member, 1012 posts
 Gaming :-)
 Very unlucky
Sat 23 Jan 2016
at 15:13
Language is a second language.
We will have gotten 18-32 inches of snow, and of course I still have to go to work today. Oh boy, the fun part will be making it to the road!
 member, 71 posts
Wed 27 Jan 2016
at 00:29
Language is a second language.
Was pulled into the office by my boss informing me about how things simply went into the garbage pile this weekend thanks to one of my Head Cashiers calling in. Skeleton crew with no replacements for key spots. The entire talk felt like he was trying to pin this on me.

This was my scheduled weekend off.

I have no control of who calls in
I have no control over who is called in by the other department managers to cover the call-ins when I'm not there. (which was no one)
I have no control over the Assistant Store Managers (one tier above me) who do nothing to correct the situation in store.
I'm for sure as giant fruit basket not in control of anything, or able to fix it, IF NO ONE CALLS ME TO LET MET HAVE A CHANCE TO FIX IT.

But obviously, it is my fault.

My only satisfaction is that I was able to use the same above rant back at him to deflect it back on the upper management who failed thanks to lack of communication.

Now I'm waiting to be later called into either HR or "the big boss's" office for getting "uppity".
 member, 70 posts
Sun 31 Jan 2016
at 15:48
Language is a second language.
Rejection from Mutants and Masterminds games sucks more than most, as there are relatively few of them around, and the character creation process is relatively long and involved.

Also, because there are so few of them, there are a lot of applicants to each, making rejection more likely.
 member, 522 posts
 You can call me V, just V
 Life; a journey made once
Wed 3 Feb 2016
at 19:30
Language is a second language.
There's nothing like waking up from restless sleep by having a brass lamp fall on your forehead. 3 stitches, but hell of a pain. It looks gnarly too. Lovely. Every time I close my eyes I see purple and green. Even more lovely.
Tyr Hawk
 member, 146 posts
 You know that one guy?
 Yeah, that's me.
Thu 11 Feb 2016
at 00:49
Broken Promises
Hello RPoL. Some of you may be wondering why I'm posting here instead of over there, and I'll tell you why. It's because I don't want to start a conversation about this, as I'm on what has always been the unpopular side of this... situation, we'll call it. I know I don't need to explain myself, but I thought I would anyways.

To put it nicely, I'm a teetotaler. I don't drink. I haven't ever had a drink in my life and if I make it the rest of my life without consuming any alcohol, I'll be happy. I'm so far to the one side, in fact, that I try to avoid any food I know has been cooked with any sort of alcohol (even though I know the cooking process destroys the alcohol in 99.99% of cases). There's actually a lot more to it, in fact, but I'll stop there. There are a plethora of reasons I think and act this way, but suffice it to say that it's who I am, and I have little-to-no problem with anyone who doesn't agree.

I have friends who drink. My family, dear to me as they are, will occasionally tip one back on holidays or at very special occasions. So long as no one tries to convince me to do it, I have learned to accept that other people drink. Simple as that. I don't like to be around people who are actively drinking, but I can manage it, again, so long as no one is trying to convince me to not stay sober.

That all being said, I hate it with the burning passion of a thousand white-hot suns when people promise me they'll stop drinking. The idea is nice. It's respectable, and it means a lot to me that someone would consider not drinking anymore, whether it's for me, or for themselves. But no one has ever kept that promise. Like a thousand other promises of varying degrees over my life, people have broken more than they've kept. I don't know if I'm alone in this, or if I've just got bad luck, or what, but promises have an increasingly bitter edge to me the more important they would be to me. I don't like people making promises they'll break later, and as much as so many people mean it in the moment... time is my enemy.

Today, a friend of mine who promised to stop drinking after a particularly foul drinking experience a few months ago had a shot. She told me shortly thereafter, but it still doesn't keep it from hurting. It's like this stab in my chest because when she told me she didn't remember the part about her bad experience. She didn't say "I know after last time I shouldn't have" or "I thought it might be better this time." She just said "I promised not to because you don't like it," and then she broke that promise.

