Alright so started off my week with the season primer of The Riches (Eddie Izzard) on FX. The only thing about moving to Colorado that has ticked me off so far, is what time something is coming on the telly. I don't watch alot of telly, find most of the programs to be trite if not down right crass and insulting to one's intelligence. So I had it narrowed down to 3 shows: Sopranos (now off the air), The Riches and South Park. Well the writers strike delayed the primer of many a t.v. show but I was really waiting for The Riches, I was not disappointed; still a very vibrant and well written show. I usually don't get sucked into telly drama, even after 8 years of Sopranos I just didn't get totally pulled in, so when it ended I just chuckled to myself.
Anyway back to The Riches, this series has truely sucked me in, maybe it's because it is very cleaverly written or that the premise is so astromically insane? But here is my problem, time zones. It would appear that all programming on FX is pacific time, so there I am waiting fot the 1 billion th running of Batman returns to finish as Riches was to be on at 10:00 p.m., but it was pacific time. Really once I had looked up to see what time it was well Batman had saved Gotham once again and it was ten minutes to eleven Denver time, CRAP! Well I had stayed up this long staying up another hour was gonna matter a hell of lot. Hell 6 hours of sleep, yeah I'm good. In the end it was all worth it, a great show and I'm now looking forward to a great season.
Right so we had walk through on the house yesterday, I guess one should not judge the power of the professionals doing the work. When the Missus and I saw the house 3 days prior we were pretty sure that it wouldn't be close to ready for us yesterday. OK turns out it was pretty damn close, touch up paint stuff mostly getting my wiring into the homeruns and finishing the hardwood floors. The missus is always excited about these things while I think about the work that has to be done, once that is completed I'll be excited about the new house. always needing something to worry about the missus is hitting me with questions about the wiring and how she is going to be able to work for Medquist if it isn't finished. You know it funny she gets on the Beezer almost nightly for asking questions no one has answers to, gee wonder where he gets that trait from??? I really hate getting hit with technical questions the minute I roll out of bed, usually my first thought is making the bladder gladder, once done it's 5 minutes of convining myself that being out of bed is a good idea. Exchange good mornings with the missus and think about getting dressed and ready to roll out to work. When conversation is started you can trust that two things will happen. One: What ever you asked me for, I will most likely forget. Stop at store get milk; yeah forgotten by the time I've lit my first smoke of the day on my way out the door. Two: I'm most likely not really listening, my ears take at least 2 hours to start working in the morning, most of the time any kind of input has entered but much like talking under water, yeah that is what I hear.
Right so didn't really finish this on the day I had started it, but now that it is actually March 26th; closing day on the house figured I'd finish this off on a positive note. Everything got done, the place looks good, the missus has calmed down at least a little bit and it appears I'm a home owner... again.
Only bad thing, my renter is once again delinquent in his rent payment, tell you what if he wasn't me best friend I'd be down in Vegas kicking someones teeth in, sigh guess me in laws were right, he will forever be me eldist boy.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
2 Down - 1 To Go
Well Sy greeted me this week end with great news from the Vegas/UMC end of the world. It would appear they lowered the boom on Lord Farquaad (The CIO of UMC). Not only did the county cut him loose, but they eliminated the postion all together. Now all that remains for the rubbish man is Asshat (Director of IS at UMC) and if I know anything at all about the current CEO of UMC... She hates Asshat with a passion. I don't expect anything too immediate since the department is already down one assitant director. It's just really good to know that those who diserved to be sacked have been and here's hoping that the last of them is on his way out the door as well. Just wanted to drop this post in as it is indeed a memory worth having record of.
Friday, March 14, 2008
I'm Right, You're Wrong...
So there I am last night grinding away at jewelery crafting with Raay when I see Rinnessa from me old guild Crimson Corsairs, but she is not flying a CC tag any more (some stupid Khoulu nonsense guild name), Anyway after leaving CC on not the best of terms with the officers and especially Captains (guild leaders)Pam and Rinnessa, I didn't send her a tell right away saying what the hell. Instead finished up a few things I needed to do craft wise and headed off to park in TT so I could harvest this evening. Curosity was killing me.
So I fire up the second computer and go on over to EQ2 Players and look up me old guild. But wait what is this I see? Checked the list 3 times, Dammage has left CC as well!?! The person who jumpped my train for leaving, the officer who said he would never ever leave CC for any reason. The same person who said to me time and time again that he would be the last person out of CC. Humm now the hipocracy just seems fitting.
So I shoot Rinny a tell and ask what happened, at first she was aprehensive, sometimes tells outta no where can catch ya off guard esp if your crafting or something. Then I see the reply of absolutely nothing. KK I was prepaired to leave it at that but surprisingly enough she expounded upon this. I could tell in the begining she was a bit defensive, wasn't my intention to do a nah na na na nah or even rub hard feelings (if there were any) I was well surprised mostly. Two of CC's biggest cheerleaders had moved on. The explaination being that they wanted to raid. From Dammage I can see that more or less, not a big giant call for bruisers in raid but he was developing a few other toons. I'm pretty sure the lack of any events of grouping in CC also plaied a part in both of their decisions. One can only solo so long before they start fiddling with the idea of moving on. I did.
So at this point I do wish them both well in there respective guilds and hope they get everything out of the game that they want. I still consider both of them friends even though we haven't really spoken since I left CC.
