I can't get on with my day till I bitch!
Nov. 8th, 2004 09:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thistlechaserUsually I try to get through my flist before I post. Since I come in to 150-200 flist posts on Monday mornings, I try to get through at least half before posting, but not today!
I had a muchly sucky weekend, which really makes me worry about how the rest of the week will go. But I'll write about it, and maybe that'll make it better!
(Eh, I should probably note that this will be all FFXI-related, so if you're not interested in that, sorry and feel free to skip the rest of the post.)
On Saturday I had nothing I had to do in FFXI-land, so I decided to try to level thief (my DRK subjob). Being level 15, I headed out to the (shudder) Dunes. We all joke about how bad the Dunes are, so I was thinking they wouldn't be as bad as we always say... and at first they weren't!
After seeking a party for about a half-hour, I got invited. There were a number of advanced job folk in the party, so I had high hopes. And I didn't even have to do the pulling! (Which was a big bonus, as I've only done it once or twice before). And guess what, the party was great! We all used food, there was little downtime, the XP was good... I could have stayed with them all day! But after all of four fights, the party broke up. Sigh.
Things went very, very, very downhill from there. After maybe 20 minutes seeking, I got a blind invite. Ugh. But as I needed a party, I sent the leader a /tell and asked him what jobs were already in the party. Just him. I declined the invite.
20 minutes later, and I was getting rather annoyed. Over an hour into this, and I had made only a couple hundred XP. Another blind invite came, so I sent another /tell asking about the party makeup. "Accept the invite and see," he replied (though with worse spelling and grammar). Knowing I shouldn't but really wanting to level so I could leave, I accepted and checked. Though it was an odd party (no WHM, two RDMs and a PLD), I was assured it would work, so I stayed. (Here's where the fun started!)
It took a good 20 minutes to get ready. We had a ranger, so he went out and pulled... an EP rabbit. Sigh. We kill it, wait another 10 minutes, and finally he brings something else back. A goblin which killed three members of the party. Sigh. One fellow was HPed in Sandy, and did not return. We took a long time replacing him, then finally pulled another goblin. The idiots moved too far out from the outpost, got a goblin link, and more people died (including the Japanese PLD, who had died the first time as well). Another person left after that fight, so we lost more time replacing him. Then we had a fight where no one died... but someone left after that so we had to wait to replace him, too! Somehow I had ended up with leadership, so while I was trying to find someone, one of the idiots ran out and attacked a goblin... standing right next to two other goblins. I yelled to run to zone, and most of us do. The poor JP PLD died again, and the idiot who attacked the goblins started yelling at me.
"If I don't start getting some backup, I'm leaving, too!" (Though with more caps and typos, of course.)
And that was the end of that. I apologized, passed leadership to someone else, and left the party and the zone (vowing never to return to the Dunes, which alas I won't be able to honor). I had really wanted to apologize to the JP player, but he didn't speak a word of English and I was too angry to be patient enough to remember how to spell "gomen" or to work through the autotranslator.
Sunday was a good couple hours in the middle of many hours of nothing. I arrived in Jeuno hours early for our static, planning on making some cash by selling teleports. Gods above, trying to sell teleports there is a nightmare. I don't like to fight with people for stuff (I'd rather give up a camp or go somewhere else to farm rather than having to fight with others for the space), so trying to sell teleports in Jeuno was just... bad. I had to keep all of the spammy shouts unfiltered, plus the lag, plus so many others trying to sell them... After a half-hour, I just retreated to my mog house and just sat there to wait. The static started more than an hour late, so that was more waiting around. Once we got XPing, we did amazingly well (who chain 5's for 250 XP at level 20?!), but we had less time than usual and only got two levels.
For the first time, I was actually happy with (as opposed to "not unhappy with") with the amount of hits I was able to land... at least when using my gsword. With my scythe, I would spent multiple battles not landing a hit. As that's rather unacceptable, I stopped trying to use it and will have to find some other way to level it.
After the static, I didn't do much. I needed some sheep leather, so I made some for an hour or two. (And how boring is it to do the same synth over and over and over and over?) Some stuff at the AH sold, so at least I ended the weekend with about 200K more than I started it.
Though I just decided a few days ago not to level leather anymore, whenever I run into a crafter of a higher level than me, it makes me sad and mad and want to level more. On top of that, there are so many new people in the guild starting the craft! I feel that if I don't level it, I'll just be... useless. There are people so much higher than me! And new people leveling up who will be able to pass me! And if I'm not a good (high) leathercrafter, then what the heck claim to fame do I have? (It's really depressing and annoying to have all these bad issues in a game. I don't have to deal with things like not having enough money or a high enough job in RL, but I have to deal with them in a game?!)
So all in all, it was a sucky weekend with one small good spot. We were staticing in Sanctuary of Zi'tah, which has the most depressing music ever, and it helped nothing at all. (Everyone else liked the music though, so I just turned it off on my end.) Oh, and poor Boose died a noble WHM death: Trying to cure someone else as we were fleeing for the zone line. While it was our only death of the day, it's sad that anyone had to die at all. (Even if we got to Do Things to his dead body. ;) )
Added while editing: I forgot that I had eaten badly (low quality, little quantity) all weekend. I think (hope) a lot of my poor mood was because of that.