She broke a promise she remembers only being to me, for me, and because of me. It just... it makes me feel like the least important thing in the world. The promise was only really important because of who I am, because of what I am, and neither was good enough for her. I wouldn't care if she hadn't made the promise. But she did, and so it just hurts so much. It hurts... and I just needed somewhere to let that out.

Thank you for your time.

This message was last edited by the user at 06:42, Thu 11 Feb 2016.
 member, 135 posts
Fri 12 Feb 2016
at 21:57
this is petty but it's been a long day.

Please stop explaining my character to me.  Stop suggesting that my character can't do things.  Literally, you are trying to tell me how my character perceives and interacts with the world around her.

I don't want your help.

I didn't ask for your help.

If you want to play this character class, then play your own version.

Stop telling me how to play my character.

And don't think I haven't noticed that I'm playing the only female character and you offer me so much 'help'.

It is completely arrogant and obnoxious.

STOP.  /vent
 member, 31 posts
Fri 12 Feb 2016
at 23:28
Lost out again...

This message was deleted by the user at 16:22, Sat 13 Feb 2016.

 member, 610 posts
Sat 13 Feb 2016
at 23:25
Lost out again...
It was one of the stupidest answers you could have said.
 member, 51 posts
Sun 14 Feb 2016
at 23:12
Game-Related Vents thread is Closed!

This message was deleted by the user at 02:30, Mon 15 Feb 2016.

 member, 74 posts
Tue 16 Feb 2016
at 03:51
A vent about game-related vents....
....and fenders, and bumpers, mufflers, sidewalls and hubcaps. And game-related mudflaps.
 member, 31 posts
Fri 19 Feb 2016
at 18:17
To our current crop of District computer techs: :P'''''''''''''''''''''

If all you're going to do is sit on your butts, ignoring requests for help because a teacher hasn't filed one of your precious tickets --

Go back to District and park your pompous hineys there.

Our campus obviously won't be any worse off for it, and at least we won't be expecting you to do your jobs from there. Less stress all around.

This message was last updated by the user at 18:17, Fri 19 Feb 2016.

 member, 80 posts
Tue 23 Feb 2016
at 20:17
To all my fellow players with the unsolicited advice on how to play my character better:

Screw off.
 member, 895 posts
Tue 23 Feb 2016
at 22:00
I hate squirrels - one got in to the walls of my house and at 3am started to burrow in to the space between my bathroom ceiling and the floor above that. Loudly, kept me up till time to get up. I am all but brain dead today and I Can't go to sleep early or I will mess up my sleep schedule even more than it already is...
 member, 23 posts
 A Blast From
 The Past!
Tue 23 Feb 2016
at 22:52
So after three months of unemployment with no Unemployment Insurance (prior job really pulled a fast one on me), my sister finally convinced me to apply for a job working where she does - a restaurant. Now, I've always had this guideline to not working in the food industry because I know there are things going on "behind the scenes" that I would not be real thrilled to know about, especially if it's somewhere I have eaten before, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

So I applied, knocked the interview out of the park and got hired. Started working there last Monday and since I was "in training", I didn't have any real "hands-on" work to do. I mainly just grabbed piles of clean dishes and ran them out to where they needed to go in the cooking/prep/server areas. Thursday night comes and I'm now, officially, turned loose on my own in the "dish pit". It's honest money and not terribly hard, so I'm getting some of my pride and self-confidence back. I get Friday off, so instead of crashing at my sister's house, I head on back home (an hour+ away). I noticed that I was itching really badly in several spots, but thought nothing of it. Figured it was just one of those things. Wake up Saturday morning to get ready to drive back and go to work and my left arm, left leg, and down my side are eaten up by these weird rashes. My skin looks like it's been splashed with acid, so I swing by my sister's to show her and my brother in law the patches. The only thing we can figure it being is that I'm having a reaction to the shellfish that they serve. [I have a lethal and aggressive allergy to shellfish].

