ROFL, this seems to describe anytime I get on to play and is the problem with this game (although not unique to this game, WoW is even worse).
I get on thinking "I'm going to hook up with Cerv and do a spawn". I hop on my pvp/spawn mage to find that I no longer have high enough rank to wear my faction Orni. Now I need to find the character that is wearing my non-faction Orni so I can drop it in the house so my mage can put it on. I log on a couple of characters wondering where the hell I put it and eventually find it on my resource gatherer (why? I don't know). Problem is that my resource gatherer is sitting right where he was at server down the last time I ran him and somehow I manage to get myself killed by an Ogre and a Reaper (I make a mental note to stop putting off giving the resource gatherer a suit with higher than 20 resists). Now I'm dead and have to find a healer. After running for what feels like a month I find a healer and res only to find my pack void of an Orni!! With my palms sweating and my pulse racing I make the Lord of the Effing Rings journey back to my corpse which is now nothing more than a pile of bones and I manage to double-click and get my Orni just as the bones go *poof*, upon closer examination I find that the Orni was uninsured because I'm obviously an idiot.
Now I recall back to my house, drop the Orni in a trunk and log out. I login on my mage - "Another character already logged in" - GRRRR!!! Log out, log in on my resource gatherer, log out, login on my mage - Another character already logged in"...rinse, repeat - "Another character already logged in" - ARRRGGGH! Somehow I manage to keep my cool enough to walk away for a moment while my resource gatherer finally times out. I login to my mage, get the Orni, go to grab some pots and realize I'm out of effing GHeal and cock-knocking Re-effing-fresh potions! I'm nearly belligerent at this point as I'm noting that I started playing this PoS-effing game 27 effing minutes earlier and still haven't effing managed to effing get out the GD'd door! I decide "to effing HELL with pots, I don't need them anyhow" and prepare to go meet Cerv at Despise. That's when I notice my Leggings - 0 of 10 durability?!?!?!?!?! HOW THE EFFING EFF DID I MANAGE TO GET 0 OF 10 DURABILITY?!?!?!?!?!? WTF?!?!?!
Now I'm looking for a repair deed so I don't have to login to my crafter on my second account, thinking perhaps firing up another client and logging in would take more time. While I'm looking for the deed I hear my wife behind me "are you going to be done soon? I want to go to bed together." (which does not mean I'm getting anything, it means she doesn't want to go to sleep while I play video games). I decide at this point that I'm never playing this game ever again and, for all I care, the whole world can burn in hell. I shut off the computer, go to bed, and my wife rolls over, gives me the back and promptly falls asleep. I stare at the dark ceiling for two hours, steaming...
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