It’s been a while, however, I’ve been rather busy of late and haven’t had a moment to call my own – or so I’m told. Anyway, I thought I would sit and fucking write for a while because I’m tired of working my arse off for a bunch of ungrateful peons. Yes, I am talking about my lovely Garrison that I have been saddled with since my arrival in Draenor. I’m a Ranger, not some paper shuffling clerk and manager of people with IQs that are lower than room temperatures – In Frostfire, that’s pretty damned low too.
I think I am just disgusted because I want to go home to Pandaria and see Romy and the kids. I haven’t even seen my son yet because I wasn’t allowed to go home for the birth nor was I allowed to go home afterwards. Seems totally unfair to me because I know that I am not needed all that much here at the Garrison, it can run along smoothly for a few days without my presence. I will admit that I do have a firm boot when it comes to some of my people that I catch sleeping on the job.
As I do my mandatory stroll around the Garrison each morning, I have chanced upon a few Orcs doing “squats” with their arms loaded with wood and that’s okay, I guess, however, the thing that is really bothering me is the fact that somethings they are standing next to a tree while they are doing these calisthenics. Now, do I want to know what they are really doing or do they have some incredible itch that they can’t reach with their arms full and they are too stupid to put the wood down? I’m not even going to ask.
Another thing, the mines. I was never a miner and I sure never have liked being caves or anything underground. Now, I have to do the daily inspection and actually take ore samples every single day. I don’t have a problem with the inspection, however, I have no clue what it is that I am doing with these samples.
I think the goblins have some kind of Union for the people that work in the mines. They are all identical little female blonde goblins. I do mean identical, the voices the appearance, and the way that they do everything in the mine. There are no male goblins down there – do the females really leave the mine at quitting time or is there a quitting time? Oh, occasionally I do have a run in with one of the critters in the mine, a goblin can be standing right next to the critter or even me and they just keep hammering away at the ore as if there is nothing going on. I know they are hired to do mining and that’s all they are going to do even if it means I’m getting the hell beat out of me, they won’t lift a finger. All of the male goblins are on the surface in the Garrison doing other chores – I need to speak with Gazlowe about this stuff, I suppose. It just seems curious to me. Let’s face it, everything is weird in Draenor.
I’m also running a shipyard. Why? What I know about naval strategy and shipbuilding you could put in a thimble and lose it. I don’t like ships, boats or anything other than my fishing raft when it comes to water. At least I know where all of the Orgrimmar Orcs are being sent – shipyards and Garrisons. I know that I shouldn’t say this, however, I am really starting to wonder about Orcs – why are there so many and why are we here in Draenor fighting an Orc fight – we’re Blood Elves, Sindorei, why do we need to be kept here indefinitely. It definitely isn’t because we offer fashion ideas to them or anything.
I haven’t even had time to go visit Fnor’s Garrison for the last couple of weeks because I have been busy getting my people out on patrols and trying my level best to make sure that everything is running as it should. I hope that if I keep my nose to the grindstone that I will finally convince the higher-ups that I should get permission to go back to Azeroth for a while. I have heard tales of people that have gone back without permission and all of their properties, money, titles and everything they hold dear were commandeered from them supposedly by the Horde Command. That’s a bit harsh.
I just know that I want to go see my family. I know that I miss Romy more than I could even imagine and I want to see my kids. I just hope they haven’t forgotten me.