Le Sigh
So, we've been voted out of our D&D game.
Does this make me sad? Nah.
See, our game used to be every Tuesday, but since this past Tuesday was Eric's b-day, we told them we'd be late due to the family party. They had planned to have the game as usual and when we got there, we could join in. We ended up not making it there because the family stayed late and frankly, how can the birthday boy leave his own party? So Eric spoke with the DM on Wednesday and was told that the game hadn't happened and that everyone wanted to get together that night instead. Would have fine, only Jim, Danielle, and I had plans to take Eric out to dinner, since they didn't see him on his real b-day. Jim was going out of town for work the next two days, so we couldn't cancel on them. Hence, we couldn't make it again. Eric asked about Thursday but was told that not everyone could make it. So, we apologized and that was that. Until, of course, we get a call from Kat last night, saying that everyone was able to meet up and *politely* demanded (not that Kat does anything politely) our presence. Well, okay. Only Eric was in a bad mood and didn't want to go out, nor did he appreciate being told to drop plans to come play. So he had me get on the phone and say he wasn't there, only he flubbed and talked to Gram while I was on the line. Disaster followed. Eric had to call the DM back, explain that he had me lie, and tell him that he had a friend over (the truth, as he'd been told there was "no way" the game could happen Thursday) and wouldn't bail on him. Rightfully so, I'd say.
Eric got a call this morning, saying that the game group had taken a vote and booted us out of the game. Now, I'm writing this harsher than it may have happened, but this is what I've heard. The DM said that since everyone else works crazy schedules, they're going to flip flop the game day to suit everyone that particular week. They assumed we wouldn't give up our social life to say yes to a game day at the last minute (which we wouldn't), so we're out. I was going to have to quit in a few weeks due to the new newspaper gig, so I'm cool with it. I just don't like that they did the deciding. I'd have much rather quit. Eric's okay with it too, as various things in the game had been annoying him (and me) and he kinda missed having Tuesday nights to himself. So, things worked out, just not as I'd have liked. And now i'm going to feel uber-uncomfortable being around that group, as most people there only started talking to me once I joined the game. Kat mostly, who for 3 years barely had anything to say to me, and then had a change of heart once I joined. Well, fuck that. Be my friend or don't be my friend. Don't give me special treatment when I'm a part of your clique, don't treat me like dirt when I'm not. I really like those involved in the game (with a couple exceptions), so I hope things won't crash and burn on that end. We shall see with time.
Moving on.
Chuck's coming out with us tonite, most likely to see The Village, my most anticipated film of the summer. I love M. Night However-You-Spell-His-Last-Name, the reviews are great, and I love thrillers. Should be an awesome time. We've got a big bag of fun, a good friend to hang out with, and plenty of new games (thank you, Eric's birthday) to entertain ourselves with, so I'm certainly looking forward to tonite. And tomorrow night is Eric's official birthday bash (as in, the one without family, with lots of friends and booze), which is going to be great. Not a huge gathering, but it's better that way. Danielle (the hostess) made it a luau theme, so everything in her apartment is now covered in palm trees, fish, streamers, and hula lights. It looks great. BTW, for those of you in the area, we weren't very official with invitations, but everyone is welcome. Call if you need directions.
I'm going to have to work a bit of overtime tonite and I'm sad. Not that I mind helping out on occasion, but the fact that I might not get my paycheck today (AGAIN) doesn't exactly make me want to be a good little worker, ya know? If I do get paid, and don't die of a heart attack as a result, then bring on the overtime. It'll be less than an hour, anyway. But no check = grumpy Meg. Grumpy Meg is not happy to help. She wants to go home at 5 like she's supposed to, seeing as she didn't get paid for the past 80 hours of work she did.
Gah. Hopefully this won't happen and I'll get paid. Then all will be good. Unfortunately, that job interview I had got postponed due to an illness (interviewer got the stomach flu, they said), but I'm supposed to get rescheduled next week. Man, I hope so. I can't stand playing this, "Will Today Actually Be Payday?" game.