Since this was a steakhouse, plus I was JUST washing the dishes, not a single one of us thought that my allergy would be an issue. I go in, show my managers, and ask what we can do. One of them gives me these great big gloves that stretch all the way to my elbow and tell me to try them out. They seem to work okay and I get through the night. Sunday morning, I wake up and there is a new patch blistering up, so my sister insists that I call them and see if they can make some kind of arrangement to get me out of the dish pit and into a job where I wouldn't be exposed to shellfish, since she maintains that they have made arrangements for other people to change jobs for medically necessary reasons. I call the General Manager and tell him that I didn't think the gloves were effective and I wasn't sure if I could keep on working in the dish area due to my allergy. Before I could even start asking about other jobs, he has a meltdown and says, "I was going to start training you in prep, but that won't work because everything back there touches shellfish. Thanks for this. I have to go now and find a dishwasher for tonight." and then he actually hangs up in my face!

Naturally, I assume this means that I've been let go, so I tell my sister and BIL, pack my stuff up and come home with a new burden of shame and disappointment. Well today, my sister goes into work and they're telling her that I outright quit and that [Manager] didn't actually fire me.

I told the GM at the interview that I've been in management plenty of times and I'd never quit a job without notice because that fruiting sucks on everybody's part and that if I didn't think I could do a job that I would talk it out and see what else I could do and he appreciated that, saying that was what he was looking for - someone who could be depended on and not just run off. I did what I was supposed to. I tried, found out there was a problem, and told them about it only to get hung up on. I would have gladly tried something else because it wasn't a bad place to work, from what I could tell, the money was awesome, and it gave me the opportunity to spend a little quality time with my family - something that my other jobs have been lacking in.

My sister just messaged me back after I asked her for clarification and they told her that I quit, but she said that she could hear my side of the conversation (I was outside their house, standing under their bedroom window when I called) and that I was clearly trying to work with them. Now, she's saying if I wanted to, I could call to try and sort the mess out, but I was pretty hurt by the Manager hanging up in my face like a child and I don't really want to go back to a situation like that. If anybody has ever dealt with a situation like this, I'm all ears. Inbox me.
 member, 583 posts
Thu 25 Feb 2016
at 05:30
I really don't understand two of my fudging roommates. They've been on me for a week about $20 I owe them*. Every time they ask me about it, I tell them that I need to go to Walmart to get the money. Every time, that's been the end of the conversation. They just asked me again tonight. I told them the same thing. I hear them leave. Guess where I found out they're going. Walmart! Guess who they didn't ask to go with them. ME! WHY!? *headdesks*

*BTW, me owing them $20 wasn't even my idea. They bought me a box of chocolate covered coconut patties and told me I had to pay them back. WITHOUT EVER ASKING ME FIRST!
 member, 586 posts
Sun 28 Feb 2016
at 01:02
Look, don't look at me like I'm stupid when you walk in to my hotel and I ask "How can I help you?" Yes, I know the vast majority of people coming in are either checking in or renting a room. However, there are still people that come in to get information.

Also, don't argue with me when I tell you the owners don't rent to locals. That's the policy. They can make that decision. No about of you complaining about it or telling me "That's fudged up." is going to get me to risk my job by renting you a room. Furthermore, I'm not going to tell you why because I don't know. That was the policy when I started so that's the policy I'm going to enforce. Get over it.
 member, 380 posts
Sun 28 Feb 2016
at 01:04
Re: Grrrr

This message was deleted by a moderator, as it was moot, at 06:49, Sun 28 Feb 2016.

