Time for a little update re: the workgroup boys. I have spent many hours over the last week tweaking the team website and fixing a database issue from two projects ago. Apparently, I really do know how to make a page validate in xhtml because when they decided they were going to “fix” my coding “errors” they fucked everything up. They just couldn’t figure out why everything was stacked on the right side of the screen and why the hell NOTHING would validate.
That README.txt file must have somehow become invisible as neither one of my comrades seemed to know what the hell it was for. Guys, it’s instructions and explanations consisting of what the hell I did and what the hell you should do (very step-by-step).
My job for that project was to do the css and place the divs/containers where they needed to be as well as two informational pages (of pure crap). I did that and mailed it to my guys. They mailed back their version (which the melded together into some kind of mountain of shit) to ask me to PLEASE fix it. 2 hours before the project was due to be turned in.
Motherfucker.
I proceeded to go through and take out their added code (they were tweaking my shit, remember?) and fix it all. Then it was somehow my job to validate it. So I went ahead and re-coded their pages too. Except for the contact page. Dude, I am not a miracle worker. Shit, I’m not even a good coder. Anyway, all of the pages validated XHTML Strict1 except for the contact page. This was the page coded by the dude that was almost crying because I refused to use FrontPage for our project.
Anyway, the contact page was full of useless garbage that I just didn’t have the time to wade through. It had 18 or 19 errors on it and there was no way I was going through and fixing it. Fuck that. I’d already done 6 other pages and the CSS. Fuck it. We’d have to take our lumps with that one page. Dude was irritated, but oh-the-fuck-well. Maybe he should have taken a minute to LEARN THE FUCKING CODE.2
That project is over. Now we’re on another one. So I went back to assignment 5 and fixed out database (because I couldn’t figure it out the first time, which made it my problem). That’s fine. Except I really don’t feel like meeting with these guys (online) three days this week. They don’t want to be pressed. Fine, I understand that. And I shouldn’t even be bitching, but I really don’t like this class. I really don’t like the whole “But you’re a girl” thing that goes on and I really HATE that our professor never bothers to email me back (though she mails the guys. WTF are they saying to her?). I’m trying to be jolly and upbeat about all of this, really I am. But they are wearing me out.
Remember back in the good ol’ days of this class (the middle of January) when I was bitching because they didn’t take me seriously? Wasn’t that nice? Now I’m bitching because they’ve realized that I’m the bomb-diggity3 and they want me to fix it all. WTF? These poor saps can’t win for losing (my mother says that all the time and I have no idea what it means). I think I’m just annoyed because they thought they could fix my coding, fucked it up, and then I was supposed to fix it (I did).
This is exactly why I will never be a teacher, by the way. No patience. None. Not a drop. I should not be allowed to work with other people ever.
The end.
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You are indeed Da Bomb. If it was me, BTW, I’d have made sure there was a comment somewhere in the code that basically said “All this code was written by your name, “fixed” by those other guys, then original code placed back in and validated by me. I bet those guys would never find it.
It sucks that your teach is an idiot. However, I think you’re getting a lot out of this class. You’re learning really fast how the real world works and how you need to carry some people. On the plus side, most people you work for know who is carrying who so I bet you’ll go far in this biz.
You missy, are truly my hero. I miss you but can live with it because you are out in the world kicking major ASS! Do not let them pussies get you down. YOU ROCK.