On seventeenth, another new...s? in unosc.prg, moved the update of status/message window into a separate procedure, which then gets called in certain places from the code generated by opisfmm4. This assured that the content of this window is actually respecting the current status of the input mask - new record, viewing existing, editing existing, with some difference between single and line input. This is generally when I think it began running smoothly. Not that it didn't work so far - it entered tens of thousands of records so far, both here and at home - it's when I think I made it finally robust and worry-free.
Back home via Horgoš. The new thing is that it's a thursday this time, because we had a new problem. Sloba invented a payment on each exit from the country, as if bail, a guarantee that we'll appear in the court, only it never got refunded. The amount wasn't too much, but paying it every monday would accumulate to a lot. So we rescheduled - we'd go home on thursdays and come back on monday evenings, and then work for ten days, until next thursday. Which was both better and worse - when we're home, we're there four whole days in one piece. But then the rest of the time, including that other weekend we're stuck alone in the office. That is, we weren't exactly obliged to work then, but what do we do, muck around and spend the money we need at home? Though, we did it from time to time, but it never amounted to more than a beer or two on a saturday evening, keeping company to each other, then... back to the office, we weren't sleepy yet. With the locals we didn't establish much of a contact, weren't trying to, we're the gastos, let's get the job done, take the money and go home. And they wouldn't need us, they have their friends and families. At least those weekends we were alone in the office, nobody around. Someone would drop by from time to time but wouldn't stay long, so we were free to work at ease. Which, if nothing else, suited me - at least GenerAll was developed on other's expense. Not that it cost us nothing - the business at home was slow to rise - but the development of the framework was financed by money we wouldn't be able to make otherwise. Which is exactly the problem of each software company, the software needs to be written first before it makes money, and while it's written, one needs to eat.
Our folks at home suffered more. As my dear said, it's not that the kids were a problem, they didn't cause trouble, it's that when you go home you have no adult to talk with. She once met Vanji's wife, and they commiserated at length, and concluded that "when he comes home, he's almost getting in the way" (his wife said so, not mine).
Did a lot on Acc157, finance and goods during the weekend, mostly the same reports got copied in multiple places - some orders, daily reports, statements, whatnots. Lots of work, it seems.
The version of catal6.prg which "uses no browse, but rather itself generates and later uses routines to display (@... SAY) the fields. the routines are generated so that they're easily edited; the window sizes are easily calculated from the widths tables".
A bunch of views generated for AnaViz, six of them in three minutes. catal6.prg hits pedal to the metal.
On 20th, started working on EnergoPro, or at least this is the date of the oldest file in their directory. Very specific company, and a special atmosphere. I'd mostly sit with their chief engineer and deliberate what to do and in which order. Their production had parts in recursive, or treelike layout - an asembly which was made today may be used next week as a part in a larger assembly. It went up to three levels so. In the following years I'll spend a lot of time there.
On 24th, one routine from PolC, which used to show/input the anamnesis in a separate window, gets generalized into edmemo.prg, which still exists, in this shape or other. It's actually still part of translation, where it's used for mulitline strings. So the GenerAll, at least in parts, is still alive, even though I don't use it at least 20 years.
The next day, tajp2.prg (copy to printer) undergoes some fix about paging, i.e. in the part where it prints a range of pages. This partial printing was introduced because the repords wouldn't be precise enough sometimes and the users didn't want all of that printed, or paper jammed or some other printer shit, so a part of it had to be sent to printed again. So it would print only the needed pages - those which went by while paper was jammed or we didn't notice that ink ribbon stalled.
Joška was loathe to speak hungarian, despite being a Hungarian. Said „I'm a Serb, sociologically“. I said „it's pronounced pathologically“. Ileš had the same problem, but he crossed that bridge early on or else no business ere - the hungarian as spoken in Čurda is pretty much like our southmoravan, anyon one heard speaking it is immediatelly pegged as an utter simpleton from cunt hills (which, statistically, can be the case), so he was simply ashamed to open [his] mouth. Having grown up in Čurda, his folks were gastarbajter, he was raised by his grandmother until age of six, speaking mostly hungarian then. Now not a word. Vanji and I kept pressing him, as it didn't make sense that I interpret for him, having less than half a year's experience with the language. And now returning from Gemenc, we took the hillside street, parallel with the main, as he wanted to buy something there. I remember that his father died then, or would soon, but not what he wanted to buy and whether it was related. And he kept trying to talk me into coming inside with him and doing de talk for him, but we were adamant and left him to fend alone. There he broke the ice and henceforth spoke hungarian fluently.
While he was inside, I watched the next shop window (or was it window shop? :), saw various synthesizers, more than half of which were winds, shaped as saxophones. Later I once heard how that sounded, and it was insane indeed, but nothing came of it - here, 30 years later, I have 26000 songs on playlist, and this instrument is nowhere. In the next shop I found nail cutter pliers, which I looked for quite a while. I managed with those small scissors and clippers, but it's all unwieldy. This was some biting steel, and it lasted for years (08-VI-2025.).
Couple of hours later, Vanji, Ula and I walked to lunch, and talking we arrived at late purchases, so I bragged about finding that „hoof cutter“, which Vanji translated as „potkó“, which I understood originates in our „potkovica“ (horseshoe). She laughed heartily to that.
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