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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)?"
Thank you and please pull to the first window for your total.
First Programmer
I always wanted a first post... take TWO!!!
first post generator
All of my worst have been ill-concieved college projects assigned by TAs, particularly ones that have little to nothing to do with the course. Augh, now I'm having flash-backs to buggy Nachos stuff for an OS course.
but no one ran it :(
A round of rohypnol for the house, barkeep!!!
I'll pass this along.
Attention All Planets of the Solar Federation
Attention All Planets of the Solar Federation
We Have Assumed Control
We Have Assumed Control
We Have Assumed Control
Damn it, I wish I could moderate moderations. An 'Informative' mod has no place on this post.
its call "metamoderation" you filthy fucking muslim.
Hello All,
I have a question regarding moderation. The people who run slashdot keep tight control on discussion topics and policy criticism, so there is no general message board for asking this sort of question, which is why I ask here. In fact, I will probably get modded down because we are not supposed to question Slashdot's perfection. But I will ask anyway:
I had a post that had a starting score of 2, and got moderating to 5, with 70% Insightful and 30% Interesting. My karma is excellent. It was a post that could be read as damaging to Apple's marketing. All of a sudden, it went to a starting score of 1, 50% insightful, 20% Interesting, and 20% Overrated. I have a few questions. 1.) How does the starting score go down??? 2.) How can the percentage of moderation not add up to 100%? 3.) Is there some super-moderator censorship used by Slashdot when they don't like the content of the post?
[tin-foil hat] Could Apple have complained when they saw my post, considering that Slashdot is probably the biggest Apple hype-machine on the planet (besides Apple themselves), and might even get kickbacks?[/tin-foil hat]
Anyway, how could such anomalies occur?
LS
There is a fine line between being a cultivated citizen and being someone else's crop. - A. J. Patrick Liszkie
MOD DOWN PLZKTHX
OCD? Did you have to type this message two times just like me?
OCD? Did you have to type this message two times just like me?
Excuse me I have to go back to turning my lights off and on.
Excuse me I have to go back to turning my lights off and on.
Dear Dr. Commander Taco,
I am writing to you because I am in need of legal assistance. I am currently charged with murder, burglary, terrorism, and a wide variety of charges. The story behind these accusations is somewhat longwinded, but I will attempt to describe it below:
It all started when I was a child. I was the victim of sexual abuse by a deranged, obese, elderly babysitter. This man would babysit for me when my parents went on long vacations. As soon as they left, my normally cozy home turned into a sordid den of gay rape and bestiality. The old man, who by coincidence shared the name Ike with another famous gay man from a different troll, would act normally for a few hours after my parents departed. Soon, however, he would ask me to come sit on the sofa with him and play such video games on the Commodore 64 as John Mcenroe's Penis Masters, Cock Invaders, Sac Man, Dick Dug, Ganalaga, Missile Cum-mand, and Happy Fun Boy Scout Camping Weekend.
While we watched the good old video games on the C-64, he would slowly move his wrinkled old hand onto my leg. I was too small and too scared to object, and he wouldn't have cared anyway, so I ignored him and continued to play video games. He massage my legs, moving in higher and higher circles with his warm, delicate touch. Eventually he would come to my buttocks, where he would slide his weathered hands into my shorts and continue his massage. At this point it would become very difficult for me to play video games, as he would squeeze my tender young asscheeks while breathing heavily (I think the sexual excitment presented some problems for him and his pacemaker). At some point, he would flick off the VGA monitor and pull my pants off, then my shirt. His semi-bald head glistened in the afternoon sun, and his white hair was matted to his head with his sweat. He would turn me over, and continue his massage. I didn't look back at him as we would get angry if I did anything other than staring ahead and pretending that nothing was happening.
Zzzzzzzzip! His zipper, with its sound easily susceptible to onomatopoeia, flew open. A few seconds later, his shining manhood flew outwards. My young asshole would clench in nervous anticipation of his anal invasion with his nine hard, throbbing, inches of man-meat. I could hear his weazing breath as he coughed some saliva onto his penis, rubbing it to make up for its geriatric lack of virility. While he aroused himself for his rectal piracy, he slid a finger into my clenched anus. Initially, the pain seemed unbearable; however, as time went on, I gradually relaxed and even came to shove my small boyish behind back onto his intruding finger, aching for prostate stimulation. Soon it was time: he withdrew his finger, and prepped his hard manhood for its intestinal odyssey into my backdoor. My bay breath quickened, and thoughts of his cragged, veined old manhood filled my mind like a Macintosh's semen in Amiga's dying bowels. I felt a warm touch against my cheeks, and soon the head of his mantruder was nestled inside of my gripping sphincter. I gasped as his throbbing virility inched into my rear passages. Slowly but surely all of his nine inches invaded my bum, and I was left impaled on him. As I mentioned, he was quite obese, so his flabby, pasty stomach with its green varicrose veins were pressed against my young back. At this point my eyes bugged out of my head as his cock buggered into my asshole. Soon the pumping began: there was some pain, and while it did multiply as time went on, the pleasure grew too, but at an exponential rate.
As you can see, it would be only a short time (about 6 seconds) before I was in throes of esctacy. Alas; all good things must come to an end, and soon Ike was ready to shoot his seed deep into my poop chute. As his semen shot forth into the deep, moist unknown, I moaned "Oh yes!" with such a force that I could have burst through a brick wall and dispensed sugary beverages such as Vernors and Faygo. His steaming stringy semen oozed its way in reverse through my digestive