0161: Thought I was gonna disappear again, eh?

If this (find #84) holds true, I will be finally ending my WoW addiction. Transfers for the server that I've been playing on go live in one or two days. My druid, which I *loved* playing, has been mothballed on the other server for months now, because I was sick of worrying about raiding, bad guilds, and PVP. I heard about the paid character trasnfers at $25, and thought "that'd give my druid new life!"

To decide to alter that, DAYS before several servers go live for transfers, really sucks. I mean, *REALLY*.

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Since I talked about gaming, then I'll finish abuot that, and do another post about my last two days at work.

Sunday's D&D game was awesome. nyminal really made the world of Greyhawk "pop" for me, and that's a plus. My rogue never took damage. Heck, I managed to NEVER be lined up to take an attack roll (it pays to skulk in the shadows :) ). As a result, though, he had to do the heavy lifting, driving, intimidation, and whatnot for the group on our way back to the village. The two barbarians and the paladin all nearly died. Let's hear it for the squishies!! :)

We hit level 2, but instead of mage, I am going to focus on being a rogue. Heck, I might even stick with rogue for 20 levels. I was doing the "oh yeah, I'mma flank that guy, so the big dude I know with the huge sword can really hurt him" when I *was* in combat. :) It was a blast. I might still take some levels of mage, but not yet.

0162: "It looks like someone has a case of the Mondays!" *gunfire and death screams*

Okay, so here's where I talk about how work went..

On Sunday, I was the MIC, in addition to being the morning accounting person (who did the end of week paperwork) and payroll. You know what? I didn't care. :) No, really. I spent the morning reading Charles de Lint's new novel, Widdershins. Oh, I'd put it down, and go back to work, but every few minutes, I'd grab it, and read a few more pages. I was infinitely lucky that I was the MIC, or I'd have been in serious trouble. (No, I'm not really worried about anyone with power to get me in trouble reading this.)

I should have had a breeze doing payroll, since I got the ring errors caught up before I left on Saturday. Instead, because of some conversion that was done overnight Saturday/Sunday, I had to talk to the zone secretary about getting the store sales figures. Factor in a rush downstairs that I had to help with (payroll may not worry about rushes, but MICs do), and I was after 10am getting done. (Of course, that is ignoring the whole "reading a book WAAAAY too much" bit. :) )

By the time I left at 1pm, I was so apathetic that I could have just left, without ensuring that my relief was there.

It got better, though. I may have figured out a new way to handle Sundays. I changed into a non-work shirt before I left, and stopped at Burger King near nyminal's place, and got something to eat, while I read more of my book. Then, I went to Walgreens to get the necessary junk food (TWIZZLERS!!) for our D&D game, and arrived at his house about 30 minutes before the game was to start. In other words, perfect timing, just about. :)

After I got home, I hung out with an online friend for a few hours, but went to sleep early enough that I'd still get 8 hours of sleep before I had to be at work on Monday.

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On Monday, I rolled over and looked at my clock. It read 1145a. For a second, I panicked. OMG! I was supposed to be at work at 600a. No, wait. No I wasn't....

...I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK AT 11a!! I had somehow overslept by 2 full hours. I ddn't panic again. Instead, I called the co-manager, told him what happened (MGR: "What? You were supposed to be here at 11am? I didn't realize." ME: *facepalm*), told him I would be there around 1p, and that I wasn't going to worry about making my time up.

I sohuld have stayed in bed. When I'd been there for around an hour and a half, a Coke rep showed up, to fix the lock on the vending machine outside. Now, the only thing wrong with it was that the keys were lost (IMO, by a substitute vendor who worked the weekend between when we last saw 'em, and first noticed them missing), but the rep said that it wasn't their lock. Crap. For some reason, which I cannot now explain, I found myself out there, helping her try to get the lock off.

Simply put, I'm a moron. To elaborate further, I should never have been out there helping, because when we couldn't get the lock off by drilling out the core (it's a "hockey puck" lock -- look at a Coke machine next time you pass one. If you see a big metal tuna-can-size lock, that's a "hockey puck"), I wound up trying to be the muscle to pry the lock off with a crowbar. Well, the crowbar slipped and, based on my angle for leverage, hit me in the face. To be more specific, it hit the right lens of my glasses. I don't have to explain what happens when a big metal tool hit shaped and polished plastic, but you'd ask. So, to sum it up, my glasses have three very noticeable and very permanent scratches on the right lens.

I managed through that, and I think the rest of the night was not that bad (though what could be as bad as having to replace your glasses?), and I left at 8pm, happy to be out of there. I brought home my dinner and a tub of Bluebell Homemade Vanilla ice cream, only to find out that the ice cream burst a seam on the bottom, so it was slowly melting into the grocery bag. *sigh* I got it handled quickly, and had a good dinner and did some more reading.

Tomorrow (today?), I'm going to talk to the apartment people, and find out if we're able to do our walkthrough, and get our key, so I can get on with the whole moving process. I am *sick* of the waiting. I wanna get my ass in my new place, get things situated, and be able to walk in, toss my keys on the bar, and plop down to watch some TV. :)

Anyway, no matter what, it won't suck like Monday.

Good night/morning, folks. :)

0163: Things Unforeseen..

Well, today was a fiasco.

Scott came over around 130p, and he called the apartment complex before we went over there, to make sure that all was in readiness. The lady who answered the phone -- indeed, the one who I guess will be getting the commission for getting the paperwork processed for us -- got a snooty tone, and said, "I said I will call you when it's ready." Wow.. talk about friendly. Odd, though, that only the night before, the lady *I* spoke with said that it should be ready, and that I should call tomorrow (Tuesday, aka today) to see if it was ready.

We decided to go "window shopping" to handle our disappointment. We had lunch at Applebee's first, though. The service wasn't abysmal, but I was unhappy about it, and I try to be forgiving. Oh well, that's life. From there, we headed to Target, and browsed the aisles, laughing about the things we found, but also finding a few things that we'd want (coffee maker is a MUST!!). From there, we went to Best Buy, to price TVs. We found a very nice one for a reasonable price. Again, we window shopped, so we left with nothing, though I realized that it was beginning to bother me just a wee bit. :) (I like to buy stuff. Bite me. :) )

We came home, swinging by Comic Cellar for some D&D miniatures (Dracolich! Woo!), and talked for a while before he left. Most of what's been on my mind today has been none other than the Paid Character Transfers for World of Warcraft. ONE DAY from opening, and they had the gall to push us back to November. To add insult to injury, they claimed it was "popular feedback".

I've cancelled my account. It will expire next Monday. The only way that I'm going to be paying for WoW before December is simply if they set up transfers this week after all. My friends have cancelled, and we've decided to play Diablo II: Lord of Destruction until the Warhammer MMO is released.

Well, I am in the final stages of installing LoD, so I am gonna get ready for some spinning pentagram goodness. \,,/ ^_^