So what is the point of this entry then?
To Pamalla.. I'M RIGHT, YOU'RE WRONG AND WE BOTH KNOW IT!
im right, you're wrong -
an we both know it.
i'm right, you're wrong -
an it's no secret.
i'm right, you're wrong -
but you got (HAD) the power.
what do ya mean -
when ya stare at me.
you think we're nothing -
but things will change.
we may be crazy -
but we're not insane.
i'm right, you're wrong -
but you got (HAD) the power.
i'm right, you're wrong -
an we all know it.
i'm right, you're wrong -
so let's break it.
your gonna fall (FAIL) - you set yourself up.
you can't stall -
it's crumbling down.
out of the way -
it's been standing too long.
i'm right, you're wrong -
but you got (HAD) the power.
i'm right you're wrong -
an we all know it.
i'm right, you're wrong -
so we'll have to break it.
i'm right, you're wrong -
but you got (HAD) the power.
i'm right, you're wrong
an we all know it.
i'm right, you're wrong - so we'll have to take it.
I'm Right, You're Wrong by D.O.A.
So I fire up the second computer and go on over to EQ2 Players and look up me old guild. But wait what is this I see? Checked the list 3 times, Dammage has left CC as well!?! The person who jumpped my train for leaving, the officer who said he would never ever leave CC for any reason. The same person who said to me time and time again that he would be the last person out of CC. Humm now the hipocracy just seems fitting.
So I shoot Rinny a tell and ask what happened, at first she was aprehensive, sometimes tells outta no where can catch ya off guard esp if your crafting or something. Then I see the reply of absolutely nothing. KK I was prepaired to leave it at that but surprisingly enough she expounded upon this. I could tell in the begining she was a bit defensive, wasn't my intention to do a nah na na na nah or even rub hard feelings (if there were any) I was well surprised mostly. Two of CC's biggest cheerleaders had moved on. The explaination being that they wanted to raid. From Dammage I can see that more or less, not a big giant call for bruisers in raid but he was developing a few other toons. I'm pretty sure the lack of any events of grouping in CC also plaied a part in both of their decisions. One can only solo so long before they start fiddling with the idea of moving on. I did.
So at this point I do wish them both well in there respective guilds and hope they get everything out of the game that they want. I still consider both of them friends even though we haven't really spoken since I left CC.
So what is the point of this entry then?
To Pamalla.. I'M RIGHT, YOU'RE WRONG AND WE BOTH KNOW IT!
im right, you're wrong -
an we both know it.
i'm right, you're wrong -
an it's no secret.
i'm right, you're wrong -
but you got (HAD) the power.
what do ya mean -
when ya stare at me.
you think we're nothing -
but things will change.
we may be crazy -
but we're not insane.
i'm right, you're wrong -
but you got (HAD) the power.
i'm right, you're wrong -
an we all know it.
i'm right, you're wrong -
so let's break it.
your gonna fall (FAIL) - you set yourself up.
you can't stall -
it's crumbling down.
out of the way -
it's been standing too long.
i'm right, you're wrong -
but you got (HAD) the power.
i'm right you're wrong -
an we all know it.
i'm right, you're wrong -
so we'll have to break it.
i'm right, you're wrong -
but you got (HAD) the power.
i'm right, you're wrong
an we all know it.
i'm right, you're wrong - so we'll have to take it.
I'm Right, You're Wrong by D.O.A.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Like An Old Pair Of Boots
Day 4 in the new job, and to be honest I'm still in that new job cruse. So far about 20 different people have asked me how I like it and the only thing that has come to mind is, it's like slipping on an old pair of boots. UMC was a challenge like no other I've faced in the IT industry, I came in the crew was still small (just like the new job)and it was learn it as you go (also like the new job). I built up a wealth of knowledge on the way things worked at UMC, knowledge I pretty much believe that I am in sole possession of. Working IT in a hospital is pretty much the same no matter what hospital you work in, the department is still trying to figure itself out or new management means a new way of doing things. What remains a constant is the fact that it is a hospital, the vendors are still writing patches for Win 95 versions of their software and pretty much you have to make everything last way past it's expiration date because there just isn't money to replace the item.
UMC was over 300 beds, making it a fairly sizable hospital, still in the medium range but getting real close to a large (usually 400+ beds) facility. Good ol Platte Valley Medical Center has 70 beds, I can tour the whole facility, every single department in roughly 23 minutes, as with UMC it was a good hour and a half (not including getting stuck in elevators). PVMC is a "non smoking campus" as UMC was a good luck not getting mugged campus (not really - but I needed a catchy comparision). At UMC we were a swarthy band of techs following our leader CIO Barbie into the jaws of hell. Then Barbie left and things were never really the same. Sy has moved on to security and according to G he really is digging it as well as making pretty damn good coin. I'm glad, Sy needed a place to put down roots, he was never really big on change or adventure.
This is a good spot for me at this time and place in my life, I'm sure frustrations and other things will come round to make me believe I made the mistake of a lifetime, but think about it; have you been happy and right with the universe every single day on your job? I would bet the farm you said no, if you didn't either you don't work or really shouldn't be reading this blog. Working for a living is a drag at best. You can think of at least 20 different things you could be doing if you didn't have to go to work. I would say at least 2 out of the 20 may even accomplish a goal and not involve totally spacing out all day or turning the whole day into one big nap.
