Watt's Up Musings of an original geek

I’ve been working with a programming system that was written by another group within my company. For the last two days I’ve tried to make the system do something for a demo. Late yesterday my partner and I realized that the system just wouldn’t do what we wanted it to do. We postulated how the system should be changed. But unfortunately I don’t have access to the source code. Yet all the code is written in Java and one of its strengths (or weaknesses) is that you can decompile it. This means that you can reconstruct pseudo source code from the compiled computer readable code (for Java this called a .class file). So I went to work today and I decompiled the appropriate code, made the necessary changes, tried them out, and it worked. So sometimes when you think you can’t do something, you really can. Now understand this is only a temporary fix, if I want it to be permanent I’ve got to convince the original owners to accept what I did.

Just an update. I’ve had other things to do at work, and I’ve not had the chance to get back to that awful job I talked about before. Awwww, too bad. However, those other jobs are almost done, so I’m preparing myself for the inevitable. In the next day or two I’ll have to start on it. Pray for me that I might find my way through the darkness of boredum and misuse.

After I graduated from high school I went to the local state employment office to get a job. This was the pre-computer, pre-Internet days. They looked through their listings and pulled a slip from the files and handed it to me. The slip was for a job at Pat’s Hot Dog stand on Sheridan and Parker a few miles from my house. At Pat’s I did what they told me. This included just about anything dealing with the stand. I’d stock rolls. I’d mix condiments (have you ever seen a 50 gallon drum of mustard that was warm to the touch – an exothermic reaction). I’d clean the johns (after this filthy job I’d somehow feel cleaner, don’t ask me why). I’d take orders and run the cash register (note: I didn’t like the pressure of making change – this was in the day when the registers were mechanical and didn’t display the amount to give the customer in return). I’d put condiments on dogs and put them in serving boxes/trays. And most importantly I’d cook dogs.

Now you have to understand that this was a charcoal-fired grill and there’d be 20-40 dogs lined up on the thing. We’d use a pair of long-handled forks to manhandle the dogs on the grill. The tines of the forks were sharpened on the outside edges like a knife. To make the dogs cook faster especially the insides we’d hack at the dogs with our forks to break the casing, but not enough to cut them in half. During each evening that I worked I got dinner as part of the job. You’d think that I would never want to look at another hot dog after that job. But no, I truly came to love those hot dogs especially with mustard and a dill pickle (the only way to eat a hot dog in my humble opinion). I worked there through the summer. When I finally left to go to college, I never returned to that job, but I learned to cook a mean hot dog.

To this day I hand cut all my dog’s casing to speed cooking and to create a tasty crunchy outside. My family thinks I’m crazy to do this, but actually I’m a professional hot dog chef and I just want them to know how to do it right.

[Footnote: Pat’s is no longer in business. Recently when I was in Buffalo, we ate lunch at Ted’s, Pat’s rival, which had a stand across the street from the Pat’s where I had worked. Their Sahlens hot dogs are great too, and watching the whole operation brought back these memories.]

I’ve always wondered why I didn’t have a large number of friends. I’ve always wanted them. As I was growing up I’d have one or two friends, but I wasn’t in the popular crowd. I’ve assumed that it was me, that something was wrong with me. Finally one day in college I came to the realization that I should just accept myself that I’m a loner. And from that day on I was OK with it and myself. I knew that I’d be by myself and if I had anything or anyone more than that then I’d be happier. Since then I’ve not been alone. I’ve been so fortunate to have a loving wife who is my best friend. Then I’ve also had three great children, which although they can’t be friends, they have filled my time with endless enjoyment. I had expected that as they grew up they would attract a gaggle of other kids, but that’s not what happened. Our home was generally quiet – genetically my children are like me and they had one or two friends. Now things are changing, things are getting even quieter. Again I’m lonely, and that’s my problem. Bottom line, I just have to accept that I entered the world by myself and I’ll be leaving it the same way. And with that I’ll be OK.

While in Buffalo I took a picture of my father in his studio. He’s working on a watercolor of a building called “RiverWalk” from a trip he and Ruth took to Virginia to visit Laurie, Ruth’s daughter.

For the last few day’s my wife, Kathy, and I have been in Buffalo, NY. We stayed at my Dad and Ruth’s home. On Sunday Dad, Kathy and I attended a memorial service for Kathy’s Uncle Rye who passed away about two months ago. Kathy’s mother, and sister drove up to attend the service. Kathy’s aunt and all of her cousins were also there. It was held at the Empire State College where he worked, and many co-workers attended. At the service, Kathy’s cousins spoke very eloquently about their father with both sadness and humor on his unique life and his effect on them. As I listened all I could think about was that when the time comes for me to do the same I don’t think I could do it with the style and grace that they exhibited. Although the occasion was a sad reminder of our family’s loss, it was also a time to reconnect. I enjoyed talking to everyone, but it was over all too soon.

We’ll be travelling to Buffalo, NY, so the blog will not be updated for a few days.

I had a discussion with my manager today about this awful job that I’ve been assigned. He basically told me to keep working on it regardless. In other words, I’ve been overruled. Remember he’s the boss, so I have to listen and do what he says. So I will, and he allows me to mix in other things to make my life a bit more palatable. He asked that I spend up to 20 hours a week on it. I’m not looking forward to continuing it. I’m not looking forward to going to work each day, but I’ve got vacation from Thursday to Monday which I am looking forward to now more than ever.

I like hugging. But we’re not a super hugging family, however we also don’t abstain from hugging either. My wife and I snuggle and hug each day. Some days more than others. We might not hug each morning because we’re so busy getting ready for work. A hug after we both get home from work is especially nice and yummy. I’ve always hugged my children. After being separated for months, it’s so nice to hug them, tell them that I’ve missed them and that I love them. I don’t see my oldest son very much now so we don’t hug as often anymore but mentally we hug on the phone when we can. It’s not as good as the real thing, but it’ll do. My middle son is tall so that hugging him is unique. He bends down, surrounds you, and I have to hug him upward. My daughter is yet again different, she is a hug addict. I think that the octopus hug is her favorite where she hugs with arms and legs. Hugs help our emotional ties, and they also help our family ties. I like hugging.

Work was boring. I’m to develop course materials as a subject matter expert (SME) in an area that I am not an SME. It’s just a short course of 30-60 minutes, but anyone listening to the materials will realize that the author is not someone to be trusted. And I don’t have another professional who is committed to judge if what I’ve done is valid. Somehow I’ve got to get out of this task.