Another day, another not-getting-my-money from Conectiva.

This morn­ing, sud­den­ly the lawyer seemed not to re­mem­ber any­thing about the bonus I had agreed a month ago in lieu of hav­ing to close the op­er­a­tions. Ug­ly sit­u­a­tion.

But I did get a check!

But of course the ver­min known as Conec­ti­va's le­gal rep­re­sen­ta­tive could not give it to me be­fore the banks closed.

Now, to­mor­row morn­ing, I will try to cash it (I have about 18 fin­gers crossed right now, on­ly two left for typ­ing, so for­give any mis­spellings).

The weird thing is that this rather mi­nor 24 hour nig­gle was enough to erase any good­will I had left to­wards Conec­ti­va[1].

The prod­uct is nice. Right now, af­ter the quite ug­ly meet­ing with the lawyer[2], how­ev­er, I will not touch any­thing re­lat­ed to the com­pa­ny with a ten foot pole, and I sug­gest any read­ers do the same thing. Or at least, don't get in­volved with them in any busi­ness: us­ing the soft­ware is usu­al­ly not enough to cause you headaches.

[1]I would mut­ter about camels and back­s, about cups and drop­s, about oth­er small and stur­dy analo­gies if I had a small­er dis­like for cliche.

[2] Who dared call me con­flic­tive, when they are 28 days late to pay my freak­ing sal­lary, not to men­tion the sev­er­ance! I may be con­flic­tive: the be­hav­iour of the com­pa­ny he rep­re­sents and him­self can be de­scribed by "in­com­pe­tent || malev­o­len­t". I will take the easy way and claim he is about as com­pe­tent as the av­er­age es­ki­mo is com­pe­tent at sur­f.