Chaos, Panic Disorder . . .

Heisted from virago



A 56 human pally, with buffs galore, found out that no matter how many judgments, consecrations, and holy spells you toss around, you will get your ass handed to you on a glorious silver platter by a 63 feral Tauren druid in cat form with her own buffs and mangling like crazy. Shoulda used feral fire on him just for insult. He spit on me as he hearthed, putting up a shield so I couldn't kill him again. I did get +4 honor for him ^^ A pair of nelf druids found out they're no match for even a lower Tauren hunter. They both ran when they realized I was hot on their heels ^^ Gotta love it. One tried to outrun me on his saber, switched to cat form and tried to use dash and failed to outrun my Great White Kodo. I mean, even his cheetah form has only 40% speed and my kodo has 100% speed. I had to keep stopping so I wouldn't pass him. Eventually his flag wore off so I headed back to where they seemed to be attacking again. Crossroads (as usual.) Now to see if anyone else tries to pull something funny in Crossroads before I head out to spam more Winterfall to get exalted with Timbermaw.

In other news. Today I found out a half hour after eating lunch that apparently my rice cakes (made in China, by the way, the package written all in Chinese with a label in English slapped on the back) had buckwheat in them (at least the one I had today) because I broke out in a rash like you wouldn't believe and by body became so hot I thought I was going to combust. Even the workers asked if I was ok because my face was so red. I told them I was fine and didn't need to go home so not to worry, I'd just itch and burn up on them.

Work was ok, so that was good. Yesterday it was stressful even before I got there. The lifer was ready to kill the navy brat we hired off the street to be a manager because of his military attitude. Another long time worker accidentally flushed her keys down the toilet on break. Everyone kept making key jokes all day, even today they were. The area coordinator has been there just about every lunch, especially when the store manager is there, to find out why we're all of a sudden at the bottom of our owner's stores when we were #1. That's why the lifer was ready to kill the navy brat was because he was defending the store manager as a sort of god and we all know the reason why our store has gone to Hell is because of her. She ruined the store she was at before and our old store manager brought it to #1 while she brought us from the top down to the bottom. No matter who made a comment that she's ruined the store, never orders enough stock and has made life miserable for us is always considered wrong. But, whatever, life goes on. And speaking of life, yesterday and today people are really getting hostile when you ask them for donations (for the hands for the Ronald McDonald house charities). The one who lost her keys said she wasn't going to ask anyone she recognized the voices nor between certain times where she knows they're the regulars and she doesn't want to anger them even more. I agreed. The store manager is pissed that we're not selling hands left and right but too bad, the economy sucks, no one has any spare money (at least not that they want to donate.) She wants 1600 hands in 10 days. All I can say is good luck.