Life with a programmer

Hi% username%. I propose to distract from solving problems and relax a bit after the first working day this week. The fact is that I have a wonderful girl (yeah, I brag), who writes good stories. But she writes them mainly for herself, “to the table”, because he has neither a blog nor LJ and is not published anywhere at all. And today I threw off a story I liked so much that I even asked for permission to publish it here. The topic is not new, but it is written in my opinion very well, I think the community will like it. So, impressions of a year of life with a programmer.

Life with a programmer

Everyone sat and thought how to begin her story. I wanted it to be moderately pathos, with a beautiful introduction (about the first computers, about the people who developed them, about the eternal topics described in the world of literature and cinema). But each option was stuck on the second or third line. Therefore, without further ado, I live with a programmer.
The topic is truly gracious. Already a lot of stories have been written about IT-employees, and about programmers in particular, every third bashorg quote is devoted to their work. And there’s Alex Exler’s wonderful novel, “Notes by the Bride of the Programmer,” which I laughed to tears. The main character’s thoughts were so similar to mine, and the dialogues between her and her future husband, that seemed to be partially written off from my life.

So what is so special in life with a programmer? It seems to be nothing. But gradually you begin to notice that instead of the bedside table you (notice, not with him, but with you) have a half-empty system unit. The most interesting thing is that you even manage to call it correctly, and not the processor. This, of course, took a month of constant corrections in the conversations, but who remembers this? There are wires everywhere, various pieces of iron. By the way, bedside tables still exist in the house, but only their wheels broke due to the severity of all this incomprehensible junk that mysteriously appears in the apartment. Of all the cables, I really want to weave a pigtail, wind it into a ball - in general, do anything to clear the space. I’ll soon act like Rapunzel. Let him go up to the ninth floor.

Forget about normal nicknames for your joint animals. Now they will all become Tsiski, Apaches, Tuxics, Javas, and the devil knows what other computer and software gods are. No, Marousse and Kesh will no longer be, a large arrogant Assembler will move around the room, obeying only the owner of such a stormy imagination. It seems that this does not apply to children, although there is still Star Wars, and there is Luke and Leia, and (I'm afraid to even write - Ida will come true). So I imagine how he would constantly say to his son: "Luke, I am your father." What if it would be a serious conversation? He will not hold out and will surely light up, completely destroying the educational moment!

In general, of course, everything is like everyone else.
Like any man, he requires logic from me. But if at least a hint of logic is enough for another, from which he can somehow get something reasonable, then this will not satisfy the programmer. He needs to consistently explain how you came to this conclusion. Preferably with diagrams, calculations or a simple code. Believe me, it is likely, although not necessary, that when living together, you somehow get to the stage where he opens a Hyper Text Markup Language tutorial in your browser and suggests that you try to understand what is written there. He will assure you that this is for your self-education, but in these words there will be only forty percent of the truth. In fact, this insidious creature wants to get rid of you for an hour to do more complex things, and you constantly distract him with conversations.

By the way, yes. Programmers are people who really love to work. Well, for the most part. They catch some buzz when they code. Even if something doesn’t work out for a long time, the beauty is that there comes a moment when they deliberately or miraculously find a solution to the problem. And they can share their joy when you already sleep peacefully at three in the morning.

How many articles and stories were sent to me for reading, in which the direct text read “PROGRAMMERS DON'T QUANTATE!”. After all, getting into the process is a long occupation, accompanied first by viewing a variety of portals, both humorous and news. I already realized that computer scientists were likened to their vital apparatus. This, to us, ordinary cavemen, it seems that the laptop does several things at once. But no, there is its own scheme, in which while one action is performed, the other is temporarily suspended. So is the brain of your home programmer. And if you, let Linux save you from this, you suddenly want to tell him something when he writes, then be silent, please go, chew something. I was lucky, my version is pretty patient. But after several such distractions, when it was necessary to unload the “work” process from the brain and download the “answer to another question” process, the above stories fell in my mail. They even argued with him, saying that I couldn’t spend ten minutes in silence. As a decent girl, I took offense at him for about twenty minutes. By the way, I already read the basic HTML tutorial and started learning CSS.

