I was pretty proud of myself. It was bedtime and I was tired but I had been productive. I had been productive during the day at home. I had meant to do a bit more in game but I was finally getting to what I needed to do. My builds would be done for the morning and I'd be right on task. I'm always pleased when I avoid the urge to not do the things that I need to get done. So, I was in warp to my tower when it hit me.
I had forgot to set the password on my freighter. I was in in warp. I was in a Charon. I was in low sec. It was not a good thing.
As my screen started to shake the adrenaline hit me. So many things can go wrong. How could I have forgotten to put the password in? Wex and I had discussed it extensively for the last few days. Yet, the first time I went to use it I relapsed into the habit of just warping to it. And memory came all to late.
I've never been quite so happy for the slow slide out of warp on a freighter. I decided that decelerating and turning around, accelerating and getting back into warp would take to long and I'd die. I always say that I live in low sec because I can die. That doesn't mean that I like it.
With fevered fingers and my senses all to aware I selected the safe log off. First, let me get the ship safe and secure. Next, I can figure out what to do. Only, it didn't work. I was still in fleet. Panic. Never had leaving a fleet been something I failed so miserably at. Why was I in my own fleet? I must hate myself. I must leave my fleet forever as soon as I am done making my jumps.
I logged out while wheezing and panting some. Why oh why could I not remember something so simple?
Then I told Wex. "Wex! Wex!" I called to him to tell him of my mistake. I'm not good at hiding these things. We decided that it was late and I was tired and we'd fix it in the morning. We could have done it then but... there is that moment when you know it is a good idea to just stop. It is that moment that stands between solving a situation and making a huge mistake that will cost a lot of ISK.
I went to bed.
In the morning, I made tea, watered my plants, and we set up to get me webbed back to station. I entered the password, made a test run with my venture, and then went and took care of business.
I feel like an idiot. Such a simple thing that, but suddenly not so simple when you are meters away from the POS shield in a freighter.