Who moved my bliss?

Far too many years ago, as a young computer enthusiast I thought to myself that it must be wonderful to be paid to write programs. After all, I wrote them at home, for myself, for free, so the idea that someone would pay me to do that for them seemed somehow magical to this teenager. So I diligently applied myself to the art of creating computer programs, got a degree and headed for the big city to ply my new trade.

Ah, yes, the optimism of youth. Silly me! There is no joy in corporate software development. None. Not even a little bit. The reasons for this are numerous, but a couple of recent blog posts highlight a few of the reasons nicely:

I don't understand computers is not an excuse

and

I quit my job today

I'm sure I'll get around to listing a few more here in the coming days, especially after my experience with our company architect yesterday. My last few dregs of remaining hope for Corporate America pretty much shriveled up and died on Friday afternoon.