I've had many male bosses and two female bosses. The male bosses have ranged from excellent to OK, but no one really bad, just a bit flakey. The two female bosses are night and day though.
My worst boss was my first female boss; she was an overbearing bulldozer who seemed more concerned with building her empire than anything else. She actually drove one of her suboridinates crazy and almost got herself killed by him; he's in prison now.
My current boss, a female, is the best I've ever had. She is a former engineer, so she knows technology, and how to manage projects. She builds strong working relationships with partnering groups. She actually listens to me and acts on many of my suggestions. She knows her subordinates well and figures out how to motivate and reward us for our efforts, especially when we go beyond the call of duty.
She's the kind of boss that I would switch jobs in order to continue working for.
Just write it on a sticky note and put it under your keyboard; this is a time honored practice of millions of users, and that many people CAN'T be wrong!
Perhaps if fixed bugs periodically re-appear in the product then the revision control system is broken? Software testing is important (regression testing seems especially needed in this case) but so is revision conrol.
While somewhat humorous, that is a pretty uninformed statement. I would hazard to say that a majority of people coming out of HS these days do not know how to learn at a college level (I didn't) but there are classes as college that do teach you how to learn (effective reading, how to study for various tests, how to think critically, etc.). After taking a study class my sophomore year in college I went from being a 2.0 student to a 3.5+ student (I'm now back in college going for my MS degree and am at 3.95 for my grad classes). Lots of this is due to knowing how to study, which I was taught when in college.
I used to be a cop and I did a LOT of traffic stops. In training and certification to use a radar gun they train you to look at the vehicle whose speed you're going to measure and make an estimate of their speed before using the radar, then compare the results. This was a practice in Washington state but I would not be surprised if it is common everywhere. After a while you get very good at estimating speeds and find yourself generally guessing the correct speed +/- 1 MPH. When you write your subsequent traffic stop summary you include a sentence stating that your observed a vehicle that appeared to be speeding and your visual estimation followed by the radar measured speed. This gets the officer trained to look at what's being measured rather than just sitting there with the radar pointed back over his shoulder waiting for something fast to come through which then builds credible speed estimation and descrimination into his testimony and also gets past the problem of accidentally radaring the Cesna 150 that flew overhead at 80 mph while erroneously attaching that speed to grandma who was doing the speed limit. In short, anybody who does a lot of anything reasonably well gets good at it - cops do a lot of speed estimation and get good at it.
Hmm, by the same token you should be walking around wearing a suit of armor while toting a fully automatic firearm because someone may run up to you with a knife and/or a baseball bat and show you how defective your skeleton or skin is.
Bottom line is, if there were no virii there would be no need for those security patches.
I worked at a sulfur reclaimation factory in the early 80's. We had a mountain of sulfur and potash about the size of a small Hawaiian island that when it rained the runoff was sulfuric acid with ph of about 2. We used to have to go test the runoff and then spread crushed limestone in the streams to neutralize the acid.
Back at the reclaimation plant we had this huge steam-heated bin (about 12 feet wide, 30 feet long, and 12 feet deep) that we dumped the sulfur and potash mixture into to melt and run through the filters to remove the impurities. This thing stunk like an old sour milk carten full of rotten eggs thrown into a pile of burning tires! If ever there was a direct portal to hell, that was it! It was truly awful yet it held your morbid fascination like nothing else.
Through the length of this chaldron of hellish delight ran a conveyor belt made with iron links and held together with brass bolds. The conveyor was needed to keep the sedament stirred up and the brass bolts were needed to prevent sparks as the conveyor was dragged through this giant urn of demonic soup. Every week something would spark in the satanic stew and which would incite a hellish onslaught of sulphuric acid gas and fumes (you would think that satans minions would have used this orofice to enter our realm). We would have to go into this corrosive atmosphere of all-consuming fumes and scream incantations while dousing the beast with a firehose of near-holy water. It would inevitably succumb to our efforts after many hours and retreat to its netherworld lair while we went back and recharged our respirators for the next episode of battle.
It rained alot so the sulphur mixture mixed with mud and made a sort of acid-armour on everything it touched. All vehicles had a coating of this substance that encased its victim while corroding it from the inside. Every vehicle that ever came out to the site got it on it and when its exhaust system would heat up, it smelled like you were driving around in a vehicle made of steel, rancid meat, rotten eggs, and butt-cheese. Over time the fenders of the vehicles looked like old moth-eaten clothes pulled from some old chest from the bowels of some ancient castle. Basically your personal property became consumed by the foul elements of the site.
The sulfur permeated one's very pores. When you sweated, you wreaked of rotting eggs, when you showered, the run-off had a yellow tinge. You couldn't own a pet fish as the acidity of your very presence would foul its environment and bring about its untimely demise.
Curiously though, no one who worked there for any length of time ever got sick, ever.
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I've had many male bosses and two female bosses. The male bosses have ranged from excellent to OK, but no one really bad, just a bit flakey. The two female bosses are night and day though.
My worst boss was my first female boss; she was an overbearing bulldozer who seemed more concerned with building her empire than anything else. She actually drove one of her suboridinates crazy and almost got herself killed by him; he's in prison now.
My current boss, a female, is the best I've ever had. She is a former engineer, so she knows technology, and how to manage projects. She builds strong working relationships with partnering groups. She actually listens to me and acts on many of my suggestions. She knows her subordinates well and figures out how to motivate and reward us for our efforts, especially when we go beyond the call of duty.
She's the kind of boss that I would switch jobs in order to continue working for.
Just write it on a sticky note and put it under your keyboard; this is a time honored practice of millions of users, and that many people CAN'T be wrong!
Perhaps if fixed bugs periodically re-appear in the product then the revision control system is broken? Software testing is important (regression testing seems especially needed in this case) but so is revision conrol.
I suggest doing castings of both of her hands.
While somewhat humorous, that is a pretty uninformed statement. I would hazard to say that a majority of people coming out of HS these days do not know how to learn at a college level (I didn't) but there are classes as college that do teach you how to learn (effective reading, how to study for various tests, how to think critically, etc.). After taking a study class my sophomore year in college I went from being a 2.0 student to a 3.5+ student (I'm now back in college going for my MS degree and am at 3.95 for my grad classes). Lots of this is due to knowing how to study, which I was taught when in college.
I used to be a cop and I did a LOT of traffic stops. In training and certification to use a radar gun they train you to look at the vehicle whose speed you're going to measure and make an estimate of their speed before using the radar, then compare the results. This was a practice in Washington state but I would not be surprised if it is common everywhere. After a while you get very good at estimating speeds and find yourself generally guessing the correct speed +/- 1 MPH. When you write your subsequent traffic stop summary you include a sentence stating that your observed a vehicle that appeared to be speeding and your visual estimation followed by the radar measured speed. This gets the officer trained to look at what's being measured rather than just sitting there with the radar pointed back over his shoulder waiting for something fast to come through which then builds credible speed estimation and descrimination into his testimony and also gets past the problem of accidentally radaring the Cesna 150 that flew overhead at 80 mph while erroneously attaching that speed to grandma who was doing the speed limit. In short, anybody who does a lot of anything reasonably well gets good at it - cops do a lot of speed estimation and get good at it.
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Ok, I take that back, the absence of virii does not negate the need for security patches.
Hmm, by the same token you should be walking around wearing a suit of armor while toting a fully automatic firearm because someone may run up to you with a knife and/or a baseball bat and show you how defective your skeleton or skin is. Bottom line is, if there were no virii there would be no need for those security patches.
I worked at a sulfur reclaimation factory in the early 80's