Gino still with us..

In a daring move to get finally rid of Gino, I gave him the practically impossible task of improving my own made Java multi platform installer. For months and months, he pretended to be working on the stuff, while actually as usual spending his days in the toilets and the chatting with Olive Oyl, one of our new lady “workers”, who is so desperate for distraction that will talk even to Gino.

All the managers of the company were complaining about this total waste of company’s money, and I was confirming all the time what a disaster Gino is; all this took us long breaks over cappuccinos and homemade pastries.

So when we finally released the new installer in hundreds of downloads, I started collecting statistics of the successful installations (as our software unshamingly calls home like all commercial software does), in order to show the disaster and get Gino immediately fired. But for still obscure circumstances, actually the share of successful installations has improved dramatically. So I had to hide and alter data, and keep a quiet, low profile about Gino and all that “time wasted” talk.

Will need another reason… .

Gino Vs. Motorbike round one

Sorry I didn't post for a while, the level of mobbing has been so high that even going to the toilet was a luxury.

Three days ago I had to go to a customer, in town, so Polyglot told me:"I’ll lend you my scooter!": that seemed fine.

When I went to Polyglot to get the scooter keys, he started describing a list of starting procedures for the scooter, some of them quite absurd, between mythology and sci-fi, but I know that man so I wasn't scared, at least then...

I went out of the office, and recognized immediately the vehicle: ok it wasn't new, actually the dirtiest bike I've seen in year, but that bag with old shoes on the saddle, what did it mean?? After some discussion with Polyglot that was telling me to throw it away in the first trash box I saw, I convinced him that it was his responsibility...

Got rid of the Dadaist shoes, I tried to start the bike with the electric start, but it was broken, ok, no problem, I went with the kick starter. Man!!
It just didn't want to start: I kick started many motorbikes, even 4 strokes cross motorbikes, but Polyglot’s scooter no way!! So I returned in the office and told him the facts. He watched me and seemed to think, then suddenly:"AHAHA, I must be without gas!!". So to get to the customer ActionGirl (our secretary) called a taxi for me...