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Group Work !==Fun.

March 18, 2008 | No Comments Posted

I officially HATE my goddamned mobots group. They come to me this morning, complaining that the code I spent two weeks writing doesn't work... I shrug, and ask them what happened when they tested it. It'd never been run before in it's entirety, so I knew there were glitches.


The robot goes crazy when we try to start it, they said.

How so? I ask. Bit more information would be helpful.
 

Well, it didn't make the first turn right the first time we ran it, the say. Just spinned around. It went wild the second time we ran it, and only got worse each time we tried to fix it.

I get worried...really worried. Fix it, they'd said. These people who know as much about coding as I know about interpersonal relationships...i.e. fuck all. I'm no genius programmer meself, but I got the bloody thing done, and had put a hell of a lot of effort into doing so.

 
 Well, can I see the code then? I say., a quiver of nervousness rising up my throat.


It appears on screen... a grotesque mishmashed sea of random characters, and even randomer randoms. I read it, taking a few seconds to try and make heads or tails of it, sigh a little, then take a deep breath....

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!!?? I scream

There was a load of useless stuff, so we deleted it, they answer nonchalantly. A lot of stuff you just repeated.

Repeated?

Yeah, repeated. Like asking for functions and stuff you've already written earlier. We deleted all that excess crap. It's much smaller and faster now.
 

I blink. Did you backup? I ask


Why? the ask in return. This is better. Why bother saving the old version?

The sound I made, was something like a lemming getting squashed. A sort tooth-gritting of Grrrrkkk


How??!! How the fuck is this better? You deleted the MAIN function! I yell. And tha'ts not all I yelled. I point the muppets to the whole readme I'd done up, explaining just *why* I did everything the way I did it, *how* it all works together and how goddamned fucking stupid they were for not reading it before chaging things at random. No wonder it wouldn't make the turns if you deleted the bloody turning function. No wonder it wouldn't read the passenger if you removed thefunction call for that. It shouldn't have even run at all without the main function, but through some unknown sorcery, some 'wizard did it' magick it did. 


Well, you can fix it there easy enough, can't you? they ask, calm as anything.


Yes! I snap, but it'll take a bloody long time to do...


Well, you'd better get working, we'll be in the pub if you need us, they say.


I want them all dead. I want them shot. I want them hung. I want them roasted alive in a Brazen Bull. I want them to suffer for an enternity in  hell for it. I want to stab them in the back with the pencil on the desk. I want to smash the mobot  over their  fucking heads for messing and meddling with things I put so much effort into. I want to rape their fucking mothers and murder their fathers for it.


But I'm too bloody hungover to give a shit and actually *do* anything... I just sigh, and get to work.  Thank fuck for having my own backup, I tell myself. Even if it is out of date by a bit.


I hope the bastard's pints are flat.

My hair is falling out now. University Group work is so much fun

-Dartz