Last night barely got access to my PC. Ever since I installed W95 I can't get close, children first. Lena manages to open twenty tasks (mostly solitaires) on these four megs (it was actually only two, this is a 386SX I inherited from DBA when we parted, but got the extra two from Szoftex). And it works extremely slow anyway, when solitaire is won and starts dropping cards, you can go make a coffee and when you return it's already dropping fours.
For booting W95 I inserted the sound from the „Ko to tamo peva“, voice of Pavle Vujisić saying „vozi, Miško“ (drive, Miško). Had no sound card then, the sound was made instead through the wee beeper on the motherboard, the hardware guys in Szoftex gave me the driver. Once I drove the kafeni with all the girls to the vineyard, and at the traffic lights by the nursery home, when I got the green, Lena said „vozi, Miško“. We all laughed, and she said „well I know that from Dos“. We laugh again and she corrects herself „I mean vindouz“. (... 60 words...)
Working on the special app for EnergoPro, the materials overview (also a catal6 searchbox) will have to be recursive, they have several levels of assembly. Finding out when to stop recursing will be a bitch, as usual.
It was not us who supplied computers to EnergoPro, because the owner already had a deal with one Zbuljajić, whom I know from somewhere (from sights only, he was in third gimnazija). Once we even met him there, so we sat oer a coffee - the owner, him, Vanji and I. Then the owner had time for only one sip when someone came with a problem on the production floor, so he went off to handle that and we stayed. Okay, we sit and wait, and then Zbuljajić dives into a story how they fuck him on his dayjob, they even moved him into a small room in the back, next to workshop and storehouse, doesn't even have a desk. He's some sort of IT chief there, but it seems that everyone knows he got the job because he's a member of JUL (which he didn't mention, but we knew), and I was actually happy to hear that there are healthy forces there to fight back. While his membership probably helped him sell a bunch of machines on his sidejob, well, it's now made clear that on the dayjob he's there only because they had to take him in. So let him suffer.
I recounted the story on sezam, omitting the names, even the place of his dayjob went only as „grand public enterprise“. Still the story reached him, and pissed him off tremendously. Luckily, didn't see him again in the next 20 years, and then from some distance. I didn't coerce him to spill the whole story, we took no solemn oath to keep it a secret, we didn't mix blood over it, you knew we're an opposition company and you're JUL. We've suffered business setbacks from the likes of you already (more in the following years) and now I should be a keeper of your secrets? Fuck off.