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[Aug. 25th, 2005|01:48 pm] |
It's an odd day today.
This morning, staff meeting. I'd read over the list beforehand, so I wasn't really surprised by anything on it. Except one thing.
Basically,t here are three of us cooks who have experience and are actually good at the job (The rest aren't BAD, mostly, just still newish and training). Two of us have been there since the beginning, the other came shortly after that. Now, right from the start I was put on night shift. They needed a night shift guy full time, and I was willing to work it. I don't particularily like closing shift, mind you, but it's tolerable. I was doing five or six a week for a while, but that's all changed. We've hired another full-time closer, so I was told "Hey, you get to move up to mornings". Which was fucking great.
Now, back in the day, they needed to start training a kitchen manager. They chose the other dude who was there at the beginning, and that was, honestly, the best choice. I won't argue that at all. He's fucking good. The surprise came when I found out, today, that the OTHER cook (The one who hasn't been there quite as long) is the new manager's assistant, or being trained to be. I'm not sure how to feel about that, really. He's good, certainly, but I'm not entirely certain he's better than me. Maybe he is, it's hard to say, I'm a bit biased obviously. I just... it bugs me. He was given a break I wasn't (Morning shifts, when the manager is there to see him work). I've started working a few but, well, it's a bit late to be honest. It sort of irritates me, considering I've been there longer and have busted my ass at every turn for that place. I've given up days off, worked overtime without complaint, and put up with some of the shittiest staff imaginable. It doesn't bother me that the other guy got the chance, mind you, because I like him a lot and I'm happy for him. It's not a contest.
What bothers me is that I'm not sure I was really given a fair chance. The manager never gets to see me work, never gets to see me handle things. How can I be impressive when I have no one to impress?
The good news is that I'm the "night supervisor", which I guess makes me third in command (Kitchen-wise, anyways). The bad news is that it means I'm not getting off night shift, I imagine. Sure, I might work a few mornings, but I figure they wouldn't bother making me the night-time supervisor if I wasn't going to work a lot of nights.
It also worries me a bit, financially. If I'm working nights a few times a week,b ut not closing, those are 4-5 hour shifts on average. Have to make a lot of money on those sorts of shifts. I guess I'll have to go talk to the manager about that part, at least.
I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining, really. I love the job, the people are great, and I get paid a fairly decent wage. No worries there, I'm just a bit... I dunno, like I said, I guess I'm irritated. Maybe I feel underappreciated. Silly of me, really.
On other news, IMC-related, I'm irritated there too. And it has nothing to do with me, actually. I've been on IMC a long time, hosting most of it. Not that that makes me an expert, but hosts get a different view of disciplinary actions than regular chatters.
I remember a while back, when Crazy Meg was Site Staffing. Crazy Meg was fucking awesome, really. Any problems, and Meg could always be counted on to try to work them out. She'd talk with people, try to calm them down, get a feel for the situation before pushing the button as a last resort. She'd drag two people to a PR to settle it if possible. Meg was awesome.
I don't see that anymore from CMDC. I realize at least one site staffer reads my journal (Or has in the past) and I don't mean to generalize. I don't claim to know every aspect of what goes on, this is just what I've experienced.
CMDC doesn't really seem to care about mediating or resolving conflict anymore. They're basically there to ban and to review appeals. I've never, in all my years, seen anyone successfully appeal a ban. Oh, sure, people get let back in months after a permanent ban and the like. I'm talking about a ban being undone. Maybe it's happened and I missed it, or it doesn't get documented tot he host's list. I dunno.
The point is that I get the feeling CMDC just doesn't care the way they used to. They don't seem to put any effort into fixing things, settling problems. They just... Sort of skim. I've been on the reciving end of this, in the past. Where no one will talk to you about your problem, no one will really look at the situation, and you're just plain shit out of luck.
I realize complaining won't change it, but nothing I can do is going to anyways. It's frustrating to see it, because I love IMC. It's my haven from the annoyances of real life. I want it to be good and perfect and awesome, and I don't think anyone can blame me for that. This sort of thing...
Well, I'll shut up now. Like I said, I'm no expert. Just irritable today. |
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[Jun. 21st, 2005|11:17 am] |
You know, I'm reminded now why I hate fucking system RPGs.
