November 7th, 2006
|02:15 pm - Voting faux pas|
I voted this afternoon during my lunchbreak. As I was hunched over, drawing my little connecting lines, somebody tapped my arm and loudly whispered, "psst! What'd you get for number seven?"
The room hadn't been particularly lively to begin with, but the whisper ground everything to freeze-frame pause. The volunteers were horrified. I looked over and saw a guy named Airk with whom I was partnered for several projects in the CICS class I took in 2001. I'm surprised he recognized me, since at that time I had long hair and a goatee, and I didn't spend much of that time hunched over and turned away from him.
Anyway, the ballot isn't numbered so there isn't actually a number seven, but that didn't make us any more popular with the staff, so we waited to talk until we were outside in the parking lot. Airk is working for one of those companies with a hyphenated name whose building I drive past without noticing every time I go to the West side. It's been less than an hour since I got back, and I can't even remember who he works for. He kept in better touch with our graduating class than I did, and informs me that everybody went on to maintain COBOL programs and VSAM databases for American Family Insurance, or they became DBAs and analysts for the UW system. Oh, and they're all apparently making a good twenty, thirty thousand dollars a year more than I am.
But I'm not bitter.
I'm sweet and tangy.
Current Mood: bored
Current Music: Tin Huey -- I Could Rule The World If I Could Only Get The Parts
You took a class on CICS? I am so so sorry.... Just be glad you're not doing that for work.
CICS looks difficult, but it's a cakewalk once you get the hang of it. I'm sure that I've lost all of it by now, though.
CICS is usually the class they use to weed out the people who just can't hack it (no pun intended), but my classmates and I went through a much worse trial by fire first. There'd been some cheating in one of our other classes during the previous semester, so they radically overhauled the cirriculum. The new requirements were so ridiculously difficult that out of the forty(ish) people who started that class, only nine of us passed. Of those nine, I was the only one not already working as a programmer. The rest all had experience via their jobs, just no credentials on paper.
I consider anything related to COBOL as legacy, and something I really don't want anything to do with. :-)
I wasn't saying it was difficult, just terribly boring. :-)
Ah. Well, I can't help what you personally may consider legacy, and I certainly won't defend COBOL, but I'll tell you what: when COBOL stops being the most widely-used third generation language in the world, I'll owe you a Coke.
But then, legacy isn't really my thing. I like working with startups using cutting edge technology. :-)
CICS may be a far cry from the bleeding edge, but I don't think you'll find many people who consider it legacy technology.
|Date:||November 7th, 2006 08:58 pm (UTC)|| |
Cast your vote for the real candidate...
Today I voted too, but it was a write-in ballot for a certain candidate for President of The Universe: CHARLES DOUGLAS!!!!!!! When I become president (the vote is just a formality, it is a done deal) I will make it mandatory to listen to my version of "She's An Angel" every single day, all day long, for all people and animals. Vote Charles Douglas!