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This message was deleted by a moderator, as it was off-topic, at 17:40, Sun 03 June 2018. | |||
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Here's to trying again sometime. | |||
Fudge the living fudge out of Monday's, man... | |||
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Three hours of wasted effort... | |||
Then he says to keep Saturdays free, but "no promises". "Okay, so just play it by ear?" I ask "No dude, I know you game on the weekends. Save some time for me. I matter too. My time matters." so I take that as to put priority on Saturdays and Sundays but if he cancels now and then, cool. So the last MONTH no messages, no calls. I finally get a message "Oh dude, I was at a wedding" For a month? "No, no, but I had to get ready" "OH, so you were best man, of usher?" "Nah, no. Nothing like that" "Okay, well...what do you mean you had to 'get ready'" "You know, I had to dress up" "Oh...kay...what were you doing the week before last week?" "Oh I just went over to Bill's and played Mech Warrior." "Bill got married!" "No, no, different guy. I don't even know the guy at the wedding, he's from work, but I figure 'eh, I got nothing going on' Bill's got a new PC though. So I went over to play Mech-" "This was two weekends ago?" "Yeah, yeah" "Um...you know you asked me to keep my weekends open" "Yeah, yeah, but that's for if I'm bored, I want you to be available. I know you're usually busy on weekends. I wanted to hang." Jeez I was upset. So this weekend I'm gaming without him. Guy has burned the bridge every time I try to rebuild it. So I'm done, just done. I have better things to do then listen to him make sex jokes and play the world's slowest game of cards. I was worried he was like, hurt or something. Nope, dude's just wanting me to be some sad sack. Fruit that! Fruit that so hard it runs juice. | |||
I hate you, subconcious. | |||
We have other work to do besides keeping an eye on your brutes. Other customer's dogs need exercising, feeding, and generally looking after (much nicer dogs than yours - even the grouchy pitbull). We clean all the pens daily, in fact we clean the whole building daily. We keep the outdoor pens and the garden clean and tidy. We rebuild furniture that certain dogs have wrecked. We do not have the manpower to baby-sit your precious little snowflakes every second of the day. You don't pay enough for us to hire more staff specially to keep an eye on your dogs. We don't have the time to listen to your rants about how you should get even more of a discount because your dogs are so impeccably well behaved. And no, we don't include fighting, ripping up the furnishings in the pen, and... er... performing their biological functions indoors (having just been outside for an hour) in a list of good behaviour. Oh, and they have gas... more than enough to provide the energy needs of an industrialised European country. You seriously need to reconsider their diet. The fact that we called you because your pup was attacked again (and the person who broke it up got her arm bitten), and you chose to phone our boss and blame us for the pup's injuries, is the reason she told you your dogs are no longer welcome here. That, and the fact that you lied to her about their behaviour. Guess you'll need to find someone else to put up with their stench, and their vicious temperaments. Thank you for your business. Remember to close the gate on your way out. | |||
I thankfully only had nearly two full circuits and found my food and am eating it ravenously, like it's Good Friday. | |||
Somehow the front desk girl fruting up our appointment times with the ophthalmologist is my fault. That he hasn't made an appointment with his PCP is my fault as well. SOMEHOW IT'S MY FAULT THAT MY DAD'S INSURANCE PLAN THAT HE PICKED HIMSELF HAS A DEDUCTIBLE OF $6,000+. SOME BLUEBERRY WAY IT'S ALL MY DANISH FAULT. AT LEAST EVERY DOCTOR AND MA MAKES IT FEEL THAT WAY WHEN THEY START TO LECTURE ME INSTEAD OF HIM. But sure, I'll become his unpaid case worker now. That's what the eldest kid does for their parents, right? Fruit, I'm tired today. | |||
I'll make a therapist, and whoops, someone else can basically cure mental trauma as one off magic power uses. I'll make a combat focused character that can be part of a collaborative effort to take an enemy down, saving basically a person, while someone else can kill an entire group of that enemy, by themselves, in short order, saving an entire village. I'll make a character where I'll outline the parts of the campaign premise they're interested in, only for those parts to have nothing to do with what then happens in game. Etc. It's especially wearying to note having a problem with that sort of thing and not getting much more than some really, really arch, defensively insulting, scare quotes and all response that the only way anyone could have a problem with that sort of thing is if they themselves wanted to be more special than everyone else. Or getting a line about just incapable of understanding how a game should work. Like, as far as being redundant, if you don't enjoy being Superman's sidekick, you are morally deficient somehow as a person/a player of games. No, I don't want to be more special than everyone else. No, I'm not asking for special storylines where my character "shines" more than anyone else. I just want to feel like I'm contributing in some equal fashion in a group of peers via the stuff my character is good at. That's really all. It doesn't feel like that should be that unreasonable an ask but I guess it is? Even something basic like "you've made a character that does X, but bear in mind that there are other characters in the game who can do X so much better than you ever could" would be appreciated when I'm actually making the character. Or just "those parts of the campaign you're focusing on aren't going to come up anytime soon actually." | |||
Roughly 8 months ago I accepted a position with slightly less pay, BUT it was just down the street from where I live and allowed me to actually see my 3 year old son for more than an hour a day. It was announced about a week ago, a single day before my vacation, that the store is closing. So instead of having a nice relaxing vacation I have to cancel several plans so I can talk to the nearby stores as I'm guaranteed a job (any job) by the company due to this situation. I've been through plant shutdowns before and it never really bothered me. Now however while I'm guaranteed a job it is going to be further away than the job I left in order to be with my family. I'm looking back, as one sometimes does in this situation, only to see that every time I've done something for the benefit of family life it had turned out bad. So here I am sitting, waiting, for corporate to talk to me about my offered position. All that is running through my head is why is this crap happening. It isn't like I've done anything wrong, the store closing isn't my fault and normally I'm able to simply let it slide away. Why haven't I been able to properly eat for the last few days. Sleep just really isn't happening thanks to my mind just not shutting down. Why is it bothering me this time and not the several times before. I've tried to talk to a few people but the only answer I get is "you have to do what is best for yourself" I did and now I'm in this situation so that advice sucks fruitcake. Doesn't help that tension at work is like an old rubber band stretched to the limit for far to long. | |||
