Victory. Is. Mine.

OK, as a Relational Database Management System, LibreOffice Base sucks.

And it ties up resources so I cannot use the other features to get work done.

So I told the Client that I would migrate the whole mess to MySQL at no charge.  The reason for that was because I am unfamiliar with the program (I know SQL, but not the little ways of MySQL.)  Three days later, I have set up my first production MySQL database.  What a project.  That said, I will remember how to do it for the rest of my life and can add knowledge of MySQL to my resume.

A couple of takeaways here.

First, you CAN teach an old dog (particularly this old dog) new tricks.  I feel I have done my part to bust the Silicon Valley Myth that anyone over 25 is unable to adapt to new realities.  Millenials who are taking their parents advice (or is that grandparents) to never trust (or hire) anyone over 30 should take note.  But I don't think they will.

Second, my housemate thought I sounded like a white guy when I mentioned why I was soooo happy.  Umm, since when was figuring out computer stuff a white only thing?  I started my career in insurance in the IT shop, and lived and breathed SQL and Visual Basic for seven years.  During this time I got my CPCU and one of my IT colleagues said, "You do realize you can basically write your own ticket and live life on your own terms."

Then again, Rick got it right one day at the doctor, when he remarked, "I have no idea what he does to earn a living," whilst at Stage 4 of dementia.

I chuckled and mentioned to the doctor, "Actually no one has a clue as to what I do for a living," and told him of some of the projects I was involved in.

Finally, "I Will Survive," should be my theme song.  I managed to get this thing done even though I started one notch above zilch.  I have also manage to make it since my parents told me, "You are a sick pervert.  Leave and don't ever come back," at age 22.

Which means that today I asked G-d for the ability to forgive my mother, or that the wounds heal with the passage of time.

Yes, Mother's Day was a rough one for me.  But not as rough as the one Rick went through when Precious Sister called his Mom an  alcoholic after she put her order in to go to a restaurant where she could have a glass of wine with lunch.  According to Rick's blow by blow, both him and his mother were upset over that one, and they went out to salvage the day.

Maybe we need a happier story.  The Mother's Day after his mom died was fun.  We went to church, and afterwards went out to lunch and enjoyed seeing the day celebrated the SF way.  Gay guys taking their moms out, and kids of Lesbian moms doing the same thing.

Of course, I washed that one down with a Greyhound.