Last night was a complete fiasco. Ok, before I start this rant let me say that it was probably a mistake to monk at all last night, with a banging headache, little patience and a possibly still steaming temper.
We were supposed to be doing the dungeon Rragars. Now, just getting to the dungeon is usually a half hour trek over charr and grawl infested lands, not to mention the earth eles. But I thought we'd be ok, and we would have been, had the other half of the team not been in a stupid mood. They were aggroing everything in sight and by the time the first ten minutes were over my emotions were hanging on a VERY thin thread (possibly my sanity too, but that's not completely confirmed).
The problem I have found with monking is that all humour at the death of a team vanishes. I'm supposed to be keeping them alive, and if I can't I feel useless. I really did hate the team yesterday because of this, I had previously explained this to Hayley (my best friend) yet she went ahead and did it anyway!
I can't blame her though, because you can't really know what it's like to see a team go down from the monk's point of view unless you are the monk, and she never has been. Let's hope that if we try again tonight, it won't be a repeat performance; if it is I doubt keeping my cool with Hayley will be an option.
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