So really as of this writing I could still be slugging it out at Judicial, it appears that a few ex-co-workers are in hot water for the ever so terrible crime of looking into a directory with some one else's name on it on a shared server. One has already resigned in liu of taking a dump truck load of crap and still be forever on the shite list. A 9 year employee and most likely one of the best techs on the team; let go without a single care.
The second was my old partner @ Adams. Ghetto is a good guy and made a mistake on like his second week on the job and looked in a directory on the shared server. I could write volumes about what I think about this, but I'm no longer there and really would like to forget much of that time.
So this post is really a place marker in time, I don't have a point; no moral or reason to what has been spewed forth other than the knowledge that sometimes we revert back to what we know best, be it for safety or used as a safety net when one is falling. Don't fear those old boots, but do mind your feet; sometimes the most comfortable pair of shoes cause you the most damage.
Hey by FEAR
HEY!
HEY, HEY, HEY
HEY!
(Quoting Lee Ving lead singer for FEAR - 'If any one of youz can figure out the words to this here song claim your prize in the men's room')
UMC was over 300 beds, making it a fairly sizable hospital, still in the medium range but getting real close to a large (usually 400+ beds) facility. Good ol Platte Valley Medical Center has 70 beds, I can tour the whole facility, every single department in roughly 23 minutes, as with UMC it was a good hour and a half (not including getting stuck in elevators). PVMC is a "non smoking campus" as UMC was a good luck not getting mugged campus (not really - but I needed a catchy comparision). At UMC we were a swarthy band of techs following our leader CIO Barbie into the jaws of hell. Then Barbie left and things were never really the same. Sy has moved on to security and according to G he really is digging it as well as making pretty damn good coin. I'm glad, Sy needed a place to put down roots, he was never really big on change or adventure.
This is a good spot for me at this time and place in my life, I'm sure frustrations and other things will come round to make me believe I made the mistake of a lifetime, but think about it; have you been happy and right with the universe every single day on your job? I would bet the farm you said no, if you didn't either you don't work or really shouldn't be reading this blog. Working for a living is a drag at best. You can think of at least 20 different things you could be doing if you didn't have to go to work. I would say at least 2 out of the 20 may even accomplish a goal and not involve totally spacing out all day or turning the whole day into one big nap.
So really as of this writing I could still be slugging it out at Judicial, it appears that a few ex-co-workers are in hot water for the ever so terrible crime of looking into a directory with some one else's name on it on a shared server. One has already resigned in liu of taking a dump truck load of crap and still be forever on the shite list. A 9 year employee and most likely one of the best techs on the team; let go without a single care.
The second was my old partner @ Adams. Ghetto is a good guy and made a mistake on like his second week on the job and looked in a directory on the shared server. I could write volumes about what I think about this, but I'm no longer there and really would like to forget much of that time.
So this post is really a place marker in time, I don't have a point; no moral or reason to what has been spewed forth other than the knowledge that sometimes we revert back to what we know best, be it for safety or used as a safety net when one is falling. Don't fear those old boots, but do mind your feet; sometimes the most comfortable pair of shoes cause you the most damage.
Hey by FEAR
HEY!
HEY, HEY, HEY
HEY!
(Quoting Lee Ving lead singer for FEAR - 'If any one of youz can figure out the words to this here song claim your prize in the men's room')
Monday, March 3, 2008
In The Home Stretch
Right so not counting today I've got 4 more days to slug it with judicial. Wednesday we have a meeting with the nut job that runs this department, so that will be a late in and an early out :). I'll be meeting with the HR person from the new job on Thursday, doubt I'll even turn up at the old job. Then there is Friday, pretty much rounding up what belongs to me, and turning in what doesn't, then will most likely call it a day :). So all in all not a bad week ahead. So in an effort to fight off being totally bored (pretty damn quiet at the old job) I spent the moring typing up a long assed email to Sy, had totally forgot that I hadn't told him about the job change or how the new house was coming along. I was pretty sure that I had sent him an email right back about 2 weeks ago, but it appears that it didn't send or I just spaced and saved it without sending. Either way it needed the latest news, so there it is.
March 26th is our offical closing date on the new house, I just want the movers to turn up, put all of our crap on the truck and get it there. While I'm totaly psyched about getting the new house the hassle of moving is just well suxors. I'm very curious about the new job as well, I'm pretty sure that I'll be writing my own ticket there and can't wait to get started, fingers crossed that I will like it and make a good go of it; we shall see.
Life in the EQ2 world: It truely amazes me how this happens. Basically I was getting a bit bored and directionless in game, reading the comments that other players are making in chat channels about this or that was getting a bit depressing. After the insodents of the other day I had started on a program of not taking the game too serious anyway. So I figured I'd spare myself some greif and turned off the chat channels for my past levels. Then I went about figuring out what I wanted to do next. I decided that this weeks obsession would be leveling my Fury, the week end was great! I got 3 of possibly the best PUG's I've had in game and Ratius just went along his way to leveling. What I discovered is I'm not too bad at the healing thing. I managed to solo heal 3 instances (all a few levels higher than my toon currently is)and got alot of things done for myself and others in the group(s). To me that is what game is truely all about, having fun with others who are having fun. No one pointing fingers when a death/wipe occures and folks genuinely having fun and not trying to lewt whore or accusing others of lewt whoring. Good runs, good exp and a renewed out look on game. I guess without a few lows, the highs wouldn't be as fun.
