Wallace and I are going to a free movie preview. “Vacancy”, a horror flick. (Brutal violence and terror, brief nudity and language, you know, like the Bible) Opens nationwide, let’s see, hmm, tomorrow. So it is barely a preview. Wallace reports the last movie he saw was “Jaws II” in 1980. The movie will be relaxing, although that is all we have been doing. To everyone – Wallace has been getting plenty of rest and relaxation, and I mean plenty. He’s met more people in the area than I have in a year simply sitting out on my patio.
Who remembers the “Hawaiian” guy I met on New Year’s last? The one who cut me off after playing one song. Wallace wanted a brew so I met him over at the Friendly Inn, and the Hawaiian guy was there, all three hundred pounds of him. I’ll make you a deal. Go over there and take one look at his devastating twenty-five-year old girlfriend, and you will instantly understand why I am nearly desperate to get into a real band.I had an exasperating day at the wig shop – because of computer procedures that had never been put in place. As predicted (six months ago), it is now a total hassle to dig information out of the flat files. That might be okay for some people, but I have had my fill of demeaning clerical work. There are some pieces of paper that have been pulled from the files ten or fifteen times each.
Another thing I dislike about that system is that it never ends. I prefer databases for that reason. You can get information without digging through file cabinets. Part of the difficulty here is that people expect information to fly out of the computer on demand, but forget that they specifically forbid me to put it in there in a format where that could happen.
Then, of course, we get that buffoon David with his schoolyard philosophy, “Why don’t we just go along and get the information as we need it?” What a retard! I don’t know what college he went to, but he should ask for his money back. Having to look up the same thing every time is precisely what is trying to be avoided, the numbskull. He actually thinks he is contributing around there where in fact he has been a burden since day one.
It is now costing a small fortune to gather the data together, it is essentially another manual system on computer. That is one of the most inefficient uses of the setup. My beef is that I am often told that since I am paid the same, to do this chasing around. It drives me batty to race against somebody else’s deadline because they never took my advice. There would be no deadline if it had been done my way, or at least a meaningful deadline and not a scramble for buried data. If you want somebody to go through your files and sift for information, hire a clerk. When you want it done right, hire me. That about sums up my work day.
Later, Wallace and I went to Oakwood Plaza for the movie. Um, maybe wait for the video on this one. The good points were that it was a fairly fast-paced for what you could film in an abandoned motel. The bad points were the clichés, the secret passages, the cheap face masks and the obligatory wasted ten percent of the film on divorce goop that contributes nothing to the plot, “George. Please don’t. It’s over between us.”
Mercifully, the company ran out of money before they could film the scene where the couple gets back together by realizing, from the ordeal, how much they needed each other. The terror scenes were all lifted out of old Hitchcock productions. Yes, there were trapdoors and windows with unbreakable glass. The movie would improve drastically if the “family” scenes were cut out for they are too obviously inserted to give even the stupidest people in the audience something to identify with that matches their attention span.
I could not figure out where the brief nudity [in the film rating] occurred. It is actually on a video they play on the motel room TV after they check in. Very brief. The plot is about a back-road motel that videotapes murdering the guests. Of course, the wife is the cool sensible type while the husband can’t read the map and gets them lost, how novel.
Wallace went to the dental specialist and got a stronger prescription. He qualifies for Medicaid and got the $125 prescription for $22.50, so much for the “high cost” of treatment here. This cancels our plans for visiting the SW coastline tomorrow, since he has yet another appointment. I will spend the later evening today re-learning how to create calculated fields using Access database. All I can say is that it is not intuitive because I forget how to do it if I leave it for a year.
I am still leery of creating these fields and reports because not that many people really need the information. For some reason unknown to me, Ruth wants me to share the database with the gronk. I do not understand why the marketing guy needs to know the costs. The prices yes, but the costs? This is an interesting social experiment, because every last time I’ve warned about trusting employees, the bad situation eventually came to pass. I still do not know what that guy does all day. Marketing? Really?
I truly enjoy database. The sheer challenge of doing it right is awesome. Anyone can create a database but it is hard to find anyone who can to it right. There are so many “human” forms of doing things that it is rare for a database to cover all the ground. A good example is house addresses. The most obvious fields are dead wrong and will mess you up. It took an hour to figure out that the compound key of each product is its product number, size, color and order number. Without all four, there is a chance of duplication. Don’t get me talking database or you will still be here by morning.
Pudding is now used toWallace being here. He will never be able to rest again. She is on the lap, off the lap, on the bed, off the bed, pat, pat, pat 24/7 and meowing of you don’t. What is that toy she bats around like she is the mighty hunter? It is one of those foam rubber balls you put over a microphone to prevent breath pops. When Wallace offered, she turned up her nose at a choice piece of ham. The Humane people have still not called back to schedule a time and until then, Pudding is a house cat. Here is her picture in front of my Ampeg bass speaker cabinet. She sheds.Return Home
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