Sorry for all of the tweaking with my page design and layout guys. I tried to fix the old design once I was notified that it was completely crooked in Internet Explorer – even though it was just fine in Firefox – but I pushed the wrong button somewhere, lost my patience and reverted to a {gasp} premade Blogger template. I like this one much better anyway and have most things settled, except one quirk with the sidebar. But I am definitely much happier about all the thing as a whole now and so am not stressing.

Being happy got me thinking about how sometimes I get myself worked up and angry for no reason. Case in point: last night we were raiding with our guild in WoW, and there was a new healer in the group. Since my job is principally a healer and I’ve been in that role and in that particular dungeon many times, I’m more than comfortable and knowledgeable on what needs to be done and by whom. But our new healer was sort of a know-it-all with lower quality gear than mine, and he had the nerve to start handing out healing assignments to me!

To be truthful, he was – at odd and inappropriate times – questioning several other classes of players as well, acting as if he knew what stats or gear they should or should not have. I was really offended for myself and others but held back a) because I have a hard time with the backbone thing to begin with and b) he’s a veteran of our guild with several characters in it. We do try to help each other with valuable suggestions (not demands), but those are best done in a private message to the person so as to not bring down the morale of the group or point the finger in public. Confidence can a fragile thing sometimes.

Well, to the point, this guy really peeved me off and I wanted to grumble grumble the rest of the way through the night. But I refused to let him wreck our good time, focused on everything good and funny and quickly forgot our little annoyance. Any other night I probably would have sent private messages back and forth to my partner in {whining} crime and friend, but I cut those off short, making us both look at the positive side. I’m sure if I hadn’t, the fiasco would have ended in one of us contacting the guild master to complain which probably wouldn’t be the best way to handle the situation.

By the time I logged off from the game later, I was very proud that I didn’t let myself or my friend stew in the unsavory juices of misery – no matter how tasty they looked – because we laughed a great deal, reached our goal for the night and I learned a valuable lesson. Be happy!

Ps. Don’t worry – he’ll hear from me soon enough if need be.

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