I also noticed that running my own guild is way better than filling in a spot in someone else's vision of a guild. Crimson Corsairs pretty much proved to me that guildies aren't always your friends, and some folks when you try to be a friend to them are nothing more than lecherious bitches in the end. Shut up and go with the program or you are nothing more than drama to them. In The Order we don't do that, everyone is always willing to lend a hand when needed but still independant enough to go about doing their own thing. We haven't been busting balls to level the guild but in a steady pace have managed to hit level 29. Big deal you say? Well it is, figuring I dug the guild out of minus 15 levels, then brought it up to level 19 before reopening the doors. So really in 5 months time just being steady we have gained 10 levels. Kudos to me guildies for that, there are about 10 of us that are on steady, more or less 5 of us (not counting all my alts that get in a shot here and there)doing the majority of the work, we have not done bad at all. Ryuuza (my senior officer) has really been good about reminding me that The Order is a no pressure guild and that she wouldn't want to be guilded anywhere else. OK sure alot of it is that I have a crafter for every need that keeps most around, but I think the fact that I have shown that a guild leader can be more than the figurehead of the guild, will turn up to help out the guildies and also make crafted items as fast as the can request em has helped quite a bit as well. I realize that alot of the pressure from game I put on myself. I won't be the first level 80 on either side, many folks have beaten me there quite steadily. I don't have to be anything except another pixel runner having fun. I feel pretty good about playing again, I always enjoyed the paper and pencil D & D that Sy and I played for so many years. I like doing something new in game, not all of my toons have done the exact same thing, not the exact same way. Some toons have done this raid or instance or finished that quest or the other. Each one has it's own personality and own set of experiances, in total I've experianced much of the games content, I'm sure with getting a few toons into the 80's I'll have seen alomst everything in one way or the other. All in all a good experiance (a big time sink) but a good experiance over all. Everything in life has it's ups and downs, much like life you brush yerself off and carry on. I managed to move on from GP and have pretty much become a distant memory to them and think I feak out Kouric, Rone and Koram when one of my alts runs past them, stops and bows or waves. Yep think I've been erased in the memories of my old guildies; that in itself is kind of fun :). So then on to CC, still get a tell or two from a couple of the nicer folks, but for all tense and purpose I've been written off from their end to. I've made alot of contacts getting out in the big bad world of Norrath, lots of folks wanting me to join their guild or just adventure and group. It's a nice feeling when you can happily accept or decline at your own leasure. Yep it's good to be guild leader, sometimes it's really good.
March 26th is our offical closing date on the new house, I just want the movers to turn up, put all of our crap on the truck and get it there. While I'm totaly psyched about getting the new house the hassle of moving is just well suxors. I'm very curious about the new job as well, I'm pretty sure that I'll be writing my own ticket there and can't wait to get started, fingers crossed that I will like it and make a good go of it; we shall see.
Life in the EQ2 world: It truely amazes me how this happens. Basically I was getting a bit bored and directionless in game, reading the comments that other players are making in chat channels about this or that was getting a bit depressing. After the insodents of the other day I had started on a program of not taking the game too serious anyway. So I figured I'd spare myself some greif and turned off the chat channels for my past levels. Then I went about figuring out what I wanted to do next. I decided that this weeks obsession would be leveling my Fury, the week end was great! I got 3 of possibly the best PUG's I've had in game and Ratius just went along his way to leveling. What I discovered is I'm not too bad at the healing thing. I managed to solo heal 3 instances (all a few levels higher than my toon currently is)and got alot of things done for myself and others in the group(s). To me that is what game is truely all about, having fun with others who are having fun. No one pointing fingers when a death/wipe occures and folks genuinely having fun and not trying to lewt whore or accusing others of lewt whoring. Good runs, good exp and a renewed out look on game. I guess without a few lows, the highs wouldn't be as fun.