So I decide to join Black Isles, despite the fact that I loathe dice systems, for a silly reason requested of me by a friend. Whatever. So I join, I learn this happy new system only to be told after several hours of cramming this stupid shit into my brain, that there are rules that exist that would limit my character. Rules, of course, that are listed nowhere. They're not source rules, the Changeling ST made them up, but didn't write them down.
But she lets me "squeeze by" because they're not written down. Good. I don't need to get pissed.
Turns out BI is the biggest clique room I've ever seen. But that's okay, I don't give a shit about the rest of them. I'm only there because Frank asked, so I'll play with him.
A few days later I decide "Hey, Frank's cool, but I'd rather see if I can play with more than one person," so I grab ANOTHER book and decide to learn ANOTHER system. Demon: the Fallen, this time. Because I actually played it once before and it was kind of cool.
Now, since I'm going to make a Demon, I decide maybe I should ask the Demon ST first. Common courtesy, and since I've seen no other Demons, I don't even know if they're allowed. So I ask, in a room with no less than three staffers in it "Excuse me, is there a Demon ST". No answer.
Since there isn't one listed ON THE FUCKING HOMEPAGE, it might be safe to assume there isn't one. But, just to be on the safe side, I PM the host later. His reply: "You don't read the doorway, do you?"
No, actually, I don't. Why? Because I'm already in the room. Because it SHOULD BE ON YOUR GOD DAMN HOMEPAGE. Ahem.
Turns out said host is actually the Demon ST. Good, there is one. So I make and apply said Demon. All is well.
And then another chatter asks, "Hey, my Mage has a point in True Faith. How would that work in play with a Demon?"
Now, I don't honestly know, and say as much. I just started, I'm no expert. However, since a Demon's entire system of doing shit revolves almost entirely around making people believe in them (That they are in fact angels) I said I would IMAGINE that, if said True Faith were in Christianity or the ilk, that it would make them a very good potential target (Faith-wise) for a demon. If said True Faith were in something else, it would make them a worse target. This is just common sense, in my eyes.
Only for the host/Demon/Mage ST to pipe up with "It wouldn't make a difference. A mage is empowered by having True Faith, not what the Faith is in." Okay, fine, we're not talking about the power the Mage gets, we're talking about the power the FUCKING DEMON WHO EATS CHRISTIAN FAITH gets. So I try to explain that, yes, I'm pretty sure it would make a big difference to the demon.
"Well maybe in your opinion."
It just pisses me off when a Story Teller of the two systems in question cannot imagine how they might mesh. Maybe I'm wrong, it's his game. But when that same chatter asked "What about other supernaturals? Could a demon take faith from them?" he got no answer. The Host doesn't seem to give a flying fuck about figuring how the systems mesh. It bothers me, these are important questions that aren't answered in any of the source books I have, because most of these systems weren't really meant to be together.
Now why the fuck is this guy even STing this shit if he doesn't care enough to put thought into it? |
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[May. 16th, 2005|02:16 pm] |
The only thing I'm really curious about... Is that I'm less black than I am female. That's odd. |
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| Urg |
[May. 16th, 2005|12:27 am] |
I hate this. I hate complaining. I really do. I know I bitch a lot, but it's always little things. A bad movie, something like that. I don't like to complain about life. I especially don't like to complain about life online.
People always say "It's just the internet", or "It's just a game" or things in that nature. I find that odd. Stop and listen to someone complain about real life and 99% of the time it's even less important than the internet or a game. But somehow it's more valid to complain about that shit. I don't see why. If you're upset, you're upset, no logic can help you be less upset.
So I'm upset. I don't know why. I really can't place it. I know it's online shit, IMC of course. It's not a person, or a specific event... More like a thousand tiny things that are gnawing at me, like invisible splinters. So small I can't find them. Or maybe that's not even it. It's like... things set me off. They make me pissed. Such stupid things that I can't find the logic in it for the life of me. It's so... frustrating. If it were something real, justified, and tangible I could just... deal with it. Or I could decide there was nothing I could do and not worry about it. I'm good at that.
