Light years ago, in the mid eighties, I had a computer. Radio Shack, probably 64 bit (whatever that means). It ran programs in DOS, from floppy discs. It cost as much as computers still cost, or more, for whatever that’s worth.
My DOS expertise is limited to nothing; I used a lot of shareware. Our fledgling weaving business just began, and my favorites were an accounting program called Financial something or the other, and Lotus, the latter purloined. The accounting program worked for eleven months; to continue I needed to purchase the real program. For several years our business just had two November’s. We eventually bit the bullet and purchased the program that Financial something or the other morphed to, so I wasn't a complete pirate.
Another shareware was a game. A little cartoon character went from room to room in a castle, finding objects in order to carry on, or die trying. Eventually my sister got him through to the end, I never did.
Then there was the biorhythms shareware, tracking moods and powers according to date of birth. Nancy Regan probably is the only reason we even knew biorhythms existed. Eventually the disc wore out, so that was the end of that.
Biorhythms came to mind today, first time since 1980-something.
We had the meeting with the big quasi governmental organization whose accounting is currently making me nuts. We discussed their shortcomings. Like Rick Scott (the governor of Florida) they said nothing in a lot of words, but will get back to us with an answer, within a week.
I did have four other elected officials at the table with me, so when I worked in the “find another resource” threat they may have comprehended the depth of displeasure. Or not. This is government.
I almost didn't go to work today, spent the morning running errands and taking pictures. Shedding a blue funk, as it were. In the end I went; I had the PO Box keys with me, might as well check the mail and drop it off. And there on my desk, the road department payroll. I could not believe I am so disengaged with this job right now that for the first time in ten years I would miss a road department payroll.
On the way home I remembered biorhythms, and wondered if mine were scraping the bottom. I found a free program and plugged mine in. To paraphrase Ricky to Lucy, this doesn't splain anything.
See? On top of the world. OK, like the little guy in the castle, I can do it.