alt Hacker News> But since I retired a few years ago it was clearly not LLMs that precipitated the decline of my enjoyment of the profession. Instead it was the slow erosion of agency and responsibility that did that.
I've been working on a contract for a large corp. They asked me to design a piece of software over 6 months which I delivered on time and worked great — by the time we had to ship into PROD, the whole thing was canned unceremoniously.
Luckily they liked my work so much they moved me to another greenfield project. Worked on it for a year, had to invent novel solutions which I'm pretty proud of, and we shipped into prod last Autumn. I haven't heard a peep from anyone, whether the thing is working and by masterful skill of mine it hasn't crashed yet, or if no one is using it and it was just another bullshit job.
All this work, good pay, and nothing to show for it. Not even a pat in the back. I'm just a well-oiled cog in an unfathomable machine. I wonder if my career has any meaning at all. Recently they've asked me to deliver a feature for yesterday because of bad planning on their part, and when I mentioned how long it'll take, they've half-jokingly suggested to use LLMs so I can ship it in half the time to make their arbitrary deadline.
Joke's on them, in less than 6 months I'm out. 20 years as a software engineer, 15 as a contractor, and all I feel when I get at my desk is existential dread. There is just no pleasure at it, that I'd rather risk poverty but feel like my actions and efforts have tangible effects on the physical world.
Was producing more mediocre code ever the problem? This all feels like a Kafkian fever dream.
I remember arriving at Apple Park to meet a friend/coworker a few years before I retired. Sitting there enjoying the food by one of the huge, curved glass walls, he was distractedly focused on one of the gardeners that Apple employs. This man was out in the center part of Apple Park trimming a plant or something similar.
It was clear that my friend was looking on somewhat enviously and when I asked, he admitted as much.
And I knew too immediately the draw. Before I was old enough for "gainful employment" there was a neighbor who hired my sister and I (I think I was 11, my sister 10) to ride along with him and his kids (our neighborhood friends) and help with his lawn services business.
I know. But this was the 1970's, a small working-class neighborhood in a Kansas suburb… And he paid us by the hour, helped load/unload the lawn mowers. We'd get a free lunch at a "Wiley's" fast-food hamburger joint.
But despite the physical labor of pushing a lawn mower all over someone's yard, there was a curious sense of satisfaction that came from having arrived at a tatty, overgrown lawn but then leaving it looking neat, tidy. It is the usual "sense of accomplishment" that physical labor often metes out that is often more elusive in the white-collar world.
To be sure there's no arguing about the differences in pay—I'm talking strictly about a sense of job satisfaction. (And, over the course of my three decade career as a programmer, the closest to that had been early on when I had full ownership of the code.)