{"id":2617,"date":"2009-09-22T16:28:05","date_gmt":"2009-09-22T21:28:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bobbeaty.com\/wp\/?p=2617"},"modified":"2009-09-23T10:42:27","modified_gmt":"2009-09-23T15:42:27","slug":"theres-nothing-quite-like-being-kicked-while-youre-down","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bobbeaty.com\/wp\/archives\/2617","title":{"rendered":"There’s Nothing Quite Like Being Kicked While You’re Down"},"content":{"rendered":"

Today was one of those days that, I believe, defines what kind of person you are. Are you a person that can knuckle down and do what's needed even though every fiber of your being is screaming<\/em> that it's the wrong thing to do? Where is the individual<\/em> and the team<\/em> defined in your mind? How much can the team<\/em> request as sacrifice from the individual<\/em>? It's interesting questions because we all think<\/em><\/strong> we know where we sit on the questions, but it's really when push comes to shove that we learn where we really<\/strong> sit.<\/p>\n

Today I thought I was done with a very distasteful bit of coding. To call it a 'bit' is to call Lake Michigan a 'pond'. It was a week of 11-hour days of the most intense, horriffic coding that I've done in a very long time. But, like ripping a band-aid off, once it was done, I could move on to nicer things.<\/p>\n

Yet, as soon as I was done I got several requests from folks \"...yeah, I wasn't right on that, it needs to be like this<\/em>...\" and \"Great! Now add this<\/em>\". In the end, I received in a 4 hour period enough work to keep me busy for the rest of this week, and possibly into the next.<\/p>\n

To add to this insult, some of the requests were for changes in the Flex client part of the project. While I've done some<\/em> Flex coding, it's nothing like what I needed to do the request, and I said so. The original author that handed me this project said \"Sure, it's doable\". I wanted to scream at him then and there: Shut up unless you are going to do the change!<\/em><\/strong> But I didn't. I'm already too \"gruff\" for the office.<\/p>\n

So I'm back at the bottom. It was as if all the work didn't matter - worse<\/em> it was because<\/strong> of all the work that I got more. I wanted to sit and cry - or maybe just plain leave. I had been telling management that this system was a pain to work in... like it taking more than 5,000 lines of java code to add less than a dozen fields to the system... it's a monster<\/strong> and it's not getting any easier to work with given all the additions.<\/p>\n

So to hear that I had effectively brought down more work in this horrible project upon myself was simply more than I could bear. I was more than a little angry at the original developer who, like Pilot, had washed his hands of his horrible incarnation. If only...<\/p>\n

Anyway, I had a bunch more work to do, so laying it out in my notes, I dug in and started working. What I found was that the requests had generated a ton<\/strong> of new work. Amazing. They think these things are \"simple\", or \"easy\", and in a good system, they would be, but this isn't a good system. It's not even \"reasonable.\" It's crummy - and that's being kind.<\/p>\n

So, now I'm down... then I'm kicked... and it's not getting any better anytime soon. I still need to do all this work, and then I'm sure there's going to be add-ons after that. In a very real sense, I've learned that my skills are like anything of value: a double-edged sword, and I'm feeling the cuts very deeply today.<\/p>\n

Because I can<\/strong> do this, I'm told to<\/strong> do this.<\/p>\n

Regardless of my warnings, advice, professional judgement... none of that matters because a few days of my time is considered insignificant<\/em> and the results fantastic<\/em>. Who cares if I want to scream every minute of every hour while I'm doing it?<\/p>\n

Gotta love the \"bottom line\".<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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