Bored yet with all this game talk? So I finally beat that one asshole and got my Champion Weapon. I also finished up the Epic Quests for armor. Overall this was my most productive session of Dark Age of Camelot since I started playing the game. Below are shots of the two different versions of the merc champion weapon and the before and after shots of my old/epic armor.

Once again I’ll say I’m having quite a bit of fun playing Camelot again. Not sure I want to quit just yet. I still want to get a Champion Level or two.

You know how normal people with jobs get vacations? Well here is the fucked up thing at the hotel. I get paid vacation, two weeks since I’ve been there forever. Sounds great right? Well here is the fucked up part. I can’t take my vacation because they have no one to cover my time off. This is what the Sheriff told me the other day.

Which really sucks. Because right about now I could use two weeks off. It’s getting to the point that instead of two weeks off it’s going to be two weeks notice. I just think I’ve had it up to here with the retards at work. The Sheriff needs to start acting like a fucking front desk manager. No one to cover a shift? Well I got news for you Skippy it’s your job to cover that shit. Be it first, second, or third shifts.

What the fuck would the Sheriff do if I quit? Sure the majority of the time I talk about quitting I’m full of shit. But in this hypothetical situation what would he do? I’m under the impression he’s not all that happy to be a working manager. I think he may be another one of those people who think a manager should sit in their office all day. It’s something I’ve given name to. It’s called being a Munson. And honestly that’s the worst thing that you can be.

Front desk manager my ass. We haven’t had a real front desk manager for years. The one guy they wouldn’t actually give the title and position to came really damn close. But he got burnt out on their bullshit and left. Which is really to bad. Because now we deal with the likes of the Sheriff and his ilk. Brethren that just can’t be done away with. I swear these fuckers grow out of the fucking woodwork. All seemingly having ties to one another.

Want an example of what I’m talking about? The schedules. The Sheriff has a damn time getting this thing out on time. I could quote some law about having it out a certain number of days beforehand. But what does it matter. Here’s the little note on the current schedule:

If the numbers don’t improve, I may ask you to leave a few hours early or come in a few hours late as I cover those hours.

Excuse for being all confused by this, but isn’t this the opposite of the purpose of a schedule. I work what I’m scheduled. No more no less. If the Sheriff want’s me to leave early or come in late schedule it that way. To me it’s the whole reason there is a schedule. So I know when to come in and when to leave. Fuck this guess work bullshit. I would recommend the desks clerks stick to their scheduled time. Lazy fucking management is what this is.

I have an idea how about tonight I come in two weeks late? Shit this may just be a good idea yet.

More Dark Age of Camelot. These screens are from a Chapter 3 Circle of Five raid I attended on Sunday night:

I’m really enjoying the game this time back. I’m a big fan of the horse, as I’ve said a number of times. I made Champion Level 1 during the raid the above screenshots are from. I’m .8 away from dinging Champion Level 2. At level 2 I’ll be able to use saddle bags. Which for some reason is a real turn on. In a way that owning a house was a turn off for me. The idea with the house is that I could echo real life habits and throw shit all over the floor if I want. Kinda pissed me off when I found I had to buy a fucking chest.

When I get my vacation time I just may play DAoC for 2 weeks straight. Of course by the time I get vacation who knows if I’ll still be enjoying the game as I am now. I would like to be able to get a Master Level or two as well. Seems fitting since my activity as of late in the game. As it is I’m still Master Level-less and I still have no artifacts. I have this Harpy Cloak item still from one of the last times I started playing again. And I have the 3 scrolls for another artifact. So two weeks of playing Camelot could be very productive.

I’ve fucking had it. This morning I was verbally abused by some foul mouthed asshole who thinks that all the people like me up north are rude unintelligent clods who are not able to speak. On top of that this old fuck thinks working for some hick company out of Kentucky makes him special. Fuck him and fuck his company. I hear their cookies suck anyway.

What bothered me the most about this incident was the fact that this guy refereed to me and the area I’m in as “these people from the north” or “the north”. I just had hoped that this kind of confederate I fuck my sister bullshit would have ended a long time ago. It’s all one big country. Do we really need to keep this north and south bullshit going on? I don’t care if this fucker is from the south. I know some people from down south and they are not assholes. Assholes are a universal thing. This guy who happens to be from the south is an asshole. He could just as well be from Mars.

Dealing with these kinds of assholes just drives me crazy. But it makes me even fucking madder is that half of the shit this old fuck was yelling at me about was because of someone in the sales department. If your going to outright lie to this sonuvabitch let the rest of us know. Telling a guest that all reservations will be under the company name and then putting the reservation under the persons name is just another example of how the hotel just doesn’t communicate. WinPm reservations call for a persons last-name and first-name. There isn’t any place to put in or call up a reservation by company name.

So here I’m trying my damnedest to tell this cocksucker that he’s right and I’m wrong. Because that’s what you do right? You don’t argue with them. You take it on the chin and tell them that everything they say is the god honest truth. It just really pisses me off when I’m made to look like a goddamn idiot because someone else is telling this guest a fucking fairy tale. I understand we need business. I think there is a big difference in telling the guest he is right as apposed to out right lying to them. This sales person decided that keeping this old pricks business is so important that they had to lie to him to keep the old fuck happy. I think there is just so much of this ass kissing a person should do. And this sales person has done and gone far beyond the call of duty here. If the nose of this person isn’t permanently brown and has that constant smell of shit I’ll be surprised.