I've always felt I was anoptimistic fellow my whole life. I never worried about where I'd be in ten years, how well I'd do in life. I just face problems as they come along, and it's always worked. Maybe it's catching up to me.
Or maybe I'm just being bitchy. Fuck, I wish I knew. I don't even know why I'm writing this, I guess just to get it off my chest. There isn't a thing I can do about it until I know what the problem is, really.
All I know is that I want to get a job, save money, and get my ass to NY. I think, at least I hope, that would be a fresh new start. Problem is it just isn't going to happen any time soon. I need schooling, first. And I need more money for that. Suddenly I'm looking at the future and I don't like what I'm seeing. For the first time I have this goal in front of me, and it's so far away it's frustrating. That's not all of my problem, of course, but it's a huge part. What do you do when you want something now, and know there's no way to get it? When you're not sure it'll be there when you can get it, IF you ever can.
Blah, I've rambled on long enough. Fuck it. |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 26th, 2005|12:14 am] |
Destruction, the sixth of The Endless, you are a
rebel. You abandoned your realm, refusing to be
held responsible for all the disasters in the
world. You roam forever, trying to escape what
you are. Always on the run, and never facing
the truth, you live in denial. It's not your
responsibility, it's not your fault, and it's
not your problem, even when it is.
Which Endless are you?
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| Sarah told me to... |
[Feb. 26th, 2005|12:11 am] |
Spio27: badgermilkhippo4: In this country death almost seems as nothing. An incident happened where a Bosnian man was shot to death by a cop. The man had no weapons on him; he came to this country to be safe and protected and his life was taken from him. If you have any heart pass this on to 5 other people.
Spio27: i have one rebuttal. fuck bosnians.
Spio27: haha blocked me
DolphinsMustDie: I just passed it on to him
DolphinsMustDie: LOL
DolphinsMustDie: ME SO FUNNY!
DolphinsMustDie: DolphinsMustDie: In this country death almost seems as nothing. An incident happened where a Bosnian man was shot to death by a cop. The man had no weapons on him; he came to this country to be safe and protected and his life was taken from him. If you have any heart pass this on to 5 other people.
badgermilkhippo4: whos this
DolphinsMustDie: Someone who cares about Bosnians, man
DolphinsMustDie: Do YOU care about Bosnians?
DolphinsMustDie: badgermilkhippo4: WHO THE HELL IS THIS
DolphinsMustDie: Man, you need to stow away the hate. That's not fucking helping any Bosnians. You hateful prick.
DolphinsMustDie: badgermilkhippo4: dude
badgermilkhippo4: who the hell is this
DolphinsMustDie: No man, you need to sit back and ask yourself who YOU are. Are you a racist bastard who hates Bosnians? Or are you a kind-hearted man who hates cops? Cause those fucking cops...
DolphinsMustDie: badgermilkhippo4: WHO IS THIS!
DolphinsMustDie: I DON'T NEED THIS FUCKING ABUSE JUST BECAUSE I LOVE ALL PEOPLE EQUALLY YOU SICK FASCIST FUCK!
DolphinsMustDie: badgermilkhippo4: k, mino or michael
badgermilkhippo4: maybe slappy
DolphinsMustDie: Is that a threat?
DolphinsMustDie: "maybe slappy" sounds like a fucking threat
DolphinsMustDie: go back to Germany you bitch
DolphinsMustDie: badgermilkhippo4: who the fuck is this!
DolphinsMustDie: Just a brother in the Bosnian Freedom Campaign. Get back to Jewville pederass!
DolphinsMustDie: Then I blocked him |
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| Marcus presented a very keen argument |
[Feb. 19th, 2005|07:16 pm] |
01 Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
02 I will then tell what song[s] remind me of you.
03 Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.
04 Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05 Put this in your journal |
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[Jan. 27th, 2005|04:09 pm] |
Alepi is doing a request-a-rant thing. So I too shall allow people to request from me a rant, because I enjoy ranting. Even though I have such a teeny tiny friends list that I am not likely to get any rants to write.
Please, for the love of god, request one! |
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| Wow... it's been forever/Yay for drama! |
[Dec. 19th, 2004|11:32 am] |
I can't remember the last time I wrote in here. I could check, but that would be amazingly silly, because it doesn't really matter. As a general rule, my life, online or off, is so uneventful that there's nothing to write about.
