i was fucking
tired last night.
18 hr coding was enough for a day.
too tired to take public transportation.
so, decided to take a
taxi to get home.
this is some conversation held
the driver and
me when we were stuck in the late night traffic jam.
he: 'so, what do you do for living?'
me: 'computer related thing.'
he: 'like what? like a
programmer?'
me: 'yap. i think i am.'
he: 'what language do you program in?'
he looked like rather a
tired and
down-and-out man.
so, i didn't expect him to ask about my job/particuler language i use.
me: '
java. almost all the time.'
he: 'hmm... i used to work as a programmer as well.'
he: 'i programmed in
cobol at that time.'
everything moves on in a
rapid pace these days.
donno, some decades ago,
cobol was flushy technology in this field.
you know what, i was fucking
scared.
he, the driver, was a programmer.
technology developed too rapid for him/anybody. then
he ends up driving a
cab. i'm not looking down taxi drivers or anything, but
that's not what i wanna do after this...
i was too scared to ask him why exactly he ended up being a
taxi driver.
'cause i can see why.
will i follow his path??
hope not, but i don't know.