Well, idiots are like Windows service packs. New versions are released every day.
After 5PM at @ihub, we always like to assume it is free-for-all parking at the basement.
So, yesterday I decided to do a late shift and parked at a corner parking mostly reserved for an Assurance company with a small office called Invesco.
For some reason, iHub [who takes 1/4 of first floor, half of third floor and half of fourth floor] have only 3 parkings while a small mickey-mouse Invesco that takes only 1/9th of the third floor have the most parking [over 18 slots] at Bishop Magua, despite having an office smaller than Pete’s Coffee, and they have a notoriety for being very bullish about their slots.
There were over 20 Free parking slots since it was after work, I parked at the closest one. Unbeknownst to me, someone was watching me, waiting with a hard-on for me to park at an Invesco slot.
After finishing work at 10, I found some idiot having parked me in and left. Of all the 20+ paring lots free, he chose to park me in. “Huyu anaitwa Ben wa invesco. Wanafanyaga hivyo. Na anarudi Monday”. So I took a cab home.
Today, I have gone to the invesco office to ask for solution. I asked for the keys to move the car and remove mine, but all efforts to resolve this issue peacefully has been met by a security guard with the attitude of a campus fresher, and a receptionist who thinks Invesco is just secondary to nipples in hardness.
At 11am, I will call in some boys form Kibera to lift the car ndio nitoke. Ama a breakdown. I am allergic to human stupidity. More on this later.
Achana na hiyo story. Tuongee juu ya Idoh Adera.
After kutoka iHub nikiwa nimejam kama thika road, nikaenda Debonairs na maboys kujibonda. So tukadiscuss story mob na the topic of Idoh came up. A true success story. The story of a boy who grew up in the ghetto, refused to let the hard life lure him into crime and decided to be a Flash Developer. A truly inspirational story. Idoh did most of the heavy-lifting in the Ma3Racer game that won PivotEast. Idoh is a true Kenyan Idol.
A story to show that no matter where you are from. You can make it as a coder/developer if you have the discipline and the focus.
I have a friend who told me a story about how he used to wait for people in Matatus and then snatch their phones and run. “Niko alive today and coding with you, Salim, because of ya hii mbio yangu. Hiyo ndio ilikuwa job 4 years ago.”, he says, deep into reminiscent mode.
Ofcourse, the pizzas kept flowing in and on the 4th, I was giving them a lecture on positive attraction.
“God/Allah/Buddha/Shiva etc wants you to be happy.”, I started by stating.
“If all you care about ni rent, pesa kiasi ya rave and credo, totalling 40k, SOMEHOW, you will always get the 40k at and of the month.”, I said.
“But if you raise your ambitions to e.g. get a car, start dressing better and earning more, the universe will align itself to make that possible for you.”, I continued. “Bigger contracts will start coming. Better projects will fall at your feet. So, we all fail and succeed based on HOW BADLY we want to. The world is fair.”
I could see the deep thought and the nodding told me we were communicating.
OMG. Muendo huyo! Blog imeisha.
Back to code.