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I've been in the same guild for about three years. We're not a particularly aggressive guild, as far as getting things done in the game is concerned. We're all a like-minded group of adults who have to work more than we can play, but we have a good time doing what we can. I'm our guild's main tank.

A couple of weeks ago, I had a conversation with a guildy that went something like this:

(Please note, character names have been changed to protect all of our sanity)

I log in for our weekly attempt at some kind of progression, finding that we still are missing a couple of people, even though I'm running late.

Vurplesun: Hey, folks. Sorry about being late. Work was driving me crazy.

Joebob: No worries, Vurp. Still waiting on folks. How you been?

Vurplesun: Man, let me tell you.. I got stuck at work because of some dumb ass training that the upper management is making us take. It's completely irrelevant to my position at the company and it's wasting my time and the company's money to do it.

Joebob: Damn. Tell me about it. We been doing training all week at our company, too. Those schlubs down at the satellite centers can't get anything right. It's a pain in the ass.

What follows is another five minutes of vicious bitching by me and my guildy about our annoying jobs and the people we work with. I should note that this is not uncommon for Joebob and I. We've known each other for the last three years and have frequently bitched and moaned about our jobs and our coworkers and everything inbetween.

TWO WEEKS LATER:

I'm at my real job in real life, sitting out on the patio, eating my lunch. We've had Big Wigs from the company hanging around for the past three days, taking a tour of our facilities, having meetings with vendors, and generally just being really big pains in the ass. I've been responsible for showing around one particular Corporate Asshole Jerk for the past three days. This is the kind of guy you just want to punch in the face on a regular basis. I was in hell.

So, the Corporate Jerk in his thousand dollar suit comes strolling out to the patio, lighting up a cigarette, and tries to strike up some awkward small talk to make things eaiser.

Corporate Jerk: So, I see one of the cars out there has a Horde sticker on it. (laughing slightly).

Me: Oh, that's mine. My sister bought it for me, since I play Horde in World of Warcraft.

Corprate Jerk: Oh, I play WoW, too. Horde.

Me: Oh, really? Which server?

Corporate Jerk: Bumdedumdum server. You?

Me: (surprised) Bumdedumdum server. Have you started working on ICC yet?

Corporate Jerk: (laughs) Yeah, but I don't have much time to play, what with work and everything. My guild isn't getting very far.

Me: Yeah, I know the feeling. In fact, I spent the last couple of nights running heroics with a guildy, trying to get them geared up. I was tanking.

Corporate Jerk: I was helping out a guildy with that, too. In fact it was...

At this point, the Corporate Jerk, who has been the bain of my existence for the last three days, stops talking and stares at me.

Corporate Jerk: ... Vurplesun?

Me: ... Holy shit. Joebob?

TLDR: I found out that my boss's boss's boss plays WoW, on my server, in my guild, and I've been bitching at him about my sucky job and the incompetence of the people in his management group for the last three years.

Ugh.

yeah, like the guy in the $3000 suit is gonna play wow with you, COME ON!

yeah, like the guy in the $3000 suit is gonna play wow with you, COME ON!

I love you.