First, the statement is, I am a programmer. However, the scope of the program is very wide, in the IT boundaries, in addition to the management personnel, it can be called programmers. I have a definition of myself should be a CODER, just write code. I have no purpose of writing these words, nor does it represent anyone's idea, just feeling.
In the past two years, I have been doing a project, from the VB prototype to C #, the middle has passed numerous changes until now. Old Collar said, "We are doing industry software, the user's babysitter." My own feelings are not only babysitters, but also a life that lives in the old society. First of all, the user doesn't have a demand. I can only develop a prototype according to my own skin understanding of the business. At this time, the user saw the system, and I started to have some ideas, so I started to change, when I finally finished, the user The idea has changed, so, after the change, there is a year and a half years in the past two years to spend repeated changes, and now it is still changing. The most sad thing is that the entire development is not managed. There is no project manager. Only departmental manager is full, but the old husband does not have any software project management experience, any request, no matter whether it is reasonable, then promise, then throw us And the requirements for time are very tight. I just changed my code until my face is nothing wrong. We strive to improve your quality of life, but my current quality of life is less than five years ago, there is no weekend, no entertainment, only have endless overtime and work.
The boss cares about the company's so-called profit, customers care about the products you bought, the manager cares about his performance, then who cares about our programmer? there has never been.
Spring is here, but my impression of spring is just memories. It is three in the morning, in the mirror of the toilet, I see myself in the mirror: messy hair, glasses filled with blood silk eyes, pale face and curved body, can not help but cry.
Then, I wrote these words, I can't enjoy the spring for the window, and I can't enjoy the spring, and my past youth time.