I also noticed that running my own guild is way better than filling in a spot in someone else's vision of a guild. Crimson Corsairs pretty much proved to me that guildies aren't always your friends, and some folks when you try to be a friend to them are nothing more than lecherious bitches in the end. Shut up and go with the program or you are nothing more than drama to them. In The Order we don't do that, everyone is always willing to lend a hand when needed but still independant enough to go about doing their own thing. We haven't been busting balls to level the guild but in a steady pace have managed to hit level 29. Big deal you say? Well it is, figuring I dug the guild out of minus 15 levels, then brought it up to level 19 before reopening the doors. So really in 5 months time just being steady we have gained 10 levels. Kudos to me guildies for that, there are about 10 of us that are on steady, more or less 5 of us (not counting all my alts that get in a shot here and there)doing the majority of the work, we have not done bad at all. Ryuuza (my senior officer) has really been good about reminding me that The Order is a no pressure guild and that she wouldn't want to be guilded anywhere else. OK sure alot of it is that I have a crafter for every need that keeps most around, but I think the fact that I have shown that a guild leader can be more than the figurehead of the guild, will turn up to help out the guildies and also make crafted items as fast as the can request em has helped quite a bit as well. I realize that alot of the pressure from game I put on myself. I won't be the first level 80 on either side, many folks have beaten me there quite steadily. I don't have to be anything except another pixel runner having fun. I feel pretty good about playing again, I always enjoyed the paper and pencil D & D that Sy and I played for so many years. I like doing something new in game, not all of my toons have done the exact same thing, not the exact same way. Some toons have done this raid or instance or finished that quest or the other. Each one has it's own personality and own set of experiances, in total I've experianced much of the games content, I'm sure with getting a few toons into the 80's I'll have seen alomst everything in one way or the other. All in all a good experiance (a big time sink) but a good experiance over all. Everything in life has it's ups and downs, much like life you brush yerself off and carry on. I managed to move on from GP and have pretty much become a distant memory to them and think I feak out Kouric, Rone and Koram when one of my alts runs past them, stops and bows or waves. Yep think I've been erased in the memories of my old guildies; that in itself is kind of fun :). So then on to CC, still get a tell or two from a couple of the nicer folks, but for all tense and purpose I've been written off from their end to. I've made alot of contacts getting out in the big bad world of Norrath, lots of folks wanting me to join their guild or just adventure and group. It's a nice feeling when you can happily accept or decline at your own leasure. Yep it's good to be guild leader, sometimes it's really good.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Mixed Bag
My mood as of late can best be described as melancholy. To say the least two weeks’ notice tends to change one perspective and also lends to far too much time to think about, well everything. This mixed with a general sense of not really giving a shite about too much other than doing nothing, yet becoming increasingly bored at the aspect of doing nothing. It’s a fun ride really, it leaves me feeling kind of detached from everything around me. These little mental holidays are good for everyone and I highly recommend you take one sometime soon. I’m going to list out a few examples, normally these following scenarios would either tend to piss me off or fill me with dread and anxiety.
The new house and moving: At this point the Missus and I have so much repacking and getting ready to move to do (of which we have done pretty much nothing) that usually I’d be stressed to no end that we haven’t really bothered. WE are both really psyched about the new house and can’t wait to get into it, but I think the apartment we are in is some kind of mystic hall of dread that prevents either of us from getting down to getting to work on packing it back up. Now I know that the Missus and I being sicker than sin the past few weeks has played a part in this as well, but it is very rare that both of us are totally unmotivated to do something that needs doing at the exact same time. I take the blame for this, my personality tends to be infectious, I’ve inspired acts of great motivation and commitment to damn near lost causes in my time, but I’ve also lead may an unwary traveler down the road of doom and despair. I’m sure I will snap out of it fairly soon, I always do. But for now I’m just enjoying the mental holiday.
The Job: PLEASE! I’m on two weeks’ notice, to think I’m even going to think about really working is just plain crass. If UMC taught me anything at all it was indeed, Do NOT get emotionally involved with the job or the people you work with. Don’t get me wrong you sort of need work friends to survive your daily torture at work. One or two good folks to commiserate with over a tasty beverage, a needed cigarette or occasionally large amounts of fermented tasty beverage. As to the emotional connection to the job itself, it’s a hard thing not to do, you always end up putting a bit of yourself into your work and we all have issues with loss in our lives *Think of all the cool toys you had as a kid, where the hell did my Lincoln Logs go anyway?*
So I’m in game (EQ2) last night playing me Fury alt when I get a tell to join a raid. I figure what the hell, not doing too much at the moment. So I make the pretty long run from Freeport to the back ass end of Feerrott for this raid taking place in a special instance of Cazic Thule. So there we are waiting around (pretty typical) for the raid to get its collective shite together, 30 minutes turns to 45 then on to better than an hour and the raid leader decides we have waited long enough and we finally go in. Now while we were waiting around the raid talked about who was Main Tank, Main Assist and that lewt rules we NBG (Need Before Greed). This particular instance is sort of a jack pot of named mobs (14 in total) and we started out pretty strong (this is typical too, a good raid maintains it all the way through) hitting mobs and taking em down, watching with keen interest at what dropped off these slain foes; I’m sure my fellow raiders were taking note of this as well. We fight on and start to get down to the last few named mobs and things are just falling apart. Folks tend to lose focus in a long raid but we had only been at it about an hour and a half, so it was kind of silly that some of these folks were falling short. So a very long story later we are at the point of saying uncle, just about everyone in the raid was broken on armor and no one other than myself seemed to have a repair kit or back up gear (been merc raiding for awhile now and expect very little from those putting on the raid). So we call the raid over and now comes the everyone standing around to see what lewts are to be had. Well the raid leader is just standing around while everyone is calling for lewt rolls. He says “what lewt?” This is when everyone starts listing what dropped and what they wanted. Being a crafter I was keen on a few of the rare materials that dropped. What it came down to is, the raid leader (also the leader of his guild I believe) proclaims that none of the rares are available he is keeping them all, that out of the 10 masters that dropped only two of them were up for rolls as the rest could be used by his guild, none of the weapons or armor could be rolled on, but the 20 some Adept I books could be (this is usually considered vendor trash). Needless to say many of the folks in the raid were pissed off (This was a PUG [Pick Up Group]raid) I stood there thinking about it for a minute, I got an outrageous amount of exp debt and a very big repair bill from being totally broken on 2 sets of armor. I just kept thinking I should be mad, I should be sending this asshat tell after tell about what an asshat he actually is, but somehow it just didn’t seem to matter, it is after all a game; nothing more than pixels. I called back to my home town and repaired, checked my broker; I had made damn near the exact amount I just spent to repair. All in all the night was a wash; basically it was as if I had never logged on. The true reality of the time sink that this game is hit me. While I still want to play and do look forward to it after a day at work, it just seemed to not matter as much anymore. I was feeling bad about game as of late. The Order is just a little guild, I like it that way; but I cannot for the life of me understand why the current members hang around. We try to put events together but either not enough folks to go or folks are busy doing their own thing. I guess this is OK, doesn’t matter too much to me if they are happy with the current state of affairs who am I to question why they stay. So all in all, these things would at any other time really bother me and weigh on my mind. As of late it just doesn’t seem to matter, it is after all a game.
