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Confessions of a Documentation Martyr
In the Land of the Comment-less, the Man with the//is King.
It’s not unusual as a software engineer, labouring in the Grand Game of Software Engineering to think that you’re the only person actually doing any meaningful work.
It’s commonly accepted, of course, that management works against actual progress in so many ways it’s frightening to even contemplate them, let alone list them. Agile evangelists endlessly proselytise dangerous and time consuming obfuscating process. And Human Resources is ever present in the background making whatever let up there is from grindingly slow progress, frustration, and the wanting to self-defenestrate (that’s against company policy, apparently¹) into a suffocating theatre of performance related tasks that have zero meaning in the real world.
Insanity, of course, is always an option and sometimes I even doubt myself, that I’m the one that’s actually insane and not everyone around me — no doubt an interesting subject for a future article, or another written piece of script to glue onto the walls of my padded cell at some point in the future².
So, in the spirit of existentialism, and my fondness of Sartre, Nietzsche, and especially Camus, I continue to look for meaning in my work.
