(This post was supposed to go up about a month ago, right after the post about me falling to my death… but I got sidetracked…)
Twice is a coincidence.
Three times is a trend.
Remember my dumbshit moment the other week?
Well, I didn’t plummet to my death this time, but I’m one step closer to a trend of stupidity.
Getting back in to raiding and I’m told that the raids are starting at 8:30 server on Tuesday.
So Tuesday I show up at 6:30 local. Get an invite almost immediately and chill in Org while we fill in the remaining spots.
Kill shit. Run out of time.
Agree to pick up the raid at 8:30 server on Friday.
So Friday I show up at 6:30 local.
Huh. No invite. Looks like there’s already a full raid group in DS.
Whisper the raid leader and get the auto-response from DBM.
On Spine? We left off staring at Ultraxxion. I’m only 2-3 minutes late. How the hell did they get that far?
Whisper the tank, “did you guys start early tonight?”
“Actually, we started late.”
Odd. I showed up at the same time as Tuesday, what the hell? I chat with her for a few more minutes and then it dawns on me.
I’m in Pacific. This server is Eastern. My old server was Central. I was counting time for the wrong server. They just happened to start an hour late on Tuesday.