I had an amazing and disturbing thought the other day. First, I must give you some background.
Work, work and work
As long as I can remember, I’ve always worked and worked hard. Before I was 14, I mowed lawns, shoveled driveways, delivered papers and various other hustles. As soon as I turned 14, I started at my first real job. All through high-school, I kept various part-time jobs. Over breaks, I’d get work through temp agencies or find seasonal jobs.
Same thing at college. I worked in the computer lab during school. On breaks, it was back to the temp agency. Some of the jobs were horrible.
I started my first real job even before I even finished my computer classes. I was studying mainframe programming and it was right before the year 2000, so demand for my new skills was crazy. Back then, if HR thought that a raccoon could write a line of code to help with the Y2K issue, I’m sure they would have been hired with a fat sign-on bonus. Actual raccoon code: Continue reading