Beer tastes good
Apr. 6th, 2006 01:46 pmI managed to keep my new "professional" demeanour for almost an hour after posting this morning. I made some changes to an application today and sent a link to the newly compiled executable to the project coordinator just after lunch. About 45 seconds after I'd sent him the link, he called and said that the program was stopping and giving him a puzzling error message on the second screen. As soon as he said that, I knew immediately what was wrong; I had forgotten to remove a hard terminate command from the program before re-compiling. I'd put it there so that I could test out some field validation in the first screen.
I kept him engaged in conversation while I removed the break and recompiled the code.
Me: Can you read off the error code to me when it stops?
Him: Ya, hang on while I run it again. (Sound of clicking, and then a critical stop sound.) It says (reads off the error code).
Me: (Quickly moving the re-compiled code over to the production directory.) Ah, well you're not clicking the "Execute" button hard enough.
Him: What do you mean?
Me: When you click the "Execute" button, press it harder. It's pressure sensitive.
Him: (Sound of clicking) ...
Me: Did it work?
Him: Yes, it worked that time. (A pause. Slightly recriminating tone.)
plonq, we can't be putting out a program that's pressure sensitive. We're going to have a hard enough time getting users to adapt to this program as it is.
Me: ...!
I'm so going to Hell.
I kept him engaged in conversation while I removed the break and recompiled the code.
Me: Can you read off the error code to me when it stops?
Him: Ya, hang on while I run it again. (Sound of clicking, and then a critical stop sound.) It says (reads off the error code).
Me: (Quickly moving the re-compiled code over to the production directory.) Ah, well you're not clicking the "Execute" button hard enough.
Him: What do you mean?
Me: When you click the "Execute" button, press it harder. It's pressure sensitive.
Him: (Sound of clicking) ...
Me: Did it work?
Him: Yes, it worked that time. (A pause. Slightly recriminating tone.)
Me: ...!
I'm so going to Hell.