11:25 a.m.

We're very haughty today.

We clearly feel that We have entirely mastered the entirety of the complexities of this position and that We are no longer in need of instruction.

We've gone so far as to wave Our Hand and dismiss my warning that coding logic jumps in a program is a lot easier to learn with me standing here explaining it to Us than it's going to be on Our own. (You don't know logic statements. You've said as much. Nothing about the sample logic statements I showed You did not make Your eyes bug out. You are going to be so sorry.)

When I came in this morning, She had taken my desk chair for Her own use at the training computer, reset the monitor on my computer to the, "yes, I am legally blind" setting, and changed the display settings to a neon-purple “large font” selection.

Not to be repetitive, but when She was asked if She could physically do this job, I’m thinking Bernie was entitled to know that She can’t see to read a computer monitor. (This woman is my age. What’s Her problem?)

And She scattered Her lunch dishes around the desktop. (Why did She have Her lunch out at 9:00 this morning? Why did She feel the top of the desk was the right place to store Her food until lunch time?) (Why did She even bring a lunch when Bernie said he was getting in lunch for us today?)

I get that She's tired of having me here. I get that She can't wait for me to leave so She can feel She’s in charge and free to do “work” instead of “training.” I do not get precisely how She thinks She is going to do the multitudes of tasks I’ve mentioned but have not yet gotten Her to sit and let me discuss. It’s possible She believes She is talented enough, or psychic enough, to figure these out on Her own, but…. Well, not my problem.

I get, and I giggle to think, that we now have two major control freaks sitting in this office and that I will be out of here before they start butting heads.

2:12 p.m.

She was sorry. When it came time to code the logic in the easy software program, She left Her chair and refused even to watch me do it. Granted, we did tell Her that PoodleBoy was an expert and could assist Her with coding jumps, but from what She has said, I’m thinking that She took that to mean that She can just send him any program that requires a jump and have him do it.

That ain’t gonna fly. Bernie isn’t going to pay for an outside contractor to do something that we have step-by-step instructions for doing. And he’s certainly not going to pay for it on every survey. (Maybe I’m being unfair. I took logic in college, and also programming in BASIC in the 70s. Maybe I underestimate how freaky it all looks to someone who has never done it?) (And yet, we have step by step instructions. Basically you type the exact code you are given, with your only edit being to replace “xx” with a two-digit screen number. It doesn’t get a lot simpler than that.)

And that was the easy software program. It was DOS-based. Now She’s working on the complicated software program. I tried to give Her an introduction to this one earlier in the week, but She said Bernie told Her She wouldn’t need to use it, so it was all I could do to keep Her listening to me for ten minutes as I did the briefest of overviews. And, yes, She’s paying for that, too, because Bernie always has a lot of big plans that don’t pan out and today She’s having to build a program in that software.

Also? The logic jumps in this one are coded completely differently than the ones in the other program. evilgrin

Actually, my standard whining aside, I’m in a pretty darned good mood today. It’s my LAST DAY! And I’m all full up with nice Chinese food. And it’s Friday. (My last Friday Here!) And the storm forecast for today has mutated from being a potentially lethal spring snowstorm to the threat of scattered rain showers and a high of 57 degrees.

5:00 p.m.

Free at last!