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When I don't feel like a den mother, I feel like a child playing mediator between two divorcing parents. Will you tell your father to pick up eggs on the way home? Dad, Mom wants you to pick up eggs on the way home. Tell your mother that I'm going to be working late tonight. I'll do it, but they won't be there until 8:00pm. Mom, Dad says he'll pick up eggs, and he'll be home around 8:00. Tell your father that .. Oh, for crying out loud ... Even when I just forward the emails, they'll still only reply to me ... and yet if it's a frazzlefruit chain email sent to 50 people, THAT they'll use 'Reply All' to. | |||
This message was deleted by a moderator, as it was off-topic, at 03:18, Tue 30 Oct 2018. | |||
Sometimes, they open exactly as programmed. Sometimes, they open at the same time...but it's five or six seconds after I hit the cue on the control list for them to open. Sometimes, one opens and the other stays shut for several seconds, and THEN opens. Sometimes, one only opens halfway, and the other doesn't even move... We only really need them to operate as designed at two points in the show...once opening, once closing...everything else, we've got a workaround for. But it's at the point where every time we come to that first, crucial cue for them to open, both the actor on stage 'opening' them, and me back in the control room hitting the button, are both praying under our breath, "Please, just let them open this time..." It's not like we can just run out and buy replacements. These were shipped over from Denmark, a special order. The reason we only used them for half the season last year is because they took two months to ship. We have no replacements for them. Whichever show they decide they're finally DONE, our season is over, because there's no good way to do what we use them for without those motors, and there are two or three crucial elements to the show dependent on them opening on cue (and, to a lesser extent, closing on cue). And nobody's got any reasonable explanation as to why, suddenly, after being absolutely trouble-free for so long, they have become a total headache. Not knowing why it's not working properly is almost as frustrating as not knowing if it's going to work at all this time. Five more shows, guys...just hold it together for five more shows. After that, I don't care. The season's done, we've got until next September to figure it out. Just...get through the last night. Please. | |||
This message was deleted by a moderator, as it was against the forum rules, at 14:51, Sat 24 Nov 2018. | |||
Medicare paid you $5000 to do your job. Idiot..."Well I don't know what to tell you." Really? because it['s been nearly three weeks. I'm guessing when you were in med school you were allowed to turn in your homework late, or had open book tests. Flippin idiots! "Well I'm just telling you what the computer says" Hmmm, why don't you let me read it myself, while you call someone. I swear, if there's an afterlife, I want to keep this body for the flipping story the scars tell. "Oh yeah, that one? they gave me Morphine for it, and all it did was give me a headache" This message was last edited by the user at 09:33, Tue 04 Dec 2018. | |||
However life was such that I never had time to Table Top RP. Instead of being able to do more than a basic testing I was forced to shelve it. Now just tonight I had one of the people who was helping me do some basic tweeks gets a hold of me and wants to see if he could use my system/playtest for a group that wants to do some Fallout RPing, he just happened to remember that I started one that he was at least basically familiar with the core features. I was all excited to have someone actually be able to "stress test" the system, add in that I had some free time open up and was able to sit in on a few sessions. I happily get home tonight after work and head to where I have it stored. Yup, there is the storage, yup there is the folder, Wait, what? The whole folder is empty? What the Heck? I know I have a USB of it around here somewhere. Maybe it is there, nope, not there, not here either. I've found EVERY STINKING USB but the one that I'm sure had it on. So now. I'm reaching out to the two people who I gave a final copy to, almost 2 years ago. Now I'm here heart sunk and gone hoping to whatever higher power that isn't sadistically evil, that one of those final copies survived. I found v1, but it is SO changed to my final that it is almost useless in recreating what I'm after. | |||
I have PSTD, OCD and Tourettes, those who know me know this quite early in their getting to know me. It's difficult though. Because my maximum is often at other poeple's minimum. I get a lot of grief from players (not often but in large doses) when I fail, and I can't help but feel for them, I am a flake in that I update my games infrequently, and have no job but homemaker. I should by rights being doing more, but I have tried. Sat for hours, and I mean 13+ hours on a game just doing updates and answering questions. Most of which is the cognitive handling, not writing. I write long posts, but in reality they take very little time in comparison. It seems like I should be posting much more, and have much more successful games. There are GMs whom have my post rate in one year which I had to earn by luck and several years. I am thankful I have a select few players whom are diehard supporters of me. When I give up on myself, they don't, and it's for them and because of them I get back in the saddle again. More on the vent is my life. I am disabled and receiving federal disability benefits. I have contemplated suicide on countless occasions, but never attempted it. I have tried, believe it or not, to get mental help in mental hospital citing I don't want to die, but feel I am only a drain, not contributing force to the world. Of the four or five times (if you count the time they never saw me in five hours) I've never been committed, despite asking to be. One doctor even said "Come back, if you are ever serious about killing yourself" which I was aghast at. Serious about? In the end, I value friendship of my highest priority. I would, will, and have sacrificed sleep, eating, and even other fatigues to be with friends. I just wish I had better luck with people, and could spend the time in better quality. This message was last edited by the user at 03:32, Sun 27 Jan 2019. |
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