So there it is playmates, no big message, no moral to the story and really not much point to the post other than remembering that once in a while it’s OK to just generally say fuck it to everything in life. I’m not advocating it as a lifestyle; nihilists kind of piss me off. Apathy usually really pisses me off, but there are times when we all need the mental holiday. I still highly suggest the trip.
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About this world
I don't care
About that girl
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About these words
I don't care
‘I Don’t Care’ by Ramones
The new house and moving: At this point the Missus and I have so much repacking and getting ready to move to do (of which we have done pretty much nothing) that usually I’d be stressed to no end that we haven’t really bothered. WE are both really psyched about the new house and can’t wait to get into it, but I think the apartment we are in is some kind of mystic hall of dread that prevents either of us from getting down to getting to work on packing it back up. Now I know that the Missus and I being sicker than sin the past few weeks has played a part in this as well, but it is very rare that both of us are totally unmotivated to do something that needs doing at the exact same time. I take the blame for this, my personality tends to be infectious, I’ve inspired acts of great motivation and commitment to damn near lost causes in my time, but I’ve also lead may an unwary traveler down the road of doom and despair. I’m sure I will snap out of it fairly soon, I always do. But for now I’m just enjoying the mental holiday.
The Job: PLEASE! I’m on two weeks’ notice, to think I’m even going to think about really working is just plain crass. If UMC taught me anything at all it was indeed, Do NOT get emotionally involved with the job or the people you work with. Don’t get me wrong you sort of need work friends to survive your daily torture at work. One or two good folks to commiserate with over a tasty beverage, a needed cigarette or occasionally large amounts of fermented tasty beverage. As to the emotional connection to the job itself, it’s a hard thing not to do, you always end up putting a bit of yourself into your work and we all have issues with loss in our lives *Think of all the cool toys you had as a kid, where the hell did my Lincoln Logs go anyway?*
So I’m in game (EQ2) last night playing me Fury alt when I get a tell to join a raid. I figure what the hell, not doing too much at the moment. So I make the pretty long run from Freeport to the back ass end of Feerrott for this raid taking place in a special instance of Cazic Thule. So there we are waiting around (pretty typical) for the raid to get its collective shite together, 30 minutes turns to 45 then on to better than an hour and the raid leader decides we have waited long enough and we finally go in. Now while we were waiting around the raid talked about who was Main Tank, Main Assist and that lewt rules we NBG (Need Before Greed). This particular instance is sort of a jack pot of named mobs (14 in total) and we started out pretty strong (this is typical too, a good raid maintains it all the way through) hitting mobs and taking em down, watching with keen interest at what dropped off these slain foes; I’m sure my fellow raiders were taking note of this as well. We fight on and start to get down to the last few named mobs and things are just falling apart. Folks tend to lose focus in a long raid but we had only been at it about an hour and a half, so it was kind of silly that some of these folks were falling short. So a very long story later we are at the point of saying uncle, just about everyone in the raid was broken on armor and no one other than myself seemed to have a repair kit or back up gear (been merc raiding for awhile now and expect very little from those putting on the raid). So we call the raid over and now comes the everyone standing around to see what lewts are to be had. Well the raid leader is just standing around while everyone is calling for lewt rolls. He says “what lewt?” This is when everyone starts listing what dropped and what they wanted. Being a crafter I was keen on a few of the rare materials that dropped. What it came down to is, the raid leader (also the leader of his guild I believe) proclaims that none of the rares are available he is keeping them all, that out of the 10 masters that dropped only two of them were up for rolls as the rest could be used by his guild, none of the weapons or armor could be rolled on, but the 20 some Adept I books could be (this is usually considered vendor trash). Needless to say many of the folks in the raid were pissed off (This was a PUG [Pick Up Group]raid) I stood there thinking about it for a minute, I got an outrageous amount of exp debt and a very big repair bill from being totally broken on 2 sets of armor. I just kept thinking I should be mad, I should be sending this asshat tell after tell about what an asshat he actually is, but somehow it just didn’t seem to matter, it is after all a game; nothing more than pixels. I called back to my home town and repaired, checked my broker; I had made damn near the exact amount I just spent to repair. All in all the night was a wash; basically it was as if I had never logged on. The true reality of the time sink that this game is hit me. While I still want to play and do look forward to it after a day at work, it just seemed to not matter as much anymore. I was feeling bad about game as of late. The Order is just a little guild, I like it that way; but I cannot for the life of me understand why the current members hang around. We try to put events together but either not enough folks to go or folks are busy doing their own thing. I guess this is OK, doesn’t matter too much to me if they are happy with the current state of affairs who am I to question why they stay. So all in all, these things would at any other time really bother me and weigh on my mind. As of late it just doesn’t seem to matter, it is after all a game.
