Within the next day or two, Cafe World will go bye-bye. I know my niece, Liz, will be yelling YAHOO!! FINALLY! at the top of her lungs. Heck, she's been trying to convince me to quit for the last year, but I enjoyed playing it. . .
UNTIL IT BECAME A JOB.
Yes, friends, CW has gone overboard just like Farmville did. When there are too many goals and challenges stacked one on top of the other and when the player is stressed by PLAYING A GAME, then it's time to quit. And yes, I'm in the non-paying majority. The needs of the insane paying Zynga customer outweigh the needs of the many.
But why am I waiting a day or two?
Well, I started a catering job and want to see if anyone will help me OR if they are trolls just out to collect the Catering points like usual. But I'm laughing AT THEM because I can only cook one of the three dishes! I'm also waiting for Zynga to respond to my query about those dishes. It wasn't until AFTER I wrote it that I found out the player had to complete 5 SETS of 5 goals BEFORE they unlocked a dish.
If I'm successful or unsuccessful on this job, I'm still quiting the game.
I'm tired of begging for stuff that I need to do the jobs. I'm tired of everyone finishing their goals days ahead of me while I'm plodding along. I used to think it was because I had a life, but I was wrong.
. . . I'M GETTING MY LIFE BACK.
Bye-bye, Cafe World! It was fun while it lasted. Now, I can concentrate on my edits!
Later, Peeps!
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6/5/11
Goodbye, Farmville
I've enjoyed playing you and making new farmer friends, but the time has come to say good-bye.
I know we've been going together for two years. We started off with the puppy love of four plots and a chicken or two, growing into two substantial farms, my home and your English one. I love the animals we collected and bred, but again, you became far too time consuming. Building a gazillion orchards and making my arborist obsolete, but not giving me enough herders to harvest my critters with one click. I became frustrated when I would have a unique foal to put into my nursery barn only to have it grow up into a stupid black horse.
I love the mini-challenges you provided, but the Lady Gaga challenge was simply the last straw.
--Not that I have anything against Lady Gaga, shoot, she's a marketing guru to use that platform to kick-off her new album/tour/whatever. That was pure genius. Wish I could sell my books that way.
I really hate to say this, Farmville, but you've simply become too much work. What used to take minutes a day in our relationship, soon became hours were devoted to making it work.
My addiction of you must stop.
A week ago, I harvested all my crops and plowed my fields. And then, I wrote you a Dear John note, telling you I needed a vacation. But that was a lie. It was my way of telling you farewell. And I think I was ready for our break-up because it was easier than I expected.
I hate to be the one to give up OUR friends, but what must be, must be.
Three days ago, I blocked all the messages you have been sending me. I'm sorry, sweetie, but it had to be done.
I have another game in my life that doesn't take up too much time . . . except when it plays challenges upon catering assignments and I can't seem to find the time to master all the dishes.
Very frustrating at times.
And I know I will kick Cafe World out of my life just as I kick you out if it becomes too much of a hassle. I'll always have Spider Solitaire or Mahjong Titans.
Good-bye, Farmville! It was a good run while it lasted!
Later, Peeps
I know we've been going together for two years. We started off with the puppy love of four plots and a chicken or two, growing into two substantial farms, my home and your English one. I love the animals we collected and bred, but again, you became far too time consuming. Building a gazillion orchards and making my arborist obsolete, but not giving me enough herders to harvest my critters with one click. I became frustrated when I would have a unique foal to put into my nursery barn only to have it grow up into a stupid black horse.
I love the mini-challenges you provided, but the Lady Gaga challenge was simply the last straw.
--Not that I have anything against Lady Gaga, shoot, she's a marketing guru to use that platform to kick-off her new album/tour/whatever. That was pure genius. Wish I could sell my books that way.
I really hate to say this, Farmville, but you've simply become too much work. What used to take minutes a day in our relationship, soon became hours were devoted to making it work.
My addiction of you must stop.
A week ago, I harvested all my crops and plowed my fields. And then, I wrote you a Dear John note, telling you I needed a vacation. But that was a lie. It was my way of telling you farewell. And I think I was ready for our break-up because it was easier than I expected.
I hate to be the one to give up OUR friends, but what must be, must be.
Three days ago, I blocked all the messages you have been sending me. I'm sorry, sweetie, but it had to be done.
I have another game in my life that doesn't take up too much time . . . except when it plays challenges upon catering assignments and I can't seem to find the time to master all the dishes.
Very frustrating at times.
And I know I will kick Cafe World out of my life just as I kick you out if it becomes too much of a hassle. I'll always have Spider Solitaire or Mahjong Titans.
Good-bye, Farmville! It was a good run while it lasted!
Later, Peeps
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