Nocturnalism
I feel like I've been unconcious for most of the last week. I've spent every night working until at least 6am, and then got into bed to 'rest', and found myself getting up about ten hours later. After that there's not really much to do but eat dinner and wait for 'bedtime' to come round again so I can get back to work. Since I'd been told to work at home for Friday, and knew what I should be getting on with, I thought I'd apply it to the week as well. I kept to four hours a day, and the program I was working on is finished so I'll give Darius a call tomorrow morning. Now there's some proof of the productivity of C# and .net - an invoicing and stock control system, with customer accounts and various statistical reports using a MySQL back-end, in about twenty-eight hours total. Reliable, too; the language is strongly-typed so the chance of having made any serious data-handling errors is low, and in the event that there are any bugs in it, .net will give me a nice report of what went wrong, in which file, on which line, and how execution got there.
My only problem for 'delivering' this program though, is that my laptop's power is now completely dead. The stress of being pushed and pulled about every time it got stuck was finally too much, and the metal connections inside the jack broke, leaving the wire hanging by little more than a bit of rubber casing. So, I had to break it off completely, and pull the tube out with a pair of pliers. I could really do without having to buy a new one, but what choice do I have? I need my laptop. Unfotunately, it seems I still won't be getting a replacement until February - I chose the cheapest supplier I could find (which still wann't cheap, damn expensive laptop parts), but they won't have stock of that item for several weeks, apparemtly. This is even though their site claimed they had two or three in stock at the time of my order, but they did display a notice saying they couldn't guarentee I'd get one of those allocated to me at such low levels. I just tried pressing CTRL+I to get italics. Oh dear.
In between writing CaliStock, I've been trying to give time to my other projects. Oh Tux I've got too many things going on at once, but I'll manage them somehow. The new foodsystem has been separated into two pieces; CaliHQ3 as the interface, but data cache and it's many functions for query and working with orders and the menu are in their own class library - the theory being that it's 'easy' to write a new interface for new clients if we feel like it, but not have to disentangle the operational code first. It also has other advantages; since it's all contained withing the XVII.FoodSharp namespace in a single class called FoodSharpSystem, I could declare multiple instances of this, and technically have an interface that could connect to multiple databases at once. The database class is also implemented through an virtual interface, allowing the use of different database 'drivers'. I'm only writing a MySQL one for now, but I think one that uses a local Microsoft Access database would be useful for demonstration purposes, when there's no network available - easier for a customer to install an MDB file than to try and install a MySQL server and populate it correctly.
I've also been writing. I intended a long time ago now to write my dæmon related thoughts in terms of how and why it became important to me, what happened after that, and how it is now. It's a long story though, spanning about four years, and I've no idea if anybody actually cares, but I want to document it anyway. I like recording things, because I forget too easily. I was making progress on my diary too, until the laptop's power supply broke - I can't be sure of enough privacy using my desktop. I really can't bear the thought of anybody seeing what I write, but it seems to emit some mystical glow that begs people to try and read it. Two people have managed it too, and I hate the thought - not least because they had no right, but because it isn't fair; if you read up to a fixed point, it's incomplete. My diary isn't finished, and I do not want to be judged upon my past.
My hope was to go to bed a little earlier tonight in some attempt to push my sleeping pattern back in the direction of normality, but I don't think it'll be successful. I just need to make sure I get up by 1pm, which will be a challenge. This is interesting though.
I'm beginning to think that I might talk to Shanna about twenty more times before she moves here permenantly, maybe less. I won't go on about why, I've done that enough to her and to everyone else. You all know what I think by now.
Me: Hi
fucus2tan: nice cat
Me: Cat?
Me: Oh
Me: Thanks lol
fucus2tan: : ) um yeah so how r u today
Me: Err... pretty good. Not been up for long really
Me: How about you?
fucus2tan: ur oliver?
Me: Ashley
fucus2tan: oh
fucus2tan: and where is oliver
Me: There's noone called Oliver
Me: Oliver is my surname
fucus2tan: how nice
Me: Where'd you get that from anyway
fucus2tan: get what
Me: Oliver
fucus2tan: well its just a very old name and i was wondering if someone had it really
Me: Right...
fucus2tan: how sad u didnt : )
My only problem for 'delivering' this program though, is that my laptop's power is now completely dead. The stress of being pushed and pulled about every time it got stuck was finally too much, and the metal connections inside the jack broke, leaving the wire hanging by little more than a bit of rubber casing. So, I had to break it off completely, and pull the tube out with a pair of pliers. I could really do without having to buy a new one, but what choice do I have? I need my laptop. Unfotunately, it seems I still won't be getting a replacement until February - I chose the cheapest supplier I could find (which still wann't cheap, damn expensive laptop parts), but they won't have stock of that item for several weeks, apparemtly. This is even though their site claimed they had two or three in stock at the time of my order, but they did display a notice saying they couldn't guarentee I'd get one of those allocated to me at such low levels. I just tried pressing CTRL+I to get italics. Oh dear.
In between writing CaliStock, I've been trying to give time to my other projects. Oh Tux I've got too many things going on at once, but I'll manage them somehow. The new foodsystem has been separated into two pieces; CaliHQ3 as the interface, but data cache and it's many functions for query and working with orders and the menu are in their own class library - the theory being that it's 'easy' to write a new interface for new clients if we feel like it, but not have to disentangle the operational code first. It also has other advantages; since it's all contained withing the XVII.FoodSharp namespace in a single class called FoodSharpSystem, I could declare multiple instances of this, and technically have an interface that could connect to multiple databases at once. The database class is also implemented through an virtual interface, allowing the use of different database 'drivers'. I'm only writing a MySQL one for now, but I think one that uses a local Microsoft Access database would be useful for demonstration purposes, when there's no network available - easier for a customer to install an MDB file than to try and install a MySQL server and populate it correctly.
I've also been writing. I intended a long time ago now to write my dæmon related thoughts in terms of how and why it became important to me, what happened after that, and how it is now. It's a long story though, spanning about four years, and I've no idea if anybody actually cares, but I want to document it anyway. I like recording things, because I forget too easily. I was making progress on my diary too, until the laptop's power supply broke - I can't be sure of enough privacy using my desktop. I really can't bear the thought of anybody seeing what I write, but it seems to emit some mystical glow that begs people to try and read it. Two people have managed it too, and I hate the thought - not least because they had no right, but because it isn't fair; if you read up to a fixed point, it's incomplete. My diary isn't finished, and I do not want to be judged upon my past.
My hope was to go to bed a little earlier tonight in some attempt to push my sleeping pattern back in the direction of normality, but I don't think it'll be successful. I just need to make sure I get up by 1pm, which will be a challenge. This is interesting though.
I'm beginning to think that I might talk to Shanna about twenty more times before she moves here permenantly, maybe less. I won't go on about why, I've done that enough to her and to everyone else. You all know what I think by now.
Me: Hi
fucus2tan: nice cat
Me: Cat?
Me: Oh
Me: Thanks lol
fucus2tan: : ) um yeah so how r u today
Me: Err... pretty good. Not been up for long really
Me: How about you?
fucus2tan: ur oliver?
Me: Ashley
fucus2tan: oh
fucus2tan: and where is oliver
Me: There's noone called Oliver
Me: Oliver is my surname
fucus2tan: how nice
Me: Where'd you get that from anyway
fucus2tan: get what
Me: Oliver
fucus2tan: well its just a very old name and i was wondering if someone had it really
Me: Right...
fucus2tan: how sad u didnt : )