It was one of those nights. Cranky Tank is recovering from the flu and Fearless Leader is coming down with it. Some raiders seemed to have left their brains at home and stupid wipes were had. The loot gods were not kind. RL stress frayed tempers. I, ever the emotion sponge, soaked it all up and expoloded it right back at everyone (my response to one tank’s “heal me!” was “TPS the boss!”).
Normally, I try to keep spirits up with Amber’s Patended Random Silly, but even that was shot down. Steve has been refusing to give me assist, which means I can’t /rw spam. Aside from making me a very sad panda, this also puts a crimp on my role as healing lead. Vent can get chaotic, and even my healers with perfect hearing can’t always catch what I need them to, nevermind the one without. Whisper and raid chat can be lost, too. Let’s face it, /rw makes a noise and splashes red text on your screen for a reason. There’s some logic behind my request beyond my desire to be a dork, like telling Tank Healer #3 to cover Tank #2 because Tank Healer #1 decided to stand in front of a worm (I’m fucking brilliant some days, let me tell you).
I have my other gripes, as well. I disagree with having seven healers for ToC. How about we make our people learn to not hug opposite color orbs, and other such lazy dumbfuckery? What about dispells? Can you learn to do those? We have some damned fine healers and it doesn’t take much for boredem to set in. We did fine with 6 healers before when I decided to be a bitch and ignore Steve, and we’ll do fine with 6 again. The most fun I’ve had in ToC was one ToC 10 with one of our more undergeared healers. My mana bar was screaming! It was work! Holy shit! I LOVED IT. …you want us to have HOW MANY HEALERS in a 25 man?
One of our tanks also has aquired the Grate On Amber’s Nerves debuff. This is…not cool. It applies stacks, and after so many stacks I just want to scream. In fact, he gets a post all on his own!…again.