Does this make me sad? Nah.
See, our game used to be every Tuesday, but since this past Tuesday was Eric's b-day, we told them we'd be late due to the family party. They had planned to have the game as usual and when we got there, we could join in. We ended up not making it there because the family stayed late and frankly, how can the birthday boy leave his own party? So Eric spoke with the DM on Wednesday and was told that the game hadn't happened and that everyone wanted to get together that night instead. Would have fine, only Jim, Danielle, and I had plans to take Eric out to dinner, since they didn't see him on his real b-day. Jim was going out of town for work the next two days, so we couldn't cancel on them. Hence, we couldn't make it again. Eric asked about Thursday but was told that not everyone could make it. So, we apologized and that was that. Until, of course, we get a call from Kat last night, saying that everyone was able to meet up and *politely* demanded (not that Kat does anything politely) our presence. Well, okay. Only Eric was in a bad mood and didn't want to go out, nor did he appreciate being told to drop plans to come play. So he had me get on the phone and say he wasn't there, only he flubbed and talked to Gram while I was on the line. Disaster followed. Eric had to call the DM back, explain that he had me lie, and tell him that he had a friend over (the truth, as he'd been told there was "no way" the game could happen Thursday) and wouldn't bail on him. Rightfully so, I'd say.
Eric got a call this morning, saying that the game group had taken a vote and booted us out of the game. Now, I'm writing this harsher than it may have happened, but this is what I've heard. The DM said that since everyone else works crazy schedules, they're going to flip flop the game day to suit everyone that particular week. They assumed we wouldn't give up our social life to say yes to a game day at the last minute (which we wouldn't), so we're out. I was going to have to quit in a few weeks due to the new newspaper gig, so I'm cool with it. I just don't like that they did the deciding. I'd have much rather quit. Eric's okay with it too, as various things in the game had been annoying him (and me) and he kinda missed having Tuesday nights to himself. So, things worked out, just not as I'd have liked. And now i'm going to feel uber-uncomfortable being around that group, as most people there only started talking to me once I joined the game. Kat mostly, who for 3 years barely had anything to say to me, and then had a change of heart once I joined. Well, fuck that. Be my friend or don't be my friend. Don't give me special treatment when I'm a part of your clique, don't treat me like dirt when I'm not. I really like those involved in the game (with a couple exceptions), so I hope things won't crash and burn on that end. We shall see with time.
Moving on.
Chuck's coming out with us tonite, most likely to see The Village, my most anticipated film of the summer. I love M. Night However-You-Spell-His-Last-Name, the reviews are great, and I love thrillers. Should be an awesome time. We've got a big bag of fun, a good friend to hang out with, and plenty of new games (thank you, Eric's birthday) to entertain ourselves with, so I'm certainly looking forward to tonite. And tomorrow night is Eric's official birthday bash (as in, the one without family, with lots of friends and booze), which is going to be great. Not a huge gathering, but it's better that way. Danielle (the hostess) made it a luau theme, so everything in her apartment is now covered in palm trees, fish, streamers, and hula lights. It looks great. BTW, for those of you in the area, we weren't very official with invitations, but everyone is welcome. Call if you need directions.
I'm going to have to work a bit of overtime tonite and I'm sad. Not that I mind helping out on occasion, but the fact that I might not get my paycheck today (AGAIN) doesn't exactly make me want to be a good little worker, ya know? If I do get paid, and don't die of a heart attack as a result, then bring on the overtime. It'll be less than an hour, anyway. But no check = grumpy Meg. Grumpy Meg is not happy to help. She wants to go home at 5 like she's supposed to, seeing as she didn't get paid for the past 80 hours of work she did.
Gah. Hopefully this won't happen and I'll get paid. Then all will be good. Unfortunately, that job interview I had got postponed due to an illness (interviewer got the stomach flu, they said), but I'm supposed to get rescheduled next week. Man, I hope so. I can't stand playing this, "Will Today Actually Be Payday?" game.