Wednesday, August 19, 2015

The New Boss

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As more students trickled from the Business College to the associated accredited College, the flow of students on Saturdays to catch-up on classwork also dwindled. After the spring quarter of Nineteen Eighty-Six, the weekend office staff decided they weren't really needed any more and gave me the spare set of keys and showed me how to open the doors, turn off the alarm system and turn on the lights for Saturdays, and the opposite routine for the end of the day eight hours later. From June onward it was just me as the only paid presence at the school on Saturdays, I was even more my own boss.
When I had started as the Computer Monitor & Tutor I had a high of six students filter into the computer room during the day who needed to catch-up and would sometimes ask for help. The majority of my time, after performing morning backups, I would sit at the teacher's desk and use his control terminal to explore the TI-990 computer system until I had learned every corner I could, then see what types of things I could code with it. By this Spring, I had exhausted that line of interest and was back to either writing code into notebooks for when I'd get back home to my new IBM PC clone, or combing through printouts of recent PC code in search of logic bugs and chances for improvement. By this summer quarter, I'd be lucky if I had two students come in during the course of the day needing to use the computer, and rarely needing my help at all.
When there were other staff members on site, I would take a quick break to pickup some mid-day junk food but as the only one I now had to get everything on the way to the College to keep me busy for the next eight hours. When the only one there, I'd roam the single floor building and peek into classrooms I had once had classes in and remember a brief highlight or two. By the end of the summer quarter, I started to bring in my stories to proof read & edit in the computer room as there wasn't enough people around to notice it wasn't computer related.
Then one Saturday in August I opened the building and walked to the office in my thirty second time period to type in the alarm code to disarm it and... It didn't work. I tried again, no luck and the alarm went off. What do you do? I opened up the closet where the main alarm system was stored, and found a company contact number emblazoned on the box and called, letting them know of the problem and it being a false alarm. They said they'd send someone out to disable the alarm and, while it blared, I went to the computer room to get the morning backups started, then returned to the office to wait. I decided to call the Headmaster's phone number and let him know, but was only able to leave a message on his answering machine. His was the only number I had to call if there was a problem.
About a half hour later the alarm company rep showed up and asked me what had happened, I told him and he checked the system and couldn't figure out why the alarm code hadn't worked. As he opened-up the guts of the system two police officers arrived and wanted to know what was going on, I told them and they asked for my Employee Identification to prove that I worked here. The school had never issued one so we brainstormed how I could prove I had a right to be there. We came up with me showing them I had the keys that could lock the door and unlock it again as well as the classrooms. They felt that was good enough as the alarm company rep was there as well and finally got the alarm stopped after about an hour of it sounding continuously. The rep had it reset to its initial state and I needed to type in the code I wanted for it to be ready for rearming at the end of the day, I used the only code I had ever been told and once the rep left, I called the Headmaster's phone number again and left a message that the problem was resolved and the code reset. That was my only excitement of the day and was otherwise alone as no students showed up.
The following Monday I was called by the Headmaster to come back to the school after I finished with my grocery store hours. When I arrived he explained to me that he had decided to change the alarm code the previous Friday evening and had forgotten that I needed to know it. He had once again reset the code and he told me what it now was... And he then disappeared a few of days later. After the first days passed, the office staff called the out-of-state owner of the Business College about it and they sent someone to temporarily head the place. From that out of state office, they were able to provide the home address of the Headmaster and some of the office staff went there to find no answer at the door. Only when the temporary guy arrived were the police contacted and a 'wellness check' performed, with the police breaking down the door of the Headmaster's house to find that he had been on a full drunk bender for the week and the out-of-state owner decided to permanently replace him by September.
My Saturdays were back to being what they were. By this point the Business College had discontinued daytime computer classes after discontinuing the nighttime ones the year prior. Now the only use for the TI-990 was for the 'Computerized Accounting' courses still held and given that I'd coded-up a great new interface for that the previous winter, there was no need for those students to come in on Saturdays and catch-up. I started to bring in my Dungeons & Dragons books and formulate my next games for the Friday evening group. I had continued to try and recapture the great D&D feeling from my final high school year once I had moved to Colorado and my most recent attempt was a Friday evening group, the one evening I didn't have classes to be at. I had rounded-up about four people to play, but it was limping along and soon one of the four left...
Even though there were no students coming into the school to use the computer, some still arrived to drop-off necessary paperwork at the office or to pick up blank forms. But this just made for brief greetings as they were soon gone, if I heard them at all while in the computer room. I was called in by the new Headmistress of the school the Monday after one Fall weekend and when I arrived I was chewed-out because a keyboard in one of the rooms at the far end of the building had been broken. At my blank expression the Headmistress explained that it must have happened during Saturday as those using the room hadn't noticed it broken before the weekend and what did I know about it? Nothing. She felt I should be held responsible for it but I pointed out that, while I did roam the building a couple of times during my Saturdays, that my assigned place was the computer room and my job to monitor it, not the other rooms. As the broken keyboard was at the other end of the building I didn't see what I could have done about it. This lead to some grumpy considerations during the week and then I was told that I was to now check the halls first thing Saturday morning to make sure all the other doors were closed & locked. I agreed.
By the end of the fall quarter, they decided to skip having 'Computerized Accounting' for the coming winter quarter and I decided I wasn't really needed anymore. Over the course of the year, despite getting my headaches under control, I had continued to lose more weight and finally even my stamina was giving out; I could use another true day off just to rest-up for my night classes and effectively full-time grocery store job. I went to the Headmistress to let her know that I'd be leaving with the end of the year, that I'd spend my last weekend ensuring the system could run fine without me and recommended that they have one of the accredited college computer monitors come by from time to time to perform backups and be on call if other problems arose. But if needed, I'd always be happy to come in if a problem came up and they couldn't get someone else.
She accepted this and, frankly, I doubt she had seen much reason for having the campus open on the weekends at all once she had taken over. After my last weekend, I turned in my keys the following Monday and took one last walk through the building, partially filled with its daytime students, and reflected on my having started here as a student three years earlier, and this being my first regular job in Colorado since I had moved here. Where once I thought I had no chance of a post high school degree, this College had told me otherwise and provided me a glimpse of my future.
I left, never to hear from them again and never returning on my own.




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