Today, though, I'm irritated. Apparently, Adam doesn't like me.
That, however, isn't what irritates me. I don't dislike Adam at all, really, but nor am I so fond of him that his negative opinion of me shakes me to the foundation of my being and makes me want to sob like a three-year old girl. No, I could live with his dislike without ill effects if not for one factor.
Frank. Frank is a friend of mine. Frank is Adam's boyfriend. You can see how this makes things a problem. Frank wants us to work things out, because he says he's tired of hearing about it (Obviously not from me, as I found out all of half an hour ago).
So in true friend spirit, I AIMed Adam to ask what I could possibly have done to earn such a degree of scorn. He blocked me without reply. I took that as an unwillingness to sort things out, even if no one except Adam seems to have any idea what needs sorting. I don't THINK I'm a horrible person, I really don't know. However, being as Frank is a good friend, and is very upset with this whole dramatic nothing, I tried again twice more. Again, not even a "fuck off asshole" as a reply.
It annoys me that someone who used to be a friend could be so angry and not at least tell me why. It annoys me that a good friend is hurting because of something I must have done but can't for the life of me remember. And it annoys me that this same good friend is in a relationship with someone who doesn't even give enough of a shit about him to talk to me when it's obviously paining this friend to be torn needlessly between a friend and SO. I'd be willing to get down on my cyber knees and cyber beg for cyber forgiveness, if I knew what the problem was. But I cannot think of a single thing, or even a bunch of little things, I've done to Adam to deserve this. I can only deduce that it's something small, petty, and not worht this much drama or pain, but since I can't do anything about it I suppose I'll just have to ignore it.
Adam can read this, though I don't know that he will, so perhaps he'll give contacting me a shot if he does. I'd really like to settle this, even if we don't end up best of friends, I'd still like the drama and pain to stop. I guess maybe I'm not such a horrible person after all. Go figure. |
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| And now for a snippet of the life of Ziggy |
[Jul. 29th, 2004|12:20 pm] |
I've decided, for humour's sake, to do a mini-journal of the adventures of the Korean exchange students living with us.
For those who don't know, I rent my grandmother's basement apartment from her. My grandmother (hereby refered to as Phyl) recently decided to bring two exchange students from Korea to live with us for ten days. They arrived yesterday afternoon. They're both girls, about 13-14 I'd say. I don't yet know their names, so they will simply be "The Koreans" for now.
I would also like to note the purpose of this is not to make fun of the Koreans, but rather to point out the vast cultural differences between two young Korean girls and my 75-year old italian grandmother.
Yesterday
The Koreans arrived while I was at work. I actually hadn't known they were arriving so soon, so imagine my surprise when I walked in at 11 last night to see two asian girls sitting at my table. After a brief exchange of hellos, I was feeling far too grease-soaked and filthy to socialize much, so I headed down for a shower.
After showering, I returned to upstairs to be treated to a rather amusing scene with the Koreans asking for a bath towel for the next day (today). My grandmother kept thinking they wanted a hot towel. She was trying to explain we had none, they were trying to act out drying themselves. I laughed heartily and retired to my apartment.
At about 1am, my brother came home. I went up to say hello, noticing the Koreans were still awake. I guess it's about noon in Korea, at that time. No more experiences yesterday.
Today
While I haven't yet seen the Koreans today, I've gotten a couple stories already. I've learned that Koreans, at least these Koreans, very much enjoy toast with jam. So much so that half a loaf of bread was consumed at breakfast. They also greatly enjoy deli turkey. After Phyl had gotten them to try some, they grew greatly excited and now have turkey sandwhiches for lunch.
Also, one of them nearly ran into my brother after he had come out of the shower. Apparently he was topless, and she was rather embarassed about this. Or maybe impressed. Hard to tell, since I wasn't there. My brother is leaning towards impressed.
That's all that's happened today, more tonight, maybe. |
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| A revelation... |
[Jul. 13th, 2004|03:36 pm] |
Last night, in the wee hours in the morning, I came across a defining point in my up-till-now inadequate life. I saw Boondock Saints.
