What jobs do you guys have?
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Since no-one actually answered the op's question, here's my answers:
1. Senior Software Developer for a global printing/packaging/artwork/repro company
2. Currently writing a suite of plug-ins for Adobe Illustrator on the Mac.
3. Yes, love it.
1. Senior Software Developer for a global printing/packaging/artwork/repro company
2. Currently writing a suite of plug-ins for Adobe Illustrator on the Mac.
3. Yes, love it.
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1. Sr. Business Systems Analyst for a Hospitality company.
2. Manage a team of developers, qa analysts, product analysts, and at times a dba :(. Responsible for requirements management and documentation, application development & integration, testing, & implementation of all business systems be it Oracle 10g/E-Bus Suite, SQL Server, C++, C#, .Net, and several propriety systems my team has stitched together to keep things afloat over the past 6 months...
3. It has its moments... as long as I'm not attempting to get a prehistoric system that uses .DBFs to work!!!
2. Manage a team of developers, qa analysts, product analysts, and at times a dba :(. Responsible for requirements management and documentation, application development & integration, testing, & implementation of all business systems be it Oracle 10g/E-Bus Suite, SQL Server, C++, C#, .Net, and several propriety systems my team has stitched together to keep things afloat over the past 6 months...
3. It has its moments... as long as I'm not attempting to get a prehistoric system that uses .DBFs to work!!!
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I'm here.
1:What is the current programming job you have?
My Job title, Software Developer and Network Administrator. Software wise I work in the Research and Development department (the only programmer).
2:What do you do in it?
That is a hard one to answer, anything that is required. I've worked on real-time embedded projects up to server stuff. Usually fully life-cycle, analysis, design, testing, maintenance...A small proportion of my time is acutely writing code.
3:Do you enjoy it?
Somedays I love it, somedays I don't. Most of the time I'm to busy to notice the difference.
1:What is the current programming job you have?
My Job title, Software Developer and Network Administrator. Software wise I work in the Research and Development department (the only programmer).
2:What do you do in it?
That is a hard one to answer, anything that is required. I've worked on real-time embedded projects up to server stuff. Usually fully life-cycle, analysis, design, testing, maintenance...A small proportion of my time is acutely writing code.
3:Do you enjoy it?
Somedays I love it, somedays I don't. Most of the time I'm to busy to notice the difference.
My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald's and Burger King, every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonald's and Burger King, every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
| Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit. |
Do you? For real? I mean are you really into that detective shit?
Other than the sad story of your co-workers, damn your job should be fun. :D
Oh, yeah, absolutely.
Let me tell you about the van. We didn't have much money so the only one we could afford belonged to some hippies who of course painted it in this god awful color scheme. We still had some money left, but it wasn't enough to redo the entire paint job, so we just named it and painted the name on the side. Everyone who sees us drive by thinks they've somehow woken up in the sixties. At least we don't have to take the keys with us. No one in their right mind would ever think to steal that pile or trash.
Here's a picture of it: http://yfrog.com/1743945396j
Let me tell you about the van. We didn't have much money so the only one we could afford belonged to some hippies who of course painted it in this god awful color scheme. We still had some money left, but it wasn't enough to redo the entire paint job, so we just named it and painted the name on the side. Everyone who sees us drive by thinks they've somehow woken up in the sixties. At least we don't have to take the keys with us. No one in their right mind would ever think to steal that pile or trash.
Here's a picture of it: http://yfrog.com/1743945396j
That was predictable from here:
, but still pretty funny.
I just got a Saturday job in McDonalds actually. I was cooking some burgers when my manager came in. He started shouting this unintelligible stuff at me. I told him "I don't understand, can you write it down?" and he grabbed a chair, stood on it, and suddenly, to my surprise, he did the mash, he did the monster mash, the monster mash; it was a graveyard smash. He did the mash, it caught on in a flash, he did the mash, he did the monster mash.
| First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. |
I just got a Saturday job in McDonalds actually. I was cooking some burgers when my manager came in. He started shouting this unintelligible stuff at me. I told him "I don't understand, can you write it down?" and he grabbed a chair, stood on it, and suddenly, to my surprise, he did the mash, he did the monster mash, the monster mash; it was a graveyard smash. He did the mash, it caught on in a flash, he did the mash, he did the monster mash.
| Everyone who sees us drive by thinks they've somehow woken up in the sixties. At least we don't have to take the keys with us. No one in their right mind would ever think to steal that pile or trash. |
LMAO
Ah, I knew it. Yeah dude, I am big fan of Scooby-Doo myself.
Great story ! :D
Funny enough helios.... that sounds pretty close to my work environment lol. Except I fired the stoner a week ago.
| Huh? Seriously? I didn't figure it out until the very last sentence. |
Probably it's because my friend told me something similar before. But he started with Shaggy, then Velma, and then Daphne, and he had forgotten part of it.
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