Posted tagged ‘moving’

This Post is Brought to You by My Internet Connection

July 13, 2011

It took almost two weeks from the time I ordered my internet to the time those fateful lights on my modem lit up, but I am back, again, with The Internet.

The first thing I did was log onto Twitter. It took me about two minutes to remember that I find Twitter very irritating. So the second thing I did was shut down Twitter.

I accomplished my second move of the month (one month exactly between moves), this one a major cross-country, 2 timezones move. My parents decided to sell the house (actually that’s old news, but it didn’t sink in until I was packing) so I had to move everything, everything, everything. And I’ll tell you over the course of 20 years of schooling, a person sure accumulates a lot of papers and textbooks. I tossed as much as I could into the recycle bin.

And thats only about half of it.

And I still ended up with about 30 boxes. Boxes that won’t come for another 2 weeks or so, but it’s ok, I’m having a pretty cool time. Camping in the living room FTW.

That photo was taken shortly before the second night. The first night looked more like this.

As you may conclude from the pictures, my internetless time was probably the period of my life were I drank the most. I also played tons of Civilisation V, and when I couldn’t handle Civ V anymore, I finally got around to watching Season 1 of House, which I had downloaded months ago. The first few episodes were difficult: I kept yelling out that “HOSPITALS DONT WORK THAT WAY!!!!“. But once I got over how unrealistic the show is, I was completely captivated by “Will Cameron get House into her bed?

I also, while going through internet withdrawl, starting writing a story about The Internet. I suspect that the next time I touch it will be the next time I’m internetless.

Then one day a technician came to my house and magically lit up my modem.

Because I Have To Include WoW In This Post

I got to play WoW a bit over the past 2 days. I live across the street from my job which frees up an incredible amount of time. So I FINALLY got to check out 4.2. I did some Mark of the World Tree dailies, I polished up my tanking set (don’t tell my guild) and I ventured into Firelands. We haven’t killed anything yet, partly because I spent the first hour and a half wiping the raid, (I hope I’m just rusty and not losing my touch) but we made good progress on Shannox.

No, I’m not excited to be playing WoW again. I assume it’s just the usual: whenever I’m away for a long time, I don’t feel like getting back into it.

Silly how I’ve been spending the past 6 months talking about what I want in my Perfect West Coast Guild and now I’m wondering if I should keep playing WoW at all.

Thing is- I love my job. Yeah, it’s just the honeymoon phase, but the hours are a lot more flexible than I expected, the store needs quite a bit of organizing (my specialty!) and I have plenty of opportunity to travel around and do relief work all over Northern Alberta. Suddenly raiding doesn’t seem so exciting. Everything raiding (and being in a guild) gave me, I can get from my job.

Plus I’m sorta liking this having money thingy.

Of Guilds and Guild Searching

Those who speak to me on a regular basis (all two of you) are probably very excited for me to find a new home. Mostly because that means I’ll stop talking about finding a new home.

I’m a little worried about losing yet another month of boss kills, but I think I will keep with the casual route until my schedule gets sorted out. I don’t want to make a commitment I can’t keep.

What I miss the most about having a guild- a real guild that feels like home- is being dedicated to something. Remember that post I made about relationships with guilds? Well I quit lying to myself. For better or for worse, I have a relationship with my guilds that compares to romantic relationships. Maybe because I’m so uninterested in relationships with actual people. Err. Anyway. I like having a project to commit to, to be constantly thinking about improvements, about pretty trinkets I can buy it, about lovely conversations I can have with it. I miss that. With my current guild (or guilds, though I’ve probably been kicked for inactivity from my Horde guild by now) I’ve kept my distances. I didn’t want to get attached (plus they tend to like status quo, I’m not sure my enthusiasm for evolution would be warmly welcomed).

And even though I get hurt when things eventually don’t work out, I don’t really care. I look for somewhere else to focus my energy. I think work might fill that gap now, but if you asked me what I miss the most from WoW, the answer would be “being actively involved in a guild“.

Anyway, I should catch up on my 4.2 holy paladin reading. Rohan and Adgamorix have both written some interesting stuff that I (and some of you) might want to brush up on.

PS. I promise I’ll update my blogroll. You know who you are.

This Just In: Student 4 Life Graduates

June 1, 2011

After 10 years of post-secondary education, including:

- 2 years of community college general sciences (graduating with a DEC – Sciences de la Nature and an IB Diploma)
– 3 years of psychology (graduating with a B.A. Psych)
– 1 year of easy courses to qualify for pharmacy school
– 4 years of pharmacy school (graduating with a B.Sc. Pharm),

I finally get to step out into the real world. Within a few months, I should be able to live in a real apartment, take cheap ramen out of my diet (upgrading to expensive ramen), quit obsessing over money, and work no more than 37 hours a week.

I get asked the question often, so I’ll answer it before it comes up again. No, I didn’t start young. I’m just really immature for my age.

The last month, simply put, sucked. I knew it would be rough, but knowing it and living through it are, yeah, two different things. My licensing exams, all three of them, were in the last week of May, mixed in with graduation formalities and a cross-country move. For a month, I put my life on hold and reviewed everything I had learned in the past 4 years. And ate a lot of fast food. Like tons of fast food. As in, I’ll be doing sit-ups for weeks to recover from all the fast food.

