{"id":1805,"date":"2013-03-21T16:02:00","date_gmt":"2013-03-21T15:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kosma.pl\/diaries\/2013\/03\/21\/downgrade\/"},"modified":"2016-03-08T07:33:36","modified_gmt":"2016-03-08T06:33:36","slug":"downgrade","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kosma.pl\/diaries\/2013\/03\/21\/downgrade\/","title":{"rendered":"Downgrade"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Note: this post was written more than a week ago and forgotten somewhere deep inside the drafts folder. I edited it before publishing, removing all the embarrassing details and leaving just the conclusion.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I noticed a pattern a few days ago and now I can&rsquo;t unsee it, so I&rsquo;m going to share it with you. The thing is about job quality. The first job in my career was like this (back in 2007):<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Position: one of the project fathers: admin, coder, hardware guy. You&rsquo;re a one-man orchestra when you&rsquo;re a founding father.<br \/>\u2028Employment: part-time (&frac14;), mostly remote (but with epic meetings from time to time).\u2028<br \/>Mode: Hardcore startup &#8211; we actually did build our first server in the garage (I have photos if you don&rsquo;t believe me).\u2028<br \/>People: Great people, lots of freedom, tons of experience.<br \/>\u2028Freedom: Choose whatever you think will work best.<br \/>\u2028Trust: It was fundamental to trust each other. We did review each other&rsquo;s work if it was essential from security point of view.\u2028<br \/>Extras: The only job I ever had that paid for business travels &#8211; I even visited Amsterdam once and the company rented a vehicle for me &#8211; it was a bicycle, of course, but bike is The Way to move around in Amsterdam.\u2028<br \/>Fame: It was 5 years ago and people still recognize me as that Kosma from that project.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>And there&rsquo;s the last one (don&rsquo;t cross-reference with LinkedIn or you&rsquo;ll come to completely wrong conclusions):<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Position: backend coder\/architect.\u2028<br \/>Employment: full-time, office.\u2028<br \/>Mode: Young company, yet with surprisingly strict approach to processes and procedures. Worked on one of many projects.\u2028<br \/>Freedom: Barely any. Consensus-based EVERYTHING. Mandatory code review procedures, annoying git branching model, work time tracking, no root access for developers.\u2028<br \/>Trust: each change was reviewed by three people. We had to send daily reports (scrum, anyone?).\u2028<br \/>People: I didn&rsquo;t bond with the team at all. They spent 8 hours a day staring at their screen, saying nothing.\u2028<br \/>Extras: quarterly bonuses.\u2028<br \/>Fame: Signed an NDA so I can&rsquo;t tell you anything about that project. I think I&rsquo;m allowed to mention the name.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Yeah.<\/p>\n<p>This change didn&rsquo;t happen from job to job; it was a gradual process of losing control, losing trust, becoming a sweatshop worker and earning more and more money I didn&rsquo;t really wanted to spend because I was so tired, bored, almost depressed.<\/p>\n<p>To make things clear: this is not the employers&rsquo; fault; the mistake is mine. Somewhere along the way I forgot what my priorities are. Chasing the stupid dream of earning more and more money, I betrayed my hacker ideals and sold myself &#8211; losing the integrity and becoming a whore.<\/p>\n<p>Where do I go from here? The answer is simple: back. Not to the same employers, obviously &#8211; you can&rsquo;t step back into the same river &#8211; but to the same kind of job: a place where your talent is put to the test via technological challenges, not via pleasing the management and passing Git hooks.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Note: this post was written more than a week ago and forgotten somewhere deep inside the drafts folder. I edited it before publishing, removing all the embarrassing details and leaving just the conclusion. I noticed a pattern a few days ago and now I can&rsquo;t unsee it, so I&rsquo;m going to share it with you. 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