I mean ops. Totally ops.
My extreme frustration is shown by the fact that I’m not blogging. A week ago, any post I made would have consisted entirely of swear words and incoherent rambling. It’s nobody’s fault but my own patience level. I just cannot see or hear stupid Bestia or stupid Brontes again for … well more than 30 minutes at a time.
I’m also not signing up for raids. I like raiding, but my patience with banging my head against a boss has evaporated as my real life responsibilities become more and more strenuous as the little jedi gets older (you’d think they’d need less attention, but that is not the case!) I feel like after clearing my schedule for a raid (grinding out husband rep to get him on critter duty for the night), I just want to roflstomp some shit and blow off steam – not hear Bestia and/or Brontes taunting us in that fishwife voice.1
To add to the frustration, there’s once again the stupid “melee are bad in many encounters” issue. I’m tired of being a class that we have to “compensate” for instead of just being an asset to the raid team. I’m an asset on the one or two damn fights where there’s an interrupt. Otherwise, it’s not useful, or a downright burden, to have “the second marauder” along. To that end, I’m playing my operative more and leveling a sorc. At least I’m always good at healing. It’s just something that, after all these years, regardless of game, just comes naturally.
OK, pity party over. Gotta psych up to level the sorc over double XP weekend (hey, it’s NOT raiding, and I get to shock the shit out of people). I’m already level 48 and it shouldn’t be too hard to hit 55 over the weekend.
- I don’t really know what a fishwife is. I imagined Sindragosa the same way “Your pathetic magic betraaaays youuuuuu.” ↩