I
don’t blink with my fossil eyes. That wood
causes a lot of people to take me for granite.
You do, you Low Mights! I know I
can’t predict the future, but with attempting to correct those thoughts you
have, I should at least be admitted to the past. Say, how about that guy that got elected to
the steering committee? He is really a
steer. And someone else stores while he
stirred because of those stirrups. It happens over and over again. I just snore.
I
want to do something. I’ll go back to
RPG. My Role in Playing this Game is
Programming a computer to Generate various Reports. I will just Buy Nary anything until I get
hired to program for a company in Binary.
My non computer friends, and they only call themselves my friends, I see
and hear too much reality to do that, anyway, those so called Friends, in
public say, “He proved it was a Hex.” They say that when I am programming the
stuff that corrects their factory work. And I’m the one that programmed in the
language, Hexadecimal. Them people don’t
realize that I deal with proof all the time.
I need proof and my work has proof.
They only make certain they drink proof.
And during their whole lives and their whole lies, they are the ones
that are Dealing. Shuffling. Cutting more than just Cards. They sure like to cut my cards, but they
don’t realize, when they are cutting up my work, those computer cards need to
be read by the computers, and not red with blood. Then, because more of other people like me,
and that’s part of why some certain people like me, more of those people like
me work in COBOL, and those outsiders say we are Cancerous with our
Cobalt. Life sure is changing by its
BASIC programming. To those ‘friends’ of mine, I sure am the Key Bored. I am their star. I am the Ignore Us Born for Real Use.
Awe! Come On!
“I am too old and too fat to
volunteer to do that!”
There,
I said it, I don’t care about the outcome.
Here I am, in my early sixties.
I’ve worked in technology all my life.
One manufacturer still runs a program of mine, a program I wrote twenty
years ago, that automatically expedites work stations in the factory based on
timing noted by changes in drawings that the Cad Cam people made in
drafting. At another company, ten years
ago, I wrote an in house email system when that catalog biased clothing store
put all sales equipment on an in house network.
Just recently I took an existing accounting system and cut their end of
month processing down from three days to half an hour because I looked at and
corrected their existing code. I looked
at the code. I looked at the logs, for
five years the end of month jobs ran for three days, and I corrected the left
open files and added indexes and stuff like that, and now it runs correctly in
half an hour.
But I got let go because I did
not keep up with technology. Did not
keep up with technology? That expediting
system is still running. I know because
I still know people in the factory and they still depend on it. When the catalog company changed to a new system,
I learned it so I could write that email system so those communications can
stay safely within the company. And I
was not that idiot owner who wrote that end of month processing system five
years ago. I looked at it and corrected
it. “There is nothing wrong with
it. There is nothing to correct.” That’s what he told me. So why are they still using my corrections?
You want it on an app. Well just let me do it. Sure, I have not programmed “APPs”
before. A program is a program. You just need a little thought. You just need a plan. But no!
You have to send everything off shore now. “It is done at one fourth the cost.” No, I just try to reply, “It is done at one
fourth the price. But you have to keep
sending it back ten times because it is not working. When you finally get something that barely
works. Who cares if it rounds the taxes
to the nearest dollar. Who cares if it
stops twenty times to ask the operator for the names and addresses and dates
that are already in the database. Who
cares if it mixes up the area codes.
Don’t you idiots see that you got a piece of crap software and that “One
Fourth” the price times those ten or so times you need to send it back and have
it redone ends up at “Two and a half times more THE COST.”
But I am not young enough. I am not cheap enough. And I live in this country so I get
terminated and cannot find another job in my chosen, experienced career path. So, what do I do. I go to the corner drug store and get a job
as a cashier. And since the corner drug
is a small, one room, end of block facility that only has one person working at
a time, not only do I have to check out the customers, I get to make the deli
sandwiches, stock the shelves, mop the floors, and get robbed when I am stuck
working the night shift.
So, Friday night, at the end of
my evening shift, after the night clerk came in, the boss walks in. He just noticed that some of the lights on
the store’s sign are out. Gee, we’ve
been telling him about it for the past two weeks. I guess he can only believe things he sees
himself. Good old George. He asked me, that since I was off shift,
would I “volunteer” to climb up onto the roof, hang over the side of the
building, and change the burned-out lights.
I asked him, “What do you mean by ‘volunteer’?” He said, “Just climb up there and do it.” Then I asked, “And what do you mean by ‘off
shift’?” He replied sternly, “We’re all
in this together. Before you drive off,
help all of us and change those lights!”
And I asked, “Do I get paid for this?”
He said, “No, you are ‘off shift’.”
I asked, “Why should I?” He
continued, “Aw, come on. I got to go to
the bank, then I got to do the books for the week. I wasn’t even on the schedule for right
now. And Tom here can’t leave the cash
register. What if a customer comes
in?” Now this damn boss, actually he
owns the business, is in his forties and doesn’t have any health problems. I got problems with my feet and my back. I’m not a physical laborer. I might throw my neck out or fall or
something. Do it on my own time? It’s his business, not mine. I only get minimum wages. Why should I do
it?
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