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Feb. 7th, 2007 03:43 amWhat to say, what to say. Work is still work. I still have no leads on another job but really I'm not trying as hard as I should be. I work with some very friendly people who truly seem to like me and that's a blessing. Except for one kid who is a public health hazard. Aside from thinking he runs the store and always trying to weasel out of doing his assigned tasks, the kid's just gross. He has spinobiffeda, but doesn't properly manage his health problems. ( Those with weak stomachs might want to stop reading now. )
Then there is the pharmacy which could have better customer service skills. My having to handle phone calls from angry customers saying they are NEVER COMING TO OUR PHARMACY AGAIN is almost a daily occurence now. Why the pharmacy doesn't handle their own messes is beyond me. I've seen what the pharmacists get paid. Eight hours of their time is worth more than your life. The pharamcy techs get year-end bonuses. I don't. Let them clean up their own messes. Pharmacies get a lot of accusations levelled at them unfairly, being caught as they are between customers and unhelpful insurance companies. But I've seen how our department operates and they really do bring some of it on themselves. And it always winds up being my problem.
In happier news, World of Warcraft has become the opiate which helps me cope. Yes, I'm sucked into the game like all those people you make fun of. Laugh at me. I don't care. However, having read the fiction in the Burning Crusade expansion's instruction booklet I can officially say that I have no clue what this game, as delightful as it is, is supposed to be about. To borrow a line from MSTK, "Tolkien couldn't follow this plot." I played the original Warcraft back in the 90's. Back then it was a simple game about orcs and humans attacking each other's farms. Fun, addictive, and one of the first games to cast orcs - the mid 20's black male of fantasy gaming - in a sympathetic light. So now ten years later we've got this game where... well, where what the fuck is happening anyway? The Horde and the Alliance are no longer fighting except when they are, which is all the time, and the real enemy is these demons from beyond time, and apparently in Burning Crusade we have even MORE demons from beyond beyond time... and there are about a bazillion legendary characters who did legendary things and lead their legendary peoples who begat other legendary peoples who were different but not quite the same. It's like being plopped down in the middle of The Silmarillion... and it's in Elvish.
I think part of the problem is too many people and cultures with names that are too similar. 800 years ago Arwan Firepants lead his people the Spandax out of the Mighty Forest into the Dry Desert where they shared water with the Pletha tribe and its leader Waran Shinypants. But the Pletha betrayed them and lo great battle ensued. Arwan Firepants begged his people to see reason, but voices cried out for revenge. Under the leadership of Narwa Brightpants this rebel faction named themselves the Latax and exiled themselves to the Continent of Beyond where they might forever contemplate their revenge. Meanwhile the dwarves of Ledaahosan under the leadership of Narwa Mightypants launched their great war machines against the remainder of the Spandax as they emerged from the desert. The Elves would have been lost that day if not for the heroics of Waarn Tightpants. As a reward he and his followers were granted the majestic and very impressive lands of Pak'kage Bulge. Now centuries later these old conflicts are stirring again. The Latax have returned from their long sojourn and have made a deal with the ancient demon Thkk'ing Hazn'op'aanz and war threatens to tear the Alliance apart!
Yeah. That's World of Warcraft. MMORPGS are a lot like life, I guess: time-consuming, hard to get out of, and most of the time you have no idea what's going on. But as long as we have lots of money, power, and an unrealistic, unhealthy standard of female beauty we'll be okay.
I really do love the game, though. I tease because I love.
Then there is the pharmacy which could have better customer service skills. My having to handle phone calls from angry customers saying they are NEVER COMING TO OUR PHARMACY AGAIN is almost a daily occurence now. Why the pharmacy doesn't handle their own messes is beyond me. I've seen what the pharmacists get paid. Eight hours of their time is worth more than your life. The pharamcy techs get year-end bonuses. I don't. Let them clean up their own messes. Pharmacies get a lot of accusations levelled at them unfairly, being caught as they are between customers and unhelpful insurance companies. But I've seen how our department operates and they really do bring some of it on themselves. And it always winds up being my problem.
In happier news, World of Warcraft has become the opiate which helps me cope. Yes, I'm sucked into the game like all those people you make fun of. Laugh at me. I don't care. However, having read the fiction in the Burning Crusade expansion's instruction booklet I can officially say that I have no clue what this game, as delightful as it is, is supposed to be about. To borrow a line from MSTK, "Tolkien couldn't follow this plot." I played the original Warcraft back in the 90's. Back then it was a simple game about orcs and humans attacking each other's farms. Fun, addictive, and one of the first games to cast orcs - the mid 20's black male of fantasy gaming - in a sympathetic light. So now ten years later we've got this game where... well, where what the fuck is happening anyway? The Horde and the Alliance are no longer fighting except when they are, which is all the time, and the real enemy is these demons from beyond time, and apparently in Burning Crusade we have even MORE demons from beyond beyond time... and there are about a bazillion legendary characters who did legendary things and lead their legendary peoples who begat other legendary peoples who were different but not quite the same. It's like being plopped down in the middle of The Silmarillion... and it's in Elvish.
I think part of the problem is too many people and cultures with names that are too similar. 800 years ago Arwan Firepants lead his people the Spandax out of the Mighty Forest into the Dry Desert where they shared water with the Pletha tribe and its leader Waran Shinypants. But the Pletha betrayed them and lo great battle ensued. Arwan Firepants begged his people to see reason, but voices cried out for revenge. Under the leadership of Narwa Brightpants this rebel faction named themselves the Latax and exiled themselves to the Continent of Beyond where they might forever contemplate their revenge. Meanwhile the dwarves of Ledaahosan under the leadership of Narwa Mightypants launched their great war machines against the remainder of the Spandax as they emerged from the desert. The Elves would have been lost that day if not for the heroics of Waarn Tightpants. As a reward he and his followers were granted the majestic and very impressive lands of Pak'kage Bulge. Now centuries later these old conflicts are stirring again. The Latax have returned from their long sojourn and have made a deal with the ancient demon Thkk'ing Hazn'op'aanz and war threatens to tear the Alliance apart!
Yeah. That's World of Warcraft. MMORPGS are a lot like life, I guess: time-consuming, hard to get out of, and most of the time you have no idea what's going on. But as long as we have lots of money, power, and an unrealistic, unhealthy standard of female beauty we'll be okay.
I really do love the game, though. I tease because I love.
