![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I slept in til 7! But I was up until almost 1am, so that's still not that awesome. Yesterday wasn't a bad day in the end. My sister mostly napped, so I didn't have to do much there, and Dad was in a relatively good mood.
I still yelled at him a bit, because he just cannot continue to be an ass to the staff. I think I wasted my breath, but I tried. I also told him that that shit is not going to fly once he gets home. If he's a jerk to us, there will be consequences. I don't know what they'll be yet, but I'm tired of him treating us like his fucking servants.
My preboarding coordinator sent me the official word that I don't start my new job til the 19th, boo. So, I have two more weeks to be bored. I'm sad that it'll only give me a week before Dad comes home. I was kind of hoping to have a better feel for things before we added that, but alas. I have a virtual meeting on Monday morning where I'll show my drivers license and Social Security card to the HR person. It seems weird that they don't want a copy, but I'm not going to complain about most of my shit being virtual. I'm thinking during one of the next couple of weekends, I'll take a little trip down to the office, just so I know where it is and where the parking garage is.
As far as I know, it's down near Hampden, just next to the Rotunda, but since I frequently get lost going to the Rotunda, I would like a little more familiarity.
This weekend is going to be a little busy, so maybe next weekend.
It appears that my unemployment check is on it's way? Maybe? It says the check was issued, at least. So by this time next week, I might have money? At least a little bit?
Last night, we had the Frostmaiden game that I've been waiting all month for, and it was 100% worth the wait. I had created this insanely tough battle. There's a homebrew subclass of paladin called Oath of Treachery. It's fucking bonkers. And in the finding out stage of fucking around, a year and a half ago, the players chose to leave an insanely powerful sword in the baddie's lair. It wouldn't have been a good idea to wield it, as it has a tendency to eat the wielder's soul if they go too long without killing someone to provide it with a soul to eat. But, instead of removing it from the lair and stuffing it into a bag of holding, they left it.
So, that meant that the baddie had a perfectly nice sword to give to his new paladin underling. And I used this bonkers build, and had her focus on our paladin. And within three rounds, I had killed dear Skink and eaten his soul. (They're a high level party, so it wasn't a perma-death, they brought him back the next round.) But, for the first time ever, the traits and skills that they'd used to curb stomp so many opponents came up short.
People were literally shaking and there were actual tears. And this is why I fucking love D&D. It doesn't happen all the time, but some nights the beats hit exactly right and you can take people on a rollercoaster of emotions. It was awesome. I traumatized seven people and they thanked me for it, and said it was awesome. We ended up playing til nearly 11:30, and then hung out on the phone talking for another twenty minutes, because no one wanted it to end.
Todays thing that I like is a new one for me. Jalapeños. I'd never liked them at all, and had actively avoided things with them in it. Then, a couple of weeks ago, I ate one with some nachos, and I am hooked. I want all the jalapeños now. Poppers, gimmie. Nachos smothered in them? Fuck me up. I want to make up for all the lost time.
And on that note, I'm going to take some pills and get my day started. Everyone have a wonderful Saturday!
I still yelled at him a bit, because he just cannot continue to be an ass to the staff. I think I wasted my breath, but I tried. I also told him that that shit is not going to fly once he gets home. If he's a jerk to us, there will be consequences. I don't know what they'll be yet, but I'm tired of him treating us like his fucking servants.
My preboarding coordinator sent me the official word that I don't start my new job til the 19th, boo. So, I have two more weeks to be bored. I'm sad that it'll only give me a week before Dad comes home. I was kind of hoping to have a better feel for things before we added that, but alas. I have a virtual meeting on Monday morning where I'll show my drivers license and Social Security card to the HR person. It seems weird that they don't want a copy, but I'm not going to complain about most of my shit being virtual. I'm thinking during one of the next couple of weekends, I'll take a little trip down to the office, just so I know where it is and where the parking garage is.
As far as I know, it's down near Hampden, just next to the Rotunda, but since I frequently get lost going to the Rotunda, I would like a little more familiarity.
This weekend is going to be a little busy, so maybe next weekend.
It appears that my unemployment check is on it's way? Maybe? It says the check was issued, at least. So by this time next week, I might have money? At least a little bit?
Last night, we had the Frostmaiden game that I've been waiting all month for, and it was 100% worth the wait. I had created this insanely tough battle. There's a homebrew subclass of paladin called Oath of Treachery. It's fucking bonkers. And in the finding out stage of fucking around, a year and a half ago, the players chose to leave an insanely powerful sword in the baddie's lair. It wouldn't have been a good idea to wield it, as it has a tendency to eat the wielder's soul if they go too long without killing someone to provide it with a soul to eat. But, instead of removing it from the lair and stuffing it into a bag of holding, they left it.
So, that meant that the baddie had a perfectly nice sword to give to his new paladin underling. And I used this bonkers build, and had her focus on our paladin. And within three rounds, I had killed dear Skink and eaten his soul. (They're a high level party, so it wasn't a perma-death, they brought him back the next round.) But, for the first time ever, the traits and skills that they'd used to curb stomp so many opponents came up short.
People were literally shaking and there were actual tears. And this is why I fucking love D&D. It doesn't happen all the time, but some nights the beats hit exactly right and you can take people on a rollercoaster of emotions. It was awesome. I traumatized seven people and they thanked me for it, and said it was awesome. We ended up playing til nearly 11:30, and then hung out on the phone talking for another twenty minutes, because no one wanted it to end.
Todays thing that I like is a new one for me. Jalapeños. I'd never liked them at all, and had actively avoided things with them in it. Then, a couple of weeks ago, I ate one with some nachos, and I am hooked. I want all the jalapeños now. Poppers, gimmie. Nachos smothered in them? Fuck me up. I want to make up for all the lost time.
And on that note, I'm going to take some pills and get my day started. Everyone have a wonderful Saturday!
