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The Worst Development Job You've Ever Had?

manavendra asks: "I'm currently working for a solution provider for telcos, and as part of product migration the entire API has to be 'internationalized'. Owing to a legacy architecture, most (if not all) application logic is still embedded in PL/SQL stored packages. My job: find hard coded strings, and replace with calls to the globalization API. Yes there is a script written to handle most tasks, but its quite primitive (not to mention fears of automating 'too much'). Boredom is at all time high. Have tried all means of whittling away the time, and hence this question to other Slashdot users: What's the worst ever job you had to do in the name of 'software development' (or as a software developer)?"

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  1. I know I should learn not to... by zastard · · Score: 0, Flamebait

    but generally i expect more from slashdot readers. I don't expect them to be any more compassionate than the next 'guy', but i do expect them to be more critical. Not critical as in "hey ugly, your breath stinks", but critical as in, "let's take conventional ideas about what it means to work in the sex industry and let's actually think about them". I don't see any of that going on here.

    The reality of what you are talking about is far more complex than girl + fucked up life + booze/pills/hooking = stripper. This is the story that is told in our society and it exists in our collective unconscious. It's a handy myth, because it serves a purpose. It allows men to believe that the stripper he is paying to lap-dance him is already messed up and therefor somehow deserves to be treated like a whore. Ultimately this serves the stripper because she needs to get paid just like everybody else. The myth fails to serve the woman-as-stripper though, because the reality of each woman's situation is blanked out within this framework.

    Besides the fact that making sweeping generalizations about an entire class of people is sloppy thinking.

    -isaac

    i don't have a sig, i swear.