Return from Gemenc. Nothing after 10th of this week, just a few comments in GenerAll, which don't mean much to me now - what was the problem and how did I solve it and what was I trying to do in the first place, what to achieve... That water is long past the bridge.
It's possible that this was the week when we went to buy some stuff, though I don't know why did we have to be there, it was hardware. Perhaps Mihály wanted to parade us in front of his business partners, to show the international team working under his roof, us so hairy (except Vanji) and bearded (except Ileš, who also didn't overdo the hair). Don't know who was there apart from Mihály and Vilmos, I guess Joška and I. Once we went to Székesfehérvár (the capital white city, aka Alba Iulia), don't know what for, and once to Buda, to Belt road (Üllői út or some such, which sounded weird at frst, then even weirder when I learned what it means, and then got weirder 26 years later when I was reading Krleža's „Flags“ and found a part of the story happened in that street; nowadays I see there's a village Üllő where it leads to... well, Belt was the translation I got that day), visiting some suppliers for who knows what. Whether this was intended to get the two of us used to glamour, or what... The house was old nobleman's villa or some such, inside all glitter, marble, steel, glass, guys in white shirts and black trousers, chicks in dopičnjaks, licked up... aha, this is nineties, and we're in the seventies, was that the message? Well screw that, why didn't find some such smoothly shaven and spruced up guys to write your code, why us instead? Vanji actually did travel part of the way in that direction, he was learning capitalism live, on the spot, stealing tricks how to implement that at home. So did I, but not from the same book, not the same street. He (as the afterthoughts find out) saw to becoming a boss, a director. I was looking into keeping my programmers satisfied and how not to become a training center.
This is when Mihály acquired some combined planners, időbank (time bank, literally), which was supposed to raise our efficiency don't know how immensely, so we'd stick to deadlines etc etc. It was a sizable heap of paper and rules on what to write where and when... I simply refused to take one. The planners and wallets never survived more than a couple of days in my hands, and won't begin now either, and such a coach which should turn me into... something else, thanks but no, thanks, I've refused such things before. My goal is not to achieve some unimaginable efficiency with your methods, I want to become an old mocker in my trade, and I'm well on my way, you won't divert me.
Vanji took to the toy with both hands, and I've seen him in the following years neatly entering and updating notes on what and how and where and when. Okay, there are those that fit into that. And it's not that I never made notes and reminders - but that'd be one sheet of paper by the keyboard, where I'd write a daily checklist, and on any longer project there'd be one text file with the notes (years later institutionalized as the.log). Joška also accepted one, lasted a few months until he started forgetting it and eventually stopped carrying it altogether.