Of course, nothing ever goes as planned and, because clearly I wasn’t going through enough hell, my roommate came up with the wonderful idea of re-doing the kitchen as I’m trying to study and pack. (Which didn’t help in resisting the fast food cravings.) So while I’m stressed out of my mind, I was woken every morning and kept up every night by noise, dust, kitchen supplies all over the place and strangers breathing down my neck.

By the night before my first exam, my room (and state of mind) looked like this:

Please don’t tell any future landlords.

My lowest point, however, I think was on my last day in Newfoundland. I had my grad party that night (a big formal affair), and spent all day packing boxes. I was stressing because I was nowhere near done, but needed to get ready for grad. I stepped into the shower, only to discover than the renovation guys had cut off the hot water. I tried washing my hair in cold water, but it didn’t work out for me.

I’ll leave the scene of me sitting in a ball on the floor of my room with my wet hair sticking up, boxes and unpacked belongings scattered around me, to your imagination. It’s funny now, but I probably would have yelled at anyone telling me it was funny at the time.

Mixing Raiding and School

There’s enough I can say on the topic to write a series of stand-alone posts, but the end of it is, and I might change my mind a few years from now, that it was worth raiding throughout pharmacy school.

I raided late at night (mostly because that’s when my guilds raided, but it did help since I’d usually study until 9:30 or 10pm) and was therefore tired and cranky all day. I missed a lot of class because I was up late raiding. Heck there were courses I never went to outside of exams.

But I don’t regret it. My grades were average. Maybe they would have been slightly above average if I hadn’t been raiding. But even now that I don’t have to be in denial anymore, I still don’t regret it.

I know it sounds weird coming from someone who just did 10 years of college of, but I’ll say it: I hate school. I hate it. I’ve always hated it. I like learning. I like the fields I studied. I like being around intelligent and inspiring individuals. But I hate the pressure, I hate the competitiveness, I hate grades, I hate having to sit still all day, I hate having no money. School has always been a waiting game for me. Bite the bullet, do what they tell you and the ordeal will end eventually. (I also hated being a kid and can’t understand people who miss being kids. Being a kid was another, awful, waiting game. I’m thankful every day that it’s over.)

Raiding kept me sane. It let me be around like-minded people (I both adore and admire all of the classmates with whom I’ve had the honour of sharing several years of my life, but I had very little in common with the majority of them. I was cursed with the personality of an engineer but the brain of a liberal arts person.) It gave me something to look forward in the evenings. It gave me something to work at for my own pleasure, something on which I was never graded.

I know some people take raiding and competition very seriously, but not me. I raid because I love to raid. I do a good job because I like doing a good job. Oh, I’ll joke about healing meters, but that’s all it is, joking. Same goes for my blog. I’ll jokingly brag about stats but blogging is really where I get away from the numbers and the mediocracy that’s so often rubbed in my face. The blog does what it wants. I don’t do adds, I’d never accept to write about WoW for money. The blog and raiding are the two places where it doesn’t matter if I do well or not. The blog and raiding are where I can sit back and enjoy the journey, without worrying about whether or not my life will be screwed up at the destination.

When I Stopped Concentrating on Raiding

I quite raiding seriously at the beginning of January. I miss a lot. You guys have no idea. No amount of emo whining can really translate how much I miss it.

You know how some women get to about 30 without every wanting kids, then suddenly starting hating everyone with kids and can’t live with themselves until they get pregnant? (I really hope this doesn’t happen to me. Pregnancy is just uggg. I’ll adopt, thank you very much.) Anyway, that’s what it’s like. I can’t read Twitter during general raid hours anymore. I fight back tears whenever I’m asked about my WoW life. I rage at anyone who complains about seeing raid content too often. (I wish I was in a position to be in raid burnout!)

Still, I grit my teeth and tell myself it was for the better. It was nice, not being exhausted during clerkship. I did a good job because I wasn’t tired. Not good enough to be “above average“, but hopefully I made a difference in a few people’s lives.

I got to meet a lovely guild who welcomed me with open arms and understood that I was only going to be with them for a few months. (I’ll have another post dedicated to them later this week.) I actually plan on leaving my alts with them when I move on. While I missed raiding in a more intense environment, their jokes, their familiarity, their rich lives outside of game and their laid back attitude made my hiatus enjoyable. I tried to stay distant – no use in getting attached when I know I’ll be leaving – but they managed to break me a few times. By now my raid leader, Thespius, probably knows more about me than he ever wanted to. He’ll be spending his next few months trying to erase his memory.

I’m terrified that I won’t find my ideal guild after I move. Working late hours on the West Coast isn’t conducive to progression raiding.The fact that I don’t have any end boss kills (lets not even talk about heroics) doesn’t help either. I know that a lot of guilds are recruiting, so if you’re running a late night, 25 man progression raid team and are looking for a dedicated holy paladin, hit me up.

My Grad Present to Myself: Traveling Across the Country

In a couple of hours, I’ll be taking a flight to Edmonton, to look for a place to live. I decided to turn my trip back East into a (well-deserved, if I do say so myself) vacation. I picked up a Discovery Pass (no, I can’t take the train. I’d love to take the train, but trains in Canada are waaaaaay more expensive than trains in the US!) and plan to make full use of it. Cities on the itinerary are:

Edmonton
Calgary
Winnipeg
Milwaukee
Chicago

If you’re in one of those cities and care to buy me coffee (or let me buy my own coffee if you’re a cheapo) let me know! Fannon is also planning a meetup in Edmonton this Friday (June 3), so if you’re in the area and want in, give him a shout.

Oh, and in case you were wondering what my room looked like after exams were over with and my move was under control…


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