There was a time when I had a very good, high paying job and was in the prime of my life. Things were pretty good, and I knew I couldn't complain about it.
Still, I complained about it. It wasn't that the money wasn't good. I wasn't that the job was boring, or not challenging. It was very high tech, recognizing objects with computer vision, searching through mountains of text for patterns of concepts, ,etc.
It wasn't that -- it was the damn marketing people. I don't know what they teach those guys in college but it doesn't have anything to do with science or logic. It has to do with lying and believing your own lies, and trying to force other people to believe them. They are a lot like terrorists in that way.
Anyhow, it was my undoing. I couldn't make their lies come true, I told them so, and refused to play any further such marketing or management games. They could reorganize themselves into oblivion for all I cared.
Now, about a decade later, I'm much older and less fired up about things. I don't make so much money, and I have to work on whatever jobs come my way, and sometimes when it rains it pours.
So things are good again, at least for a while. The only problem is that I have to work on too many things for my onset of frail hands and misfiring heart. But, I'm not going to argue with marketing people anymore. They can believe what they want. If I have to, I'll just pretend that I believe it too.
Still, I complained about it. It wasn't that the money wasn't good. I wasn't that the job was boring, or not challenging. It was very high tech, recognizing objects with computer vision, searching through mountains of text for patterns of concepts, ,etc.
It wasn't that -- it was the damn marketing people. I don't know what they teach those guys in college but it doesn't have anything to do with science or logic. It has to do with lying and believing your own lies, and trying to force other people to believe them. They are a lot like terrorists in that way.
Anyhow, it was my undoing. I couldn't make their lies come true, I told them so, and refused to play any further such marketing or management games. They could reorganize themselves into oblivion for all I cared.
Now, about a decade later, I'm much older and less fired up about things. I don't make so much money, and I have to work on whatever jobs come my way, and sometimes when it rains it pours.
So things are good again, at least for a while. The only problem is that I have to work on too many things for my onset of frail hands and misfiring heart. But, I'm not going to argue with marketing people anymore. They can believe what they want. If I have to, I'll just pretend that I believe it too.
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