You’re right. The other side of that is I did a little contract work for a company that is working on software for unmanned commercial flights.
Those guys actually made me feel better. They were all super smart, meticulous, and incredibly good at their jobs. It was the first environment I’ve ever been in where I felt like I could just barely keep up. I always felt one commit away from fucking things up. So I moseyed on down the road as soon as the thing I was contracted for was finished.
It was such a cool job and they offered me a permanent place. I just couldn’t feel behind every single day for the rest of my career until my system destroyed people’s lives.
I didn’t work on the FCC software, I wrote software to test the assembled FCC box, but the feeling was… Similar. I think it was a Moog product that went in an Embraer or the Chinese C919.
I had 150+ connectors, and they had to provide me values to send to every one of them, and then what to measure on every single output to make sure that there were no shorts, no opens, and no damage to a single component inside of it.
I had an interview to work on the platform of a weapon system, obviously would require clearance. I got the job. I went down to check out living possibilities, and while I was there, Saudis had bombed a bus full of kids. I figured out that I’d be working on and air to air missile, but the mere thought that I’d be attached to something delivering death sent me into a panick attack that forced me to decline the job. I now work on healthcare systems. It’s a fuckload nicer knowing I’m making people’s lives easier and and saving lives rather than risking them.
You’re right. The other side of that is I did a little contract work for a company that is working on software for unmanned commercial flights.
Those guys actually made me feel better. They were all super smart, meticulous, and incredibly good at their jobs. It was the first environment I’ve ever been in where I felt like I could just barely keep up. I always felt one commit away from fucking things up. So I moseyed on down the road as soon as the thing I was contracted for was finished.
It was such a cool job and they offered me a permanent place. I just couldn’t feel behind every single day for the rest of my career until my system destroyed people’s lives.
I didn’t work on the FCC software, I wrote software to test the assembled FCC box, but the feeling was… Similar. I think it was a Moog product that went in an Embraer or the Chinese C919.
I had 150+ connectors, and they had to provide me values to send to every one of them, and then what to measure on every single output to make sure that there were no shorts, no opens, and no damage to a single component inside of it.
I had an interview to work on the platform of a weapon system, obviously would require clearance. I got the job. I went down to check out living possibilities, and while I was there, Saudis had bombed a bus full of kids. I figured out that I’d be working on and air to air missile, but the mere thought that I’d be attached to something delivering death sent me into a panick attack that forced me to decline the job. I now work on healthcare systems. It’s a fuckload nicer knowing I’m making people’s lives easier and and saving lives rather than risking them.