly be a big priority.

And maybe it works for some people to cycle between tasks to break up the monotony. I mean, when you get sick of watching paint dry maybe watching grass grow is a nice break. But for me, I prefer to stay on task with small, self-created (Twitter, Google chat, reading a blog) interruptions.

All of which will bring me up to what I had intended this post to be: How skills learned in WoW are helping me survive the joys of temping. But this is already a wall of text and too far gone from my original intent. So consider this needless background for tomorrow’s post and if you made it this far, thanks for reading my QQ about this very silly job.

Writing is so cathartic.

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Let me tell you the problem with this

Disclaimer: this is a real life rant. If you don’t give a rat’s ass about my real life, feel free to move along. If you like it when I claim to be miserable, read on.

So. Temping.

It sucks. I think it must suck even for people who like variety and meeting other people. Well, I am not a fan of meeting other people and I have yet to believe that a variety of businesses or assignments means actual variety in work done.

The thing is, businesses are not likely to be able to afford to spend a whole lot of effort in training someone who will be around for anything from a few days to several months and then gone again. So if they need to hire a temp, chances are pretty good that they are merely looking to unload the shittiest of the shit work. That crap no one wants to do but it has to be done.

Today, I collated papers by hand. Copied down a 5-digit number. Removed staples and paper clips. And then I somehow managed to retain enough brain cells to rub together to use the scanner properly. So that I could scan all these printed-out copies of emails (I KNOW IT MAKES NO SENSE BUT THAT’S WHAT I WAS DOING) and then enter in that same 5-digit number again so that the electronic file could be looked up by file number.


And as if the work itself was not mind-numbingly horrific enough, I was then patronized by a 50-something year old woman who was just so glad I did “have some skills” and wasn’t I “clever, for figuring out that an electronic file could be deleted by pushing the delete key.”

Head. Desk.

I’m not temping because I’m too stupid to do your job, lady. I’m temping because this is a shit economy and work is difficult to find.

Anyhow, to bring this around to something that resembles a point, I am so utterly fried from my day that I am somewhat surprised to have contrived to write this much of a post. I don’t have any intentions of even logging into WoW. Because I am ready for bed. Now.

All of which is to say that we will more than likely be content-light around here for the foreseeable future. If it’s this difficult to string semi-coherent thoughts together after only one day of doing blisteringly stupid work and then being applauded for dancing so well, little temp monkey! – well, I don’t want to know what manner of gibberish I would come up with by the end of the week.

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Pallies ATTACK!

The first time I ever encountered someone in the game who was more of a noob than I was, I began to understand how frustrating I might have been to my friend who got me playing and who would occasionally come and bail my nooby ass out of whatever pickle I had most recently managed to get myself into.

It was back in Vanilla and At and I were all of 40-something and trying to run a few lower level guildies through Deadmines. It was something of a disaster. We were fairly new ourselves and I am certain there were many mechanics we just weren’t fully aware of at the time. But to my mind, the biggest problem was that the little paladin we were trying to help out was not really allowing us to do so.

We asked him to hang back with me and not sit up front like bait. He ignored that and charged ahead. We asked him to throw a heal or two on At. He insisted on fighting. We put the loot on free-for-all and asked him to focus on that. He was disinclined to acquiesce to our requests.

When, in his fervor, he would pull whole rooms and cause a wipe, we would tell him he really needed to hang back and not pull everything in sight. To this, he had only one reply:

Pallies attack!

Such was the rallying cry for the remainder of that slog. We eventually removed him from the party, determining we would finish with the better behaved other lowbie.

I’ve long since forgotten his name. “Pallies attack!”, on the other hand, is something that At and I will still occasionally tell each other with a great deal of enthusiasm. It’s become a joke of ours, one we’ll always laugh about.

I was reminded of pallies attacking today when questing through Western Plaguelands on my rogue. I’d gone through the zone since the shattering, but I did so on Alas and was pretty much just there for the 10 useless achievement points. Which is to say I didn’t pay much attention to the troll that followed me around briefly.

Of course, I have since read other accounts of him and his fumbling ways – he seems to be a great favorite with most who encounter him. And, well, he is pretty much a laugh riot.

His charm is that while he is a bumbling noob, he’s awfully endearing about it: getting stuck on his back in seal form and casting moonfire on himself. Those are fun to see and to laugh at, whereas a new player’s mistakes are usually less endearing: pulling a whole room because they spazzed and hit their autorun key and rolling need on gear they can’t (or shouldn’t) use but that you had your eye on.

There’s not really any way for Blizzard to make new player’s mistakes as endearing as they have made Zen’Kiki’s. But those of us who are more experienced can try to cast the same friendly eye on those mistakes that we do on Zen’Kiki’s.

So the next time you end up in a group with someone who makes you want to scoop your own eyeballs out with a hot spoon, remember that, like Zen’Kiki, that other player may not be malicious but is just making an honest mistake.

We’ve all been there.

And if someone could push me into a lake or something, that would be fantastic. I seem to have gotten myself stuck in swim form and I’m in a desert.

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