So there it is playmates, no big message, no moral to the story and really not much point to the post other than remembering that once in a while it’s OK to just generally say fuck it to everything in life. I’m not advocating it as a lifestyle; nihilists kind of piss me off. Apathy usually really pisses me off, but there are times when we all need the mental holiday. I still highly suggest the trip.
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About this world
I don't care
About that girl
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About these words
I don't care
‘I Don’t Care’ by Ramones
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
NO! For The 13th Time
Yeah - NO! Which part of NO didn't you understand? N or O?
Sigh! It's always a best effort when you are on notice with your current employer, they pretty much know your a short timer just marking time, yet they always try to slide one in on you. I guess I can't blame them, USUALLY it never hurts to ask, but when your dealing with someone like myself; the answer will most likely make your head hurt.
Through a supream series of cluster fucks and lack of giving a shit on the part of others a problem at work has gone unattended to for about 2 weeks now. Now I know full well that the problem is a matter of import, not that the world will end, the user is making due; but it should be taken care of. Yesterday the problem was to be taken care of by our floater team while out in the far reaches replacing machines. Well it got forgotten and thus pushed off again. My boss sends me an email, like I'm going to do something about it. Normally I wouldn't blow off work stuff but let's get real here. It's a 3 hour drive one way to get to this users site, it should only take 30 minutes to fix the problem (if our theroies are correct)then 3 hours to drive back, day done user taken care of game over. Most folks would jump at the chance to blow off a whole work day and get paid to only do 30 minutes worth of work. The problem once again is the drive. To get to the site at a resonable hour to get the work done as well as have extra time incase it doesn't go as planned one would have to leave at 5:00 a.m. meaning I'd have to be up at 4:00 a.m. I stopped being a morning person a long time ago. Anyway if all goes well that puts one out at the site at about 8:00/8:30 lets say all went well and your out the door by 10:30, stop for a bit of lunch (or in my case drive thru and eat on the road - stopping for lunch with a long drive ahead makes me cranky) So now I'm looking at about 1:30 to 2:00 p.m. before I'm back in town, then another 30 minutes drive back to my house which i had already passed on my way back into town. So let's call it at 2:30 p.m. I'm back home. Normally I'm off at 4:30 p.m. and home by 5:00 p.m. So this little bit of fun has cut 2 1/2 hours off my normal day, right? WRONG! Quitting time is 4:30 p.m. doesn't matter that I was in at 5:00 a.m. (a full 3 hours before my usual start time). So here in lies the problem, make the blitz to get back to the office so I'm not fighting road fatigue or retruning to the office and trying to suffer through 2 1/2 hours of trying to look busy. Since overtime is not paid, your reward for all of this is comp time, 3 hours worth. But you can not leave early on that day. So say you take it as go in 3 hours late (bad deal the world comes unglued first thing in the morning)or leave 3 hours early. I know your saying none of this sounds bad. BUT...
Look at it from this senario (if I were staying, now that I'm leaving it's sort of moot)I've wasted a whole day doing this run, plus another that must be done as part of the usual routine. Two days worth of driving with nothing to look at a mind numbing experiance. So far now we have gained 6 hours of comp time for these two runs. Pretty much a day off. But now consider I've been away from my primary duty for 2 days to make the runs, then pretty much take another day off in comp time. Still sounds pretty good good huh, only having to work 2 out of 5 days in the week. Yeah guess your right it is pretty sweet, except you've lost 3 days from your primary duties that have dead lines which do not change because you were out doing something else or taking comp time. A twist to the tale! So yeah I've had projects and what not miss their deadlines and while everyone says no big deal at the time, you know when you sit down for your review that you are gonna get hosed for missing deadlines.
Yeah yeah so what makes my job so different from anyone elses? Not much really but do you clock over 700 miles a week in drive time and then your expected to do your normal 80 hour work week in roughly 2 days? I don't know about you but I'm just not in the mood to end up as road kill on some eastern Colorado streatch of highway because I'm totally shagged out and stressed out.
So to the point of my post (knew it was coming didn't ya), with all of the above in mind and only 6 more working days on my current job. my boss comes to me and basically asks me to make 3 of the above runs in my remaining 6 days. which would boil down to doing one a day next week Mon, Tues and Wed (this week is shot getting things in order for my replacement). So with my math that would be 3 times the chance to end up as road kill BUT 9 hours of comp; Thursday is my last day (8 hours)so I get jabbbed for a free hour of time. Now if it were your last week would you do it? Not me brother, so all i could possibly say was... NO! for the 13th time.
Heaven help the man that said,
"Help me, I think I'm dead,
but wait a while, I'm not completely sure."
But then he didn't speak up
so we buried him 6ft underground,
so what on earth did he think his mouth was for?
Don't talk to him about life and death,
we know a part but he knows the rest.
Hat's off to the man that said he could,
when he couldn't.
But he didn't get away with it,
never hurt anybody but his face did fit
the frame in which he was set up.
Running out of time, running out of luck.
So what on earth did he think his mouth was for --- ?
Don't talk to him about truth and lies,
if he's 6ft tall he's half the size.
