Hurdles, Roadbumps, and Occupational Hazards

 Recently, I've been a little nostalgic for a certain MMO. I used to be addicted to this thing so bad that it was like breathing air. I had to play every single day. I was such an addict that I refused to pay a monthly fee, and went with a lifetime account option.

 One day I didn't play, then the next was without the game. Pretty soon, I had realized that I had not logged in for a while. I kept up with the new updates when they'd come out. I'd log in, check it out, and then log off. It just didn't have the appeal that it used to.

 The game changed hands in the intervening years, giving the title a new life. It was something that made me want to log back in and play around in the new areas.

Hurdle one, the  e-mail account I had used when signing up was no longer valid. It was tied to an ISP that I had since dropped. So, I forgot a bunch of details like my incredibly hard to remember username. I'm remembering that it had alternate caps and lowercase letters, so no one but me could log in. Ha, a good idea at the time, but I have since forgotten such name and have wiped all memory of the title off of my hard drive.

 I e-mailed the new company of my problem. They responded wanting all sorts of info that I could not get to, being that the e-mail addy was no longer available. 

 So now, I'm negotiating with the customer service rep to give me access, even though I don't have access to the original email. The person is now willing to pare down the essential info that I need to provide to two memorable pieces of info. I hope I get them right.

 I have decided to attend college. I have never done so, and seeing as how the job market is so bleak, I thought I'd pursue an education that may allow me more choice in career.

 The amount of hoops to go through almost seems endless. It's almost as if they're weeding out the weak-willed prospective students by not really giving an order in which to go about the steps to start. Everything states that you must do something else before doing that one thing, but the one thing they point you to states that the other needs to happen first. What?

 I'm to get my transcript. I won't even mention what my shot records will take. Tough cookies. I tried this before, and the school that I graduated from is still holding my transcript hostage for some handsome sum, like a ransom. This is due to my hoarding of textbooks and library books.I also used them for various unconventional experiments that the books never withstood. I wasn't aware that they kept records so well. Darn administrators. But they know not who they are dealing with. I will find a way to get that piece of paper that gives me the right to closer to my role in higher ed.

 Occupational hazards are sometimes worth the trouble. I was a mason's helper for a while. It was pretty fun, but the one time I was checking the hopper for the consistancy of the mortar, Boom! right in the eye. My safety glasses were not doing their job. I ended up washing my eyeball so much that I could pass for a Ren and Stimpy eye model, red veins and all.

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Update: I've since beaten one of the hurdles. Made a ss of it:

  Thanks for letting me rant, I'll do funny next time, pinky swar.