by LevinSnakesRise » Sun Aug 21, 2016 11:10 pm
So after almost 2 weeks of hiatus, I've returned temporarily, and I shouldn't even be here right now. I was going to be gone for almost a month.
(TL;DR is at bottom if you don't want to read this brick wall below.)
The reason I left is because I've had a lot going on. A lot that I can't possibly explain without going into too many details, and creating the biggest brick wall of text you guys have ever seen made on this forum explaining what is what, but I will try to explain what has happened without going into too many details. (No promises.)
So first of all, if any of you know me well enough, you know my boyfriend is in the army right now, doing Basic Training. He graduates next month, and will go straight into AIT. I had planned on attending his graduation, but I have recently been reached out to for a job opportunity, which I have been looking for since May when I was unfairly let-go because my previous boss was a racist bigot. Finding one this close means I probably won't attend his graduation like I promised. I know deep-down he would tell me to take the job over going to see him graduate, and go to their Family Day, but it really kills me on the inside knowing I probably won't be able to go. It's a new store that's opening up way on the other side of Town, and so they likely will be finished and have me start working right as the Family Day and Graduation take place.
Another reason I've been gone is because I've been depressed, mainly because he's gone, but more recently because of what I mentioned previously, I won't be able to attend his graduation. I wake up, and immediately I wish I hadn't. I am put down every morning by my father. For the past 3 months I've been working hard to find a job, and every day he'd call me a lazy piece of shit. I'd wake up at 5 in the morning (if I slept the previous night) and apply for jobs for hours on end, some more than once, and all available locations around me that are reasonable, as my car isn't reliable. When I'd be done, I'd come on here and get to work, replying to threads, testing bugs for Brandon and Blake, and even went through the ridiculous amount of threads in Bug Reports. There was over 70 pages. Closer to 80. I want to say 78, so 78 * 25 threads per page = 1950 threads I had to interact with in some way, either by moving them to Not Bugs or Fixed Bugs after confirming there were previous mentions of this bug being fixed in another thread, and it was never moved for whatever reason, merging with the countless (and I do mean countless) upon countless duplicates sitting in Bug Reports if they were still valid, and marking them for myself and Brandon in a Spreadsheet on Gmail so he could put them into JIRA (a bug tracking software used) and test them. I would then put countless hours into player reports. We get thousands a day. I know we constantly say that, and some people think it isn't true, but I'm here to tell you we aren't bullshitting. It's literally in the thousands, and there's no way for any of us (or all of us) to get through all of them. My order of dealing with reports was take care of the Recent Reports that were valid, ignore the ones that weren't and let them go, and then look at the list of Problem Players. Before I took a break, I would keep this number below 800 players. These are players who have 10+ reports on their account in-game, regardless whether valid or not. When I first saw the list, it was over 1000 players. I would bust my ass every week to keep it below 800, and after taking this near 2 week break, it went from less than 800 to over 1200. It's ridiculous how many reports people get per day, and it's overwhelming, if I am to be honest. Then I would eat when it'd come to dinner, something simple so I could go back to working on reports and keeping an eye on the forum, so probably ramen, or just go get a pack of crackers and sit there and eat them and that would be my dinner. Anyways, I would be up for almost 24 hours at a time, and if I did get sleep, it'd only be 2-5 hours a day. On the occasional rare day, I'd sleep all day because I didn't feel like getting out of bed because I felt like a big piece of shit worth nothing, and didn't want to be started on by my father. He would act like I wasn't trying, unknown to him, I would always be on the house phone, calling places trying to talk to General Managers, or to Hiring Managers (who apparently, some Hiring Managers aren't allowed to make hiring decisions directly....what the fuck is the point of them being a Hiring Manager if they can't make the decision directly?) and asking about open positions and trying to get a job.
A third reason I've been away is because when I first got started, even before I was offered if I wanted to be a Moderator, I was helping people because I loved to help people, and I still do love helping people. I've got many, many years of moderation under my belt under countless websites, games, etc. I am even the Community Manager (Brandon's job here) for a company, and yes, I do get paid, but I am limited to 5 hours a week, and I've been spending most of my time here, so I've only been getting like 2-10 hours instead of 20 hours a month, like I'm allowed, because this community needs so much work done to it. A lot more than the company I work for, which is simple and easy, and I don't have to constantly warn someone for breaking the rules, and don't have to ban literally hundreds of accounts a day, whether it's a temporary ban, or a permanent one.
However, I have lost the passion I once had for the game, and the community. It's not exactly because of the community, or the game isn't fun anymore, but because I'm shit on every day, both here and in in real life. I can't tell you how many PMs I get a day saying I'm shit, I should go kill myself, and I just delete them and keep quiet. You have no idea how many times I get shit on when I help out on Twitter (which I also stopped during my break) and harassed by people who are upset I banned them because they broke the rules, and think they are entitled, spoiled brats. Sure, at first, it meant nothing, but after almost 2 years of this, and the constant rumors being spread about me, behind my back and eventually making it all the way around to my face, I admit it is effecting me. Being called every name in the book anyone can think of, after a while, you think you'd become numb to it, but I haven't. I started out numb, but because of my current mental state, it's gone backwards, and I'm now getting effected by it all. I know a lot of you don't like me. Sometimes you act like you do one day, and the next day, you hate my guts. It's fine. You don't have to like me. I became a Moderator to do a job, and I've been doing it. Sure I've been blunt, sure I've been called out, I really don't care, because in the end, I've done my part, and been helping the community and the game, banning disruptive users, etc. Everyone thinks I'm a joke. I'm quite aware of how more than half of the community views me. I hear everything that is said about me, whether I see it myself for those of you who are willing to be up-front with me like I am most of the time, and blunt, or I'm told by someone else that so-and-so called me this or that, or they said this or that. Believe it or not, this is actually normal as a staff member of any website or game. We get shit on constantly. It's sad that this is normal, but since I started moderating websites back when I was 13 (8 years ago), this has been the norm. I've made enemies (the guy who constantly makes accounts and getting around every ban I give him personally, using homophobic slurs, impersonating me, for example), I've made friends, and I've made acquaintances. It's all part of the job. I couldn't care less what you guys think of me when I'm gone. You can shit-talk me until the cows come home, because I know some of you will do it, cause some of you will be glad I'm gone, some might be sad, if I'm lucky by the time I'm gone, I've made some amends, and some of you will just be like "eh". Regardless, it was a good run while it lasted.
I will miss all of you when I do leave, which is currently undecided, even those of you who do hate my guts and always will, but I thought I'd make this post since I came back. I guess I will bother making a post when I actually leave, or I may just leave again without a word, like I did this time. The others didn't even know until I brought it up to them that I was on break.
Well crap, I made a long brick wall text anyways...I tried at least.
So yeah, I'm back for the time being. Gonna try to do what I can while I'm here and catch everything up cause....ya know, that's my job.
TL;DR - I left cause I was depressed and tired of bullshit, and I'm back temporarily. Will be leaving probably permanently soon. Currently unsure of when.
P.S: Sorry for the shitty formatting and seemingly random subject-changes. I'm not good at expressing myself like this. So apologies. Go ahead and add it to the total list of complaints about me.