The longer I am a programmer, the more I realize that I love my job because of the actual work I do. Period.
I love the idea that people are trying to get things done, but need a little help from me to get them the tools they need. I love discovering with them what they need and how to get it to them. I love all that data sitting on disks somewhere begging to be used. I love all that data outside of any computer begging to be put on disk. I love the idea that I am master of a little universe that I can see in a 19" square right in front of me. I love manipulating important things, both complex and simple, with just little flicks of my fingers. And most of all, I love seeing something that came from nothing work for the first time. I did that! (Happy dance)
Oddly, not much else matters...
I have worked in the most deploreable conditions at the most difficult times and hardly noticed when the work was good.
OTOH, I have worked in Class A office space with the nicest people and best conditions and was ready to jump out of the window from boredom or frustration.
Yes, the more I think about it the more I realize that it's the work that matters. If it's important enough and I'm allowed to do it, I don't need much else. If it's not, then there is no perfume could that make that pig smell good.
I didn't choose my profession based on cash, but now that I have realized the potential to make cash with my talents, it's become my primary motivation.
If you're not getting paid well, or in an environment which has a strong potential to pay you well in the future, what is the point?
There could be a point, like academic or helping people, etc., but a business? SMTM!
I don't like my job at all, am I supposed to? I've come to the realization having a job means turning your brain off in the morning, appearing productive during the day, and making the most of your evening when you get home.
I love the idea that people are trying to get things done, but need a little help from me to get them the tools they need. I love discovering with them what they need and how to get it to them. I love all that data sitting on disks somewhere begging to be used. I love all that data outside of any computer begging to be put on disk. I love the idea that I am master of a little universe that I can see in a 19" square right in front of me. I love manipulating important things, both complex and simple, with just little flicks of my fingers. And most of all, I love seeing something that came from nothing work for the first time. I did that! (Happy dance)
Oddly, not much else matters...
I have worked in the most deploreable conditions at the most difficult times and hardly noticed when the work was good.
OTOH, I have worked in Class A office space with the nicest people and best conditions and was ready to jump out of the window from boredom or frustration.
Yes, the more I think about it the more I realize that it's the work that matters. If it's important enough and I'm allowed to do it, I don't need much else. If it's not, then there is no perfume could that make that pig smell good.