BEST... MOVIE... EVER!
Well, maybe not ever, but it's pretty fucking close. Expect a review soon. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jul. 3rd, 2004|11:10 am] |
It has been far too long since I posted...
Work is kicking my ass, hardcore. Today will mark day seven in a row I've been on, I'm scheduled for nine in a row... God, I'm fucking tired.
Some people have worked there twenty years and never had nine in a row, I wonder what makes me so special. There's a 55 person bus scheduled tonight too, it's going to be hell on Earth. I want so badly to just not go, but I know I can't.
Rp-wise, I haven't had time for anything. When I leave, APR is dead... When I return, everyone's gone. I haven't really been part of the room for a couple months, which isn't good for a co-host. I should resign, I suppose. I don't want to, but I should.
I sorta started slacking on the movie reviews. No one reads them anyways, I don't think. Well, you read them, they're just not a central point in your life by any stretch of the imagination. Maybe I'll pick them up again someday.
The vRO RP server too, I've been slacking. No time for all these fun things I managed fine with a morning shift. I used to be one of the strongest assassins on the server, now newcomers kick my ass. Sad, really.
I know, I know, this all seems unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Just games, right? I just feel like all the fun has been sucked out of my life lately.
Basically this is here for me to bitch, sorry. I hate having a life. |
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[Apr. 21st, 2004|03:45 am] |
Adam, man, if you read this...
What's your opinion on Cheese Whiz, Animorphs, and irc? |
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[Apr. 19th, 2004|07:57 am] |
I haven't seen Alexpi in, like... I dunno, three or four days. Too long. Need my pi.
Where aaaaaaaaaaaaaaare yooooooooou? |
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| Chicks & Swords & Blood... Oh my! |
[Apr. 16th, 2004|04:50 pm] |
Imagine if you will a cold and rainy night in the video store. The buisness is closed for the evening, the lights are off, and across the shelves the gazes of Charlie's Angels and The Matrix meet. It's love at first sight.
The remainder of the evening is spent by the two videos holding hands by a roaring fire and looking deep into each others' adoration-filled eyes. Slowly they come together for a first kiss, which quickly leads to more...
Nine months later, you have Kill Bill.
Yeah, it's the illegitimate love child of Charlie's Angels and The Matrix. And Quentin Tarantino is the godfather.
Now, this is one of those movies that's insanely easy to tear apart if you're looking for the wrong thing. However, considering the director, I went in expecting a high-mortality blood bath with characters who defy not only mortal capabilities, but the laws of psysics and probability as well. I wasn't disapointed.
That may sound like a bad thing, but it's not. I've long ago decided that not every movie can be an epic, and not every movie tries. I do not search for a movie that elicits an emotional responce. No, instead I judge a movie based on one sole factor; entertainment. Kill Bill was an embodiment of that goal.
Synopsis: Uma Thurman plays an unnamed woman known either as "The Bride", or "Black Mamba" set out on a quest for revenge against a man called Bill. Four years ago Bill and his Deadly Viper Assassination Squad (Of which Black Mamba is a former member) crashed The Bride's wedding, killed the wedding party, and put a bullet in her head. She survived, her unborn daughter did not.
For four years she was in a coma. She wakes up, escapes from the hospital, and begins knocking off people on her death list. It consists of three fellow assassins, a man named Budd (Whose role remains a mystery), and Bill himself. The movie is basically a bit of backstory, although it doesn't get into much, as well as Mamba hunting down the first person on her list. A woman named O-Ren Ishii (Lucy Lui), codenamed Cottonmouth.
That's pretty much the movie, Mamba hunting down O-Ren and getting into a lot of fights. There's blood like you wouldn't believe, swordfights, and a Mamba vs. fifty men fight that would make Neo jealous.
Rating: 8/10. I could live without the wild sprays of blood all the time. The human body isn't a high-pressure power washer. Other than that, it's good solid entertainment. If you like a lot of violence. And O-Ren chops off a guy's head! Yay Lucy!
Running time: Somewhere between one and a half, and two hours.
Awesome things:
- O-Ren in general. Just wow. I truly adore Lucy Liu, and not just because she's hot.