Besides the fact that programming is work, it can also be a rest. There is such a site as Habrahabr, and there are people who arrange gatherings for communication in real life. So, now I belong to people who periodically appear at such meetings. And here I am sitting among the habra-people and as if I found myself on another planet, where they speak strange words and numbers (honestly, I represent their conversations in the form of numbers). It becomes scary when you begin to understand individual phrases.

Remember, wrote about my bedside table? So this system unit was the beginning of a strong friendship between a programmer, a system administrator, an engineer and a humanist (guess who I am from this chain?). It happened so. My programmer wanted a system unit for himself, and somewhere he asked someone, to which he was answered: "Yes, come." And after several weeks of training on a Saturday autumn evening, we are going through Moscow to pick up this iron. I’m not the worst driver, well I really hope so, but I’ve hardly traveled long distances, and I’m afraid of new routes like fire. We arrived with the navigator pretty quickly. All the way, we thought that we were going to pick up a sistemnik from a boy of sixteen who lives with his parents. The generally accepted currency in this area is beer. A sixteen-year-old boy may be happy, but his parents obviously will not approve. By the way as it later turned out, on the other side of the tube they thought that the phrase: “We are going” implies a father and a son. With all my imagination, I don’t look like dad. As a result, from both ends of the cellular communication were young couples. While our boys were poking around in their pieces of iron, my future girlfriend and I sat in the kitchen and drank tea with charlotte, looking for something in common in our lives. It turned out that sysadmins perform similar miracles as programmers do. Having stayed with them until one in the morning and made a repeated trip to the nearest store for common currency and juice (I’m the responsible driver), we decided that we could go to our place and play a second game in Diablo. Well, let's go. We sat until the morning. And after all this, they began to be friends, which is incredibly happy. I don’t look like dad. As a result, from both ends of the cellular communication were young couples. While our boys were poking around in their pieces of iron, my future girlfriend and I sat in the kitchen and drank tea with charlotte, looking for something in common in our lives. It turned out that sysadmins perform similar miracles as programmers do. Having stayed with them until one in the morning and made a repeated trip to the nearest store for common currency and juice (I’m the responsible driver), we decided that we could go to our place and play a second game in Diablo. Well, let's go. We sat until the morning. And after all this, they began to be friends, which is incredibly happy. I don’t look like dad. As a result, from both ends of the cellular communication were young couples. While our boys were poking around in their pieces of iron, my future girlfriend and I sat in the kitchen and drank tea with charlotte, looking for something in common in our lives. It turned out that sysadmins perform similar miracles as programmers do. Having stayed with them until one in the morning and made a repeated trip to the nearest store for common currency and juice (I’m the responsible driver), we decided that we could go to our place and play a second game in Diablo. Well, let's go. We sat until the morning. And after all this, they began to be friends, which is incredibly happy. that sysadmins do miracles like programmers do. Having stayed with them until one in the morning and made a repeated trip to the nearest store for common currency and juice (I’m the responsible driver), we decided that we could go to our place and play a second game in Diablo. Well, let's go. We sat until the morning. And after all this, they began to be friends, which is incredibly happy. that sysadmins do miracles like programmers do. Having stayed with them until one in the morning and made a repeated trip to the nearest store for common currency and juice (I’m the responsible driver), we decided that we could go to our place and play a second game in Diablo. Well, let's go. We sat until the morning. And after all this, they began to be friends, which is incredibly happy.

As for Diablo II, and indeed all games. Previously, I never played, did not drag out the process, however, and now too. But I think the guys will appreciate, although not all, I went through this game on a normal basis. My home programmer said that I can be proud of it.

In general, my life is rich and fun. And I honestly admit to you, I am very glad that I live with a programmer. Even despite the fact that instead of a nightstand I have a system unit, and the fact that my hairdryer will work for several hours in cold mode, blowing the video card while it will configure the server. All these are trifles; the main thing is to learn how to circumvent computer parts placed in a chaotic manner on the floor. And there will be happiness and whole fingers.

Author: D. Visekanets , all the karmic advantages to her.

UPD Started a blog. Link above.