I had a muchly sucky weekend, which really makes me worry about how the rest of the week will go. But I'll write about it, and maybe that'll make it better!
(Eh, I should probably note that this will be all FFXI-related, so if you're not interested in that, sorry and feel free to skip the rest of the post.)
On Saturday I had nothing I had to do in FFXI-land, so I decided to try to level thief (my DRK subjob). Being level 15, I headed out to the (shudder) Dunes. We all joke about how bad the Dunes are, so I was thinking they wouldn't be as bad as we always say... and at first they weren't!
After seeking a party for about a half-hour, I got invited. There were a number of advanced job folk in the party, so I had high hopes. And I didn't even have to do the pulling! (Which was a big bonus, as I've only done it once or twice before). And guess what, the party was great! We all used food, there was little downtime, the XP was good... I could have stayed with them all day! But after all of four fights, the party broke up. Sigh.
Things went very, very, very downhill from there. After maybe 20 minutes seeking, I got a blind invite. Ugh. But as I needed a party, I sent the leader a /tell and asked him what jobs were already in the party. Just him. I declined the invite.
20 minutes later, and I was getting rather annoyed. Over an hour into this, and I had made only a couple hundred XP. Another blind invite came, so I sent another /tell asking about the party makeup. "Accept the invite and see," he replied (though with worse spelling and grammar). Knowing I shouldn't but really wanting to level so I could leave, I accepted and checked. Though it was an odd party (no WHM, two RDMs and a PLD), I was assured it would work, so I stayed. (Here's where the fun started!)
It took a good 20 minutes to get ready. We had a ranger, so he went out and pulled... an EP rabbit. Sigh. We kill it, wait another 10 minutes, and finally he brings something else back. A goblin which killed three members of the party. Sigh. One fellow was HPed in Sandy, and did not return. We took a long time replacing him, then finally pulled another goblin. The idiots moved too far out from the outpost, got a goblin link, and more people died (including the Japanese PLD, who had died the first time as well). Another person left after that fight, so we lost more time replacing him. Then we had a fight where no one died... but someone left after that so we had to wait to replace him, too! Somehow I had ended up with leadership, so while I was trying to find someone, one of the idiots ran out and attacked a goblin... standing right next to two other goblins. I yelled to run to zone, and most of us do. The poor JP PLD died again, and the idiot who attacked the goblins started yelling at me.
"If I don't start getting some backup, I'm leaving, too!" (Though with more caps and typos, of course.)
And that was the end of that. I apologized, passed leadership to someone else, and left the party and the zone (vowing never to return to the Dunes, which alas I won't be able to honor). I had really wanted to apologize to the JP player, but he didn't speak a word of English and I was too angry to be patient enough to remember how to spell "gomen" or to work through the autotranslator.
Sunday was a good couple hours in the middle of many hours of nothing. I arrived in Jeuno hours early for our static, planning on making some cash by selling teleports. Gods above, trying to sell teleports there is a nightmare. I don't like to fight with people for stuff (I'd rather give up a camp or go somewhere else to farm rather than having to fight with others for the space), so trying to sell teleports in Jeuno was just... bad. I had to keep all of the spammy shouts unfiltered, plus the lag, plus so many others trying to sell them... After a half-hour, I just retreated to my mog house and just sat there to wait. The static started more than an hour late, so that was more waiting around. Once we got XPing, we did amazingly well (who chain 5's for 250 XP at level 20?!), but we had less time than usual and only got two levels.
For the first time, I was actually happy with (as opposed to "not unhappy with") with the amount of hits I was able to land... at least when using my gsword. With my scythe, I would spent multiple battles not landing a hit. As that's rather unacceptable, I stopped trying to use it and will have to find some other way to level it.
After the static, I didn't do much. I needed some sheep leather, so I made some for an hour or two. (And how boring is it to do the same synth over and over and over and over?) Some stuff at the AH sold, so at least I ended the weekend with about 200K more than I started it.
Though I just decided a few days ago not to level leather anymore, whenever I run into a crafter of a higher level than me, it makes me sad and mad and want to level more. On top of that, there are so many new people in the guild starting the craft! I feel that if I don't level it, I'll just be... useless. There are people so much higher than me! And new people leveling up who will be able to pass me! And if I'm not a good (high) leathercrafter, then what the heck claim to fame do I have? (It's really depressing and annoying to have all these bad issues in a game. I don't have to deal with things like not having enough money or a high enough job in RL, but I have to deal with them in a game?!)
So all in all, it was a sucky weekend with one small good spot. We were staticing in Sanctuary of Zi'tah, which has the most depressing music ever, and it helped nothing at all. (Everyone else liked the music though, so I just turned it off on my end.) Oh, and poor Boose died a noble WHM death: Trying to cure someone else as we were fleeing for the zone line. While it was our only death of the day, it's sad that anyone had to die at all. (Even if we got to Do Things to his dead body. ;) )
Added while editing: I forgot that I had eaten badly (low quality, little quantity) all weekend. I think (hope) a lot of my poor mood was because of that.
