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- By Wil Moore III
- published by showerthought publishing
I'm calling it right now. 2024-03-11; in ISO8601 format no less. They say in sports, you aren't the man unless you call your win ahead of time. This is about as ahead of time as my confidence will allow me to call it from.
I was laid-off a week ago, as many experienced software engineers have been during this time. I wasn't too worried, because, I had been studying my ass off ahead of the layoff; for two reasons:
- Anybody can get laid-off; I'm not special. I'm a fairly average software engineer. This shit is hard, I'm not a genious, and there are a ton of other things I like doing outside of software engineering.
- I was already tired of building someone else's dream and getting yelled at in the process when shit isn't done fast enough. I thought slave days were over.
I can still recall the phrase playing over and over in my head: "Just fucking get it done". I haven't forgotten. I'm not even mad though. I get it. Shit has to get done. It's my own fault that I got talked to like that. I put myself in that situation. Instead of betting on myself a long time ago, I got a stupid fucking job. I knew that should would run it's course eventually. I hate people telling me what to do. You can call it what you want, but, nobody tells me what to do and when to do it. I've taken it WAY longer than I'm built for.
I could have done this a long time ago. I'm going to become wealthy; building my own products and services. If I am unable to do it now, in 2024, then, what good am I anyway. This is absolutely the best time in history to be building a business. Why have I been wasting my time building things for someone else to get wealthy, while they pay me middle-class salary. No thanks. I'd done the middle-class thing my entire life. Time to level up.