And damn the man that said he was right, (I'm right)
(not quite)
Hairy arms and sweaty palms
never had no trouble turning on the charms.
Heaven help the man that said,
"I know it's in my head,
but wait a while, I'm not completely sure."
But I know what's mine's me own,
and what's your's is mine.
And I'M telling you NO,
no, for the 13th time
NO! For the 13th Time - The Wonder Stuff
Sigh! It's always a best effort when you are on notice with your current employer, they pretty much know your a short timer just marking time, yet they always try to slide one in on you. I guess I can't blame them, USUALLY it never hurts to ask, but when your dealing with someone like myself; the answer will most likely make your head hurt.
Through a supream series of cluster fucks and lack of giving a shit on the part of others a problem at work has gone unattended to for about 2 weeks now. Now I know full well that the problem is a matter of import, not that the world will end, the user is making due; but it should be taken care of. Yesterday the problem was to be taken care of by our floater team while out in the far reaches replacing machines. Well it got forgotten and thus pushed off again. My boss sends me an email, like I'm going to do something about it. Normally I wouldn't blow off work stuff but let's get real here. It's a 3 hour drive one way to get to this users site, it should only take 30 minutes to fix the problem (if our theroies are correct)then 3 hours to drive back, day done user taken care of game over. Most folks would jump at the chance to blow off a whole work day and get paid to only do 30 minutes worth of work. The problem once again is the drive. To get to the site at a resonable hour to get the work done as well as have extra time incase it doesn't go as planned one would have to leave at 5:00 a.m. meaning I'd have to be up at 4:00 a.m. I stopped being a morning person a long time ago. Anyway if all goes well that puts one out at the site at about 8:00/8:30 lets say all went well and your out the door by 10:30, stop for a bit of lunch (or in my case drive thru and eat on the road - stopping for lunch with a long drive ahead makes me cranky) So now I'm looking at about 1:30 to 2:00 p.m. before I'm back in town, then another 30 minutes drive back to my house which i had already passed on my way back into town. So let's call it at 2:30 p.m. I'm back home. Normally I'm off at 4:30 p.m. and home by 5:00 p.m. So this little bit of fun has cut 2 1/2 hours off my normal day, right? WRONG! Quitting time is 4:30 p.m. doesn't matter that I was in at 5:00 a.m. (a full 3 hours before my usual start time). So here in lies the problem, make the blitz to get back to the office so I'm not fighting road fatigue or retruning to the office and trying to suffer through 2 1/2 hours of trying to look busy. Since overtime is not paid, your reward for all of this is comp time, 3 hours worth. But you can not leave early on that day. So say you take it as go in 3 hours late (bad deal the world comes unglued first thing in the morning)or leave 3 hours early. I know your saying none of this sounds bad. BUT...
Look at it from this senario (if I were staying, now that I'm leaving it's sort of moot)I've wasted a whole day doing this run, plus another that must be done as part of the usual routine. Two days worth of driving with nothing to look at a mind numbing experiance. So far now we have gained 6 hours of comp time for these two runs. Pretty much a day off. But now consider I've been away from my primary duty for 2 days to make the runs, then pretty much take another day off in comp time. Still sounds pretty good good huh, only having to work 2 out of 5 days in the week. Yeah guess your right it is pretty sweet, except you've lost 3 days from your primary duties that have dead lines which do not change because you were out doing something else or taking comp time. A twist to the tale! So yeah I've had projects and what not miss their deadlines and while everyone says no big deal at the time, you know when you sit down for your review that you are gonna get hosed for missing deadlines.
Yeah yeah so what makes my job so different from anyone elses? Not much really but do you clock over 700 miles a week in drive time and then your expected to do your normal 80 hour work week in roughly 2 days? I don't know about you but I'm just not in the mood to end up as road kill on some eastern Colorado streatch of highway because I'm totally shagged out and stressed out.
So to the point of my post (knew it was coming didn't ya), with all of the above in mind and only 6 more working days on my current job. my boss comes to me and basically asks me to make 3 of the above runs in my remaining 6 days. which would boil down to doing one a day next week Mon, Tues and Wed (this week is shot getting things in order for my replacement). So with my math that would be 3 times the chance to end up as road kill BUT 9 hours of comp; Thursday is my last day (8 hours)so I get jabbbed for a free hour of time. Now if it were your last week would you do it? Not me brother, so all i could possibly say was... NO! for the 13th time.
Heaven help the man that said,
"Help me, I think I'm dead,
but wait a while, I'm not completely sure."
But then he didn't speak up
so we buried him 6ft underground,
so what on earth did he think his mouth was for?
Don't talk to him about life and death,
we know a part but he knows the rest.
Hat's off to the man that said he could,
when he couldn't.
But he didn't get away with it,
never hurt anybody but his face did fit
the frame in which he was set up.
Running out of time, running out of luck.
So what on earth did he think his mouth was for --- ?
Don't talk to him about truth and lies,
if he's 6ft tall he's half the size.
And damn the man that said he was right, (I'm right)
(not quite)
Hairy arms and sweaty palms
never had no trouble turning on the charms.
Heaven help the man that said,
"I know it's in my head,
but wait a while, I'm not completely sure."
But I know what's mine's me own,
and what's your's is mine.
And I'M telling you NO,
no, for the 13th time
NO! For the 13th Time - The Wonder Stuff
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