|Get it? A hand?! Isn’t that a cool off-hand weapon? Off-hand! Oh I just got that!|
Another stuffed-up day in Matty’s REAL LIFE WORLD EXTRAVAGANZA!!!
No, really – it was full of some Machiavellian-level maneuverings and the Spider whispers. I could go on, but man is this story old. But I had to ask a very dear colleague to talk me down from that tree yesterday, and in emails and a phone call or two, she did, lots of all-caps, DON’T QUIT kind of stuff. I know from my new boss’s perspective she solved the issue, and I tried one last attempt this morning to state my case, but am pretty sure it won’t do me any good (though for the record it’s not for ‘my’ good, but the good of what larger-picture kind of thing, but lately, no one considers the human factor anymore, it’s all part of the machine. Machine must be fed.)
Okay – anyway. There is hope. There is always hope.
My new guild did indeed bench me for a player who came back from vacation, but asked if I could be there on Sundays to begin to work with and gel with the second ten-man team. Sure. I only asked that the RL let me know that I wasn’t going, because I was waiting for 40 minutes on stand-by seeing if I was going to raid last night. He said he would, and then I noticed everyone was there, and he hadn’t confirmed.
Asked him if this other player was there and he was so I said thanks, and then logged off for Zep. This parallels to my new boss not knowing my name, my seniority, or my expertise fully, and is quite discouraging. I have to be the understanding one.
|This image is here because I just like Dawnbeard’s style. That is all.|