So this old guy who has already raised up a storm is going to go and bitch again to management. I’m sure this time he will be using me (the northerner) as one of his gripes. Because I’m such a rude nasty retarded sonuvabitch and the whole hotel is like that. I wish that at times like this I was able to record these kinds of nasty ass chewing’s just so that others can hear just how rude these assholes that I call customers really are. Of course it wouldn’t matter if I did have it recorded. The management of the hotel would sell their souls to the devil for business. I’m really expecting to get it for this one just because the hotel is so hard up for business.

And it couldn’t happen at a better time. Two weeks vacation and then some will be coming my way soon. So I’m going to assume that my ass is going to get fired for this and spend the next two weeks finding another job. Two weeks and I’m saying goodbye to that worthless shithole. My last day will be one for the record books. If by chance they don’t fire me for this shit I won’t be to hard on myself to stick to the two weeks deadline (a guys got to eat). But this is the last straw. This is it, it is all I can take. I have to get out of that place. As soon as I find a job I’m done. No notice. No going back. This time the bridge won’t be burnt. This time I’m going to blow the goddamn bridge up.

And I don’t have the slightest idea of what kind of job to look for. I do know for a fact of what kind of job I won’t look for. I’m even going to put together a resume, and I hate those things. This has been a long time coming. In a way I really need to thank that old cocksucker for this. One way or another because of him I’m going to get out of that hotel.

After dealing with such a colossal asshole yesterday morning I was in the mood to kill. So I went and bought Quake 4 to fulfill my thirst for blood. I was even able to score the Special DVD Edition of the game that comes with Quake 2 and both of it’s expansion packs. Since it’s using the Doom 3 engine the first thing I did after installing the game was find myself a good tweak page. I ended up just using the same site that made Doom 3 playable for me. UpsetChaps Quake4 Guide‘s Framerate and Visual Tweaks made the game really run better than I had hoped. And so far I think it’s a great game. Here are some screen shots:

As you can see from these shots it is a dark game. But it is no where near as dark as Doom 3. Quake 4 retains that futuristic metallic look of the second game. It’s a hell of a lot of fun killing Stroggs again. If you enjoyed Quake 2 I would say this is a must have.

That old fuck from yesterday just came down. He didn’t seem to be as big a baby as he was yesterday. Maybe someone changed his depends and fed him those shitty cookies they make. The best part was that I was able to be the ignorant northern pain in the ass he ranted about yesterday so well.

His morning routine is to come and get a copy of the USA Today and read it in the lobby. The nice guys that deliver the papers have this bad habit (good in this case) to toss the bundle of papers out the window of their moving car and continue to speed on to their next destination. Usually I would go get the papers and bring them in. Today I let them sit out there. And the old redneck had to bring them in himself. Next when he asked for some scissors to cut open the bundle I informed him I had loaned them out last night and they had not been returned. I watched with glee as the old prick had to pull out a paper from the tight bundle of papers.

So the moral of this story is to do onto others as you would wish them do onto you. I’m going to make it my mission to be as big of an ignorant northern dolt as I can legally get away with when it comes to this piece of shit. I’m going make sure I am the pain in the ass this guy claims I am.

Can you tell I’m still just a little fucking angry? Something magical happened while I was looking at the calender that has something to do with my current state of mind. It’s almost the end of October. What’s the next month? Yes my beloved November! I think I will stretch out my remaining time until the 28th of November. And it will be the one time I will be more than happy to work on that day. What I will do that night will probably be borderline criminal. Which really is just payback for not being able to enjoy my last day when I got fired.

The lengths I’ll go to fuck with somebody. Honestly I have issues. But I just can’t forgive. I’m mistreated and there is no making up for it. This old guy who I’m making it my mission for fuck with checks out today. I’m wondering just what kind of loud rude obnoxious bullshit I’ll get to listen to today?

I’m proud to say the USA Todays are sitting out front still. I had to carry them back once after the morning cook brought them in. Then just a little later I had to step outside to make sure the nice old lady in housekeeping didn’t bring them in like she does. I’ve got my bitch to fetch the papers for me. It’s just that this old prick doesn’t now he’s my paper fetching bitch yet.

It’s also a shame that the scissors are still borrowed out. It’s just these little things that make my day. I’m also toying with the idea of emailing/calling the home office of this crappy cookie place to let them know what an old fucking asshole they have representing them up here in the north. Not that it would do any good.

It’s just the basic idea of it all that bothers me even now. I’ve always hated that kind of customer. The kind that thinks his seven to eight rooms makes him the sole contributor to keep this hotel running. Or that since he works for Crappy Cookie Inc that I should get down on my hands and knees and bow to him. I’ve seen people like this guy come and go in my time at the hotel.

The sad fact of the matter is that this guy and his company and his overall business lumps him in the category of small fries. It’s just the current state of this hotel that we have to cater to this kind of asshole. It used to be when this kind of asshole bitched you out it kinda really mattered because they had over 100 rooms a month (at the very least). And now we jump through hoops for some asshole and his eight rooms? It’s just a sad state of affairs.

But why am I complaining? It’s because of this asshole and the way the hotel is currently run that I’ve got motivation to get the fuck out of dodge. Leaving the poor little Sheriff to fend for himself. November 28th people will be my last day. Granted a lot can happen between now and then. But I’m going to do my damnedest to get out of here. One way or another.