Isida KepTukari
 member, 100 posts
 Elegant! Arrogant! Smart!
Sun 28 Feb 2016
at 15:47
Re: Grrrr
I had to cut my sleep period short by nearly an hour when someone wanted to view our house (which we are trying to sell).  When we got back after a sufficient amount of time, all of the lights in the house were still on, an oddity.  I get an e-mail from my realtor saying the agents showing the house claimed she couldn't get in because the door was "locked from the inside."

No.  No it wasn't.  It was locked the exact same way that over a dozen other agents have managed to successfully unlock that same door.  Unlock the lock, turn the knob, give the door a decent shove, it opens.  Now she wants to reschedule for next week, which means yet more shorted sleep time for me (I sleep during the day) or having to find some other place to sleep.  All because someone couldn't figure out how to open an {expletive deleted} door!
 member, 781 posts
 Got Beer? Got Chainsaws?
 Got Fire?  Lets Party!
Sat 5 Mar 2016
at 01:06
Re: Grrrr
This is my vent. All the people praising Gygax for creating the roleplaying game D&D, and who don't even realize that Gygax created rules for miniatures combat, like Warhammer, just not as cool and that it was Dave Arneson who created the RolePlaying half of the game. They have both passed on, so the money doesn't mean anything at this point, but Dave has a legacy that was taken from him.
 member, 82 posts
Wed 16 Mar 2016
at 00:44
Re: Grrrr
I just have to get this off my chest.

I work in retail (yes, I know, I asked for it)
I work in a store that is opening it's garden center soon.
Well I schedule my department with overlaps and redundancy due to many of my employees being notorious for calling in "sick". I attempt to use this extra help to cross train my people, however, if I have more than a single person call in sick that redundancy vanishes like smoke in the wind.

The other day I get to the store early as I need to cross train myself on certain reports and I want to make sure the person who normally processes these did not already do them. I get hijacked, not even 20 steps in the store, with the care of a  return employee. Ok no problem I'll get them situated and to the daily business reports. I'm in the store long enough to escort the return employee to their station and introduce them to the new workers there when I get a call from the store manager.

Why isn't the garden center open?

There is a whole list of things I want to say, most of them would get me fired on the spot, so I simply tell him that I'm in early to do business reports and just arrived.

Not good enough! What is my plan to get it open.
I tell him that I'm getting a return employee settled to their new workstation and have not even had time to look at the work roster.

Not good enough, Why isn't it open.
I ask him if he has talked to my Head Cashier who has been there all morning and know what is going on, I toss him a name of someone who I know is in at work and can easily open garden center.

NOT GOOD ENOUGH! what is my plan to get it open.
"Well everyone else who is trained at this time is already covering key areas and I can not pull them until I have a chance to review the roster." I remind him that I am in early and just walked in the door, not having a chance to look at anything including the call in list or roster. I assure him that I have several of the new people in training BUT they are not ready due to the nature of the department. They have not completed all their training.

Not good enough! Do you expect me to not open the area?
NO sir. I expect you to follow the guideline set forth by corporate training and loss prevention stating that I can not place people into those positions until they have successfully completed all the training required of them. I then repeat the name of the person I gave him earlier stating that he is available to go out there.

This entire time I've been on my mobile checking out the roster and gathering information about the situation, finding out that I've had 2 people call in. Both in key positions.
Getting frustrated and snarky at this point I tell him, as he should know, that I have had 2 call in's the only person that is available is the person I've repeated to him 3 times now. I need my HC's for training and coverage, especially since he wants people trained to go out there.

I so wanted to beat him senseless. YES I have problems with authority, especially when they are acting unreasonable, and I do what I can to shield my own workers from much of the fallout. That being said I can easily say I'm in 2nd place for most liked Manager. #1 is a big teddy bear that just has an infectious and genuine personality.

Today I sit here, after finding out one of my HC's just got into a major car accident and will not be in to work for some time. I feel so sick and disgusted at having to face that unreasonable person once again that for the first time in my work career I'm considering just calling in sick myself. Being who I am however I know I can not as there is just to much that NEEDS to be done tomorrow and there is no one to do is as the other people who can are all out on vacation.