- The story struck me as particularily interesting. i'll try not to ruin it, it was just neat.
- Three words: Psychotic Japanese schoolgirl.
Not-so-awesome things:
- Okay. I know it was, for some reason, deliberate... But the blood threw me off. I'm sorry. There's a serious sword-fight scene, she stabs someone, and they go off like a garden hose...
- Likewise the suspension of believability is high. Never are there police sirens. Hell,t here's a lot of times it's bad. She hangs around a place she killed people for 13 hours, and it's a public place.
- One woman, no matter how good, cannot take on 50 trained Yakuza at a time. No. And why do none of them have guns?
Memorable quotes:
There's a lot, and I'm really tired right now, so here... Link |
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[Apr. 14th, 2004|02:45 pm] |
Stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) ninasmun
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything. |
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| Ah, what the hell? |
[Apr. 11th, 2004|03:49 am] |
 I taste of Death.
Doesn't everyone want a taste of death? Well they should. Most people deserve death. Keep away from me unless you think you're better than that. I probably won't like you. What Flavour Are You?
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| Grrrrrrrr |
[Apr. 8th, 2004|09:22 pm] |
Okay, I'm an easy-going guy. Not much pisses me off. Really. Ask anyone. I mean, movies are about the only thing I care about enough to get pissed off over, and that's rare.
But I'm pissed off. So incredibly pissed off. If there was an Anger Olympics, i'd be taking home the gold for rage. Seriously.
Now, you may not understand this by reading it, but here goes. Waring, I'm about to get offensive. I'm even going to name names.
Her name is Rose. She's a former net friend. She used to play in Power Rangers. Since I've known her, she's been a whiner. And yet, I was her friend, because I have my own faults.
So one day I decide to start a storyline in the room. Said storyline, to which I will spare the details, revolves around seven immortal individuals. Obviously, I need people to play them, and Rose is one of the volunteers. Now, when I made this storyline, and handed out the characters, i specifically mentioned to everyone that they were STORYLINE characters, and if you did not play them, they would be passed on.
Now Rose, as those who know her will testify to, is about the most indecisive person you will ever meet. She has severe self-esteem issues and is completely petrified of not doing something perfectly. This causes her to ask a billion questions every time she wants to do something. So, being the host of this particular storyline, I answered the annoying questions. I mention this only because I want to point out how little effort she put into the creation of this character.
So things are going fine, until Rose and the host of the room (who were in a relationship) have a falling out. Suddenly rose doesn't want to come to the room anymore. But does she tell me this? No, of course not. I suppose I understand that, slightly, as she was probably in a bit too much emotional pain to think about it. So I'll let that slide. But, being a busy guy, I honestly barely notice her absence. Until the host tells me she won't be back.
So I ignore this for a month. It's not really an issue. But I get a couple ideas for this storyline, so I need the characters. So, politely, I ask her to delete the handle so I can give it to someone else. This should not be a problem. She is no longer playing this character. She has no desire to play this character anymore. She completely ignores me. I asked nicely. She was there. But she will not respond tot he request. So, again, I let it go, until tonight.
I ask her why she's decided to ignore me, a friend, when I have a simple request. She denies ignoring me and utright refuses to delete the handle. No reason why. She says she will not be playing it. She says she will not return to the room. But, she reasons, it's HER character and no one has the right to tell her to delete it.
So I guess pissing me off, and trippling my work load trying to come up with an in character solution to this missing person is less important than a handle she'll never use. I even go so far as to tell her she's being unfair. She doesn't give a fuck. She's the most selfish bitch I can think of. Seriously, it's a simple fucking request, it costs her nothing. I'd like to slap the ever-loving shit out of her right now, and I am neither a violent person nor a believer of violence towards females. And yet, were she here, I would pound the little whore until she was a smear on my floor.
How does someone call themselves a friend when not only will they not do something for you, something that's simply common decency, but won't even discuss it with you properly. It's not as if she presented an argument, or a single reason why she should keep it, or explained that it had some hidden sentimental value... She just doesn't want to because it's "hers".
Well fuck her. God, it's times like this I want to take up axe-murdering as a hoby. |
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