Sunday, April 17, 2005

Scheduled & Recurring Transfers

So after almost a year at the Bank, I am finally actually seeing some results for what I did!!! It's not available to the general public till the end of May, but all the associates who worked on this initiative are now getting to make use of the functionality for what is called a "pilot" (i.e. lets test with our own money before we let it loose on the general public). Being that quite a bit of the code that calculates the logic of the transfer details (number of payments, payment amounts, transaction dates, editing transfers) was done by me, I made sure to write down all the amounts in my account because, well.... yeah. So for all those of you who use online banking with Bank of America, go to the "Transfer Funds" tab in mid-may and you will now have the option to schedule a future-dated transfer, or create a recurring transfer. And if you have any problems or see any defects, you know who you can contact for immediate support... that would be moi. Oh, and I would appreciate it if you would not attempt to break my code.... by doing crazy things like skipping a transaction 1000 times... because the max size on the skip field is 3... if you do this it will trigger a piece of code that will suck all the funds out of your account and send them directly to me. :-)

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Cookie Dough

Something is terribly wrong with me. Not only am I updating my blog at 5:00 am (I just got off work at BAR and the time sprung forward an hour), but I am sitting here with a tub of cookie dough and a big spoon. So that whole eating right thing I mentioned in "402nd" place apparently isn't going over very well. I have some strange obsession with cookie dough. SAM's club sells huge tubs of it, already premade... dangerous. When we first moved in together, I got Madeha hooked on it also, and together, we finished 2 tubs of it in less than 2 months... definitely not good. I promised myself I wouldn't buy another tub of it, so why am I sitting here with a tub now? Damn coworker's-son's-boy-scout-troop. Popcorn is useless, and this was the only other thing worthwile on the menu. Somebody shoot me now.