Last days at Rogers

After 2 years working for Rogers in Toronto, my last day will be June 30. It’ll be sad for me, as I found it a great place to work, but I’ve turned it into something positive by deciding to take the summer off.

We found out some time ago that the company is moving into the old Nortel office space in Brampton. And I live much too far away to consider commuting or driving each day. I wasn’t an employee (I worked on contract), so it’s likely I wouldn’t have been there an extremely long time anyway.

I have to admit I’ve really enjoyed working there. I was doing exactly what I like doing in IT, and there were some wonderful people there that I’m really going to miss.

Enough about that… I have the summer off! Yay! Now all I need is for the weather to co-operate. This June’s been far too cold for my taste. Bring on the hot summer days!

Michael’s first days of programming

Interesting conversations with Michael last week … he’s learning programming at school now, Visual Basic. He told us of his first program. Basically, just putting up a text field and a button. The conversation went something like this….

Michael: “The program is too hard to read. The lines go way off to the right and I can’t see it all – I have to scroll over”
Reid: “You can hit return anywhere. Just put an underscore at the end of the line and it’ll know it continues on the next line”
Michael: “The teacher said the G.U. I. …”
Me: “It’s pronounced gooey!”
Michael: “I had to declare a variable”
Me: “Was it called ‘foo’?”
Michael: “???”
Reid: “It comes from FUBAR, which stands for ‘f**ked up beyond all recognition’. Foo came from that, but it’s spelled f..oo..oo. So, was it a global variable?””
Michael: “???”
Reid: “Where did you declare it? Was it inside the button?”
Michael: “Yup”
Reid: “It wasn’t a global variable”
Michael: “I created a button, but when I tried to run the program, there was an error”
Me: Was it a syntax error?
Michael: “???”
Reid: “Where was the error?”
Michael: “It was so dumb. It lit up the button. It didn’t show me where the error really was. Turns out I spelled ‘integer’ wrong.”
Me to Reid: “Awww… he got his first syntax error. *Snif*”
Michael: “The program was so dumb. We had to calculate the cost of CD’s. You entered the number of CD’s and it told you how much everything would cost”
Me: “Huh? Didn’t you have to enter the cost, too? What did you do, hard code the cost?”
Michael: “???”
Me: “Where did it get the cost”
Michael: “In the button. You just had to multiply the number you entered by the cost.”
Me: “That’s hard coding.”
Reid: “He should save it in a database”
Me: “What are you talking about? It’s too early to start learning about databases”
Reid: “He could just save it in an array”
Me: “But that’s not a database!”
Reid: “Well, it’s a sort-of database. But in memory”
Me: “Oh, come on. That’s not a database! Blah, blah, blah…”
And off we go…

The next night…

Michael: “She’s making us declare a variable for a number that doesn’t change. I don’t get it. Why do I have to declare a variable??”
Luisa: “Don’t get hung up on the word ‘variable’. It doesn’t mean the number has to change. The program won’t know whether it has to change or not”
Michael: “But it doesn’t make sense!! It’s VARIABLE!”
Luisa: “You have to tell the program what kind of value it’s going to hold. Whether it changes or not doesn’t matter. They’ll probably make you change it later anyway. Hard coding something is BAD.”
Michael: Mumble, complain…
Reid: “Well, declare a constant then. Just say “const foo=bar””
Me: “Oh! Visual Basic DOES have a const?”
Reid: “Yep, just say “const”.”
Michael: “The whole thing is so dumb. I finish everything before everyone else and then I have to sit around.”
Me: “You got it easy. VB creates the button for you, there’s not much you have to do… back in MY day, no one created a button for you! You had to code everything from scratch…”
Reid: “Ya, line editing, waiting in line for a terminal, …”
Luisa: “Ha!! You think that’s bad… you know-it-alls in 149 HAD terminals! Some of us had to use punch cards! It was so loud I’m sure I lost some of my hearing!”
Off we go again…

We’re such nerds! (Well, not me. Just everyone else in my family, right?)

[I formatted it all as a table. Hopefully a bit easier to read – Reid]

Scared to death by Reid

How to be scared sh*tless by your husband, while he’s in California:

Saturday evening, I checked to see if Reid was online (using his Mac in the basement, as I usually do). We normally chat using Aim, and it said he was available. However, he didn’t seem to be there so I went back upstairs.

After 5 or 10 minutes, I thought I heard a man’s voice. I thought it was my imagination: only Ronnie and I are home, and the door’s locked. But then, I hear the man’s voice again… what the heck is going on??? Is someone in the house??? My heart thumped for a few minutes until I realized it sounded like Reid’s voice…

Then I realize what he’s done. He noticed I had tried to reach him, so he started a video chat session, signed on to the Mac remotely and accepted, then turned the volume way up and started yelling out to me. Sheesh. What a way to freak out your wife. Told Michael about it today. He seemed pretty amused by it.