ANOTHER WEEK SHOULD see me finishing my current computer project. However, I can see that something is very wrong.
The programmers who were initially assigned to my project are no longer working on my project.
Wesley, who wasn’t doing much, is now ‘working on documentation’.
Ned, who was working with me and learning some useful things, is now ‘temporarily’ assigned to another project.
Kent, who was also working with me and learning some useful things, has now disappeared.
Pete, who was also working with me and learning some useful things, is now ‘temporarily’ assigned to yet another project.
Diego, who was working hardware and communication support, is now ‘temporarily’ assigned to yet another project.
Tanya, who was also assigned to my project, but was not doing any work, is now taking a management class.
By now I have created, compiled or assembled the designed software modules for my project, linked an executable module and begun some initial test runs. My initial test runs looked pretty good. I even showed Rinny, my department manager a short test run, telling him that I really needed to do a full system test of the software. Toward the end of day, Thursday, I begin to see some major errors in the software. I wrap up the testing, for the day, turn in the executable module and the few source code modules that I have checked out, back into the software librarian, intending to work on the software tomorrow, Friday. The software is written in a new, stack-oriented language and I have found that the documentation is mainly a work of fiction. I have generated my own documentation at home, at night.
I sign out of work for the day and go to the gym, where I work out in the evening. I get dressed and start my workout. I am just getting warmed up, when some ass hole starts to give me some shit.
I walk over and get in the boy’s face. (The boy is maybe six foot three or four weighing maybe 200 pretty boy pounds, I am five eleven and I weigh, after a workout, some 217 pounds of steel cable muscles.) I ask ass hole boy, “You have some kind of trouble with me?
Ass hole boy gets a close look at me and he decides that cowardice is the better part of valor. He sneers, “I was just having a little fun.”
I state, very nasty and on the edge of violence, “I might just decide to have a lot of fun. I don’t like your fun and I know that you won’t like my fun. It will work well, if you just take your fun elsewhere.”
Mike, the gym manager has quickly walked over and he wants to know, “What’s the problem here?”
Ass hole boy gets a close look at Mike and he again decides that cowardice is the better part of valor. He sneers, “I was just having a little fun, with fat boy.”
Mike, the gym Manager snarls, “Listen up, boy. I have seen Bad Jim bench four hundred fifty pounds. That’s a lot more resistance than your typical fat boy can bench. Bad Jim is not fat. Bad Jim can’t kick your ass, because you are just leaving this gym, permanently. Bad Jim got his name by kicking the ass of real bad boys, down in bum town. I am banning you from this gym, because I don’t want to have to sweep up your teeth. Go NOW!”
Ass hole boy stands in front of Mike and realizes just how big Mike is. Ass hole boy says, “I was just having a little fun.”
Mike grabs ass hole boy and gives the wimp a tooth rattling shake. “You can get your shit from your locker and go, NOW! Or you can go for a swim in the gutter, NOW!
Ass hole boy starts to say something to Mike and then just says, “I’ll get my stuff.”
Mike escorts ass hole boy into the men’s dressing room.
I get back to my work out.
