I've heard more people than I care say; I do not understand, how you put yourself in such dangerous situations and turn out right time and time again.
Its almost the feeling of frustration I can hear coming from them - where you know the entire rest of the company is telling people ... it is not me that knows everything about the company, and the plans, and the future, and the design.
And yet, people that want to think I'm crazy accidentally admit they do not understand how I can be so right when I sound so wrong... as time plays out... in one way or another.
Regardless - I don't need to feel better knowing I know something works - its more watching people battle with how to compliment me, when they are just confused by the things they hear.
politics; it never sounds like a compliment - simply someone trying to understand who is telling the truth about what.
I told you - this company will not exist without me - and so it was. I wished with all my heart I did not know this fact, and I tried my very best to alleviate the problem - but it was an impossibly complex issue of deliverables, training, and timelines... and 20 years and millions of lines of code.
In the case of some companies - the developers were a tool, to force to listen and obey - not an interactive dialog about how best to accomplish goals.
How time changes... people's understanding... of how to make a company successful and profitable.
It cannot be written down; it is something you must walk into and know ... you see it and know.
All that said; your compliments do not make me feel better, and your insults just make me lose respect from their ignorance - I am rather unaffected ... other than I'd prefer support building things, not resistance - especially from feckless, pointless company employees.
The better you do - the more people will bring you problems to solve - and those problems will be solved; but you will only mostly hear all the ways in which it does not work, until all the functionality is online and tested and working. Its a long painful process... and the only reward is looking at something you know only a few people on earth can make... and tomorrow you will be asked to do it again ... because it needs to be done fast, and it needs to be done well... and you only ask me if we can't get someone else to do it.
Who cares if other people think they did it, or think I didn't do it - these things do not matter to me; although I'd not walk up into my face and insult me, and not expect me to say something - something that may shock and humble you... rather than anything else.
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