This message was last edited by the user at 00:47, Wed 16 Mar 2016.

 member, 612 posts
Wed 16 Mar 2016
at 01:05
Re: Grrrr
I hate Biology. Especially practical Biology. Especially my practical biology. It is an enigma, wrapped in a mystery wrapped in OH MY GOD THE PAIN.
 member, 105 posts
Wed 16 Mar 2016
at 22:52
Selfish Anti-Rant

This message was deleted by the user at 22:53, Wed 16 Mar 2016.

 member, 528 posts
 You can call me V, just V
 Life; a journey made once
Fri 25 Mar 2016
at 05:57
Selfish Anti-Rant
I'm wishing I had someone to play cards with, or play videos games with.

When I went through a very bad period of PTSD, a friend of mine had said "call me if you need to" when I did it was in an episode. He avoided me for the next three months, and since after then only makes texts like "I saw you texted me. I thought I'd do you the favor of replying to it." and that's it. When I see him at the gaming store, he just ignores me and walks away.

Playing cards with him was fun, and I've since found myself collecting cards of the game we used to play, just to keep myself from feeling as lonely.

I used to play video games with my brother-in-law. He was the closest family I had. When my sister divorced him, that fissured our tie. I miss him, and though I've talked to him once on the phone, and occasionally on facebook, he will never be a part of my life like he was.

It feels like I gravitate toward activities I used to do with people I like, and whom once liked me. I can't keep up with the times, and often struggle to stay relevant in what people enjoy doing.

Heck, even RPOL was something my old BIL got me into.

I just wish I had something to do with someone that is a dedicated activity I can rely on.
 member, 6767 posts
 Gaming for over 30
 years, and counting!
Sat 2 Apr 2016
at 06:41
...and The Agony of Defeat
I should have been more cautious about how good things went at work yesterday.  I mean, I work on theater, in a part of the ciuntry where unions aren't very common, which means that I've got a lot of experience doing whatever needs to be done, inclucing set construction.  I've also helped friends with some general construction and renovations, so I'm no stranger to power tools and framing walls and the like.  So I wasn't totally surprised when the plans I'd drawn out for yesterday's project translated pretty smoothly into reality...a couple of small hiccups, but it actually went pretty smoothly, especially considering I was figuring it all out on paper based on having only two accurate measurements out of the dozens I should have had, ideally.

So, today, same basic project.  I actually had one more measurement for that one than I did for yesterday's...

And nothing about it worked right.  All the measurements that I had worked out in EXACTLY the same way as yesterday's project didn't work at all.  One end was too tall, the other end was too short, and in the process of trying to compensate, everything in between got screwed up.  I got a little patch of skin pinched right off the tip of my finger between two sheets of plywood.  Pretty much everything that I did for six hours is going to have to be redone.

I'm pretty sure I've figured out why the key issues's that whole thing about 'good judgment coming from experience which usually comes from bad judgment'...stupid little mistakes that I didn't catch because I don't do things like this very often.  But it's also frustrating because I'm trying to show my boss that we CAN do this stuff for ourselves, and having it go so wrong when time is a major factor isn't going to help the cause.

Nothing to do for it but go back in Monday and make it right.  The fact that the first one worked so smoothly will hopefully buy a little forgiveness.
 member, 6788 posts
 Gaming for over 30
 years, and counting!
Fri 27 May 2016
at 06:55
...and The Agony of Defeat
Is it a bad omen that I find myself daydreaming about how relieved I would be to get fired?  I'm too stubborn to quit, at least not when there's a job that someone's relying on me to do...

But I'm pretty sure if I showed up to work tomorrow and they said, 'Collect your stuff and get out,' I'd celebrate.  At least for a weekend.  Then, maybe, I'd worry about how to pay my next rent check...