The Beatle’s Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band begins:
It was twenty years ago today,
Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play
They’ve been going in and out of style
But they’re guaranteed to raise a smile.
It occurred to me this morning that this summer is the twentieth anniversary of my first job in the software industry. My father finagled a summer job for me with the local hospital in their IT department. I’m pretty certain they didn’t really need me, but they did pay me to write software. I doubt it was very good software, after all I was only 16. But there probably weren’t more than a handful of people in the area who were capable of hand-tuning algorithms in assembly.
We’re deep in the throws of releasing a new product. And I’m the guy building the user interface. While that’s fun, our rather over-ambitious schedule — delivering frozen code by 11 November — means I’ve had to crank out massive UI goodness in minimal time.
This includes a complete framework for building user interfaces in our product — which otherwise has no visible front-end. Just a little challenging.
As a result, I haven’t had time for pleasantries: calling friends, being nice to my pregnant wife, and taking poor, long suffering Augustus for walks.
Thank gods the weekend is coming. Augustus will get his walk after all!
That’s what I’d like to know. Anna seems to think that merely telling everyone who reads our Web site (both of you) that I’m bribing her to write constitutes writing…
I’m not so certain I agree with that. But as I didn’t clarify my offer, I suppose I’ll have to live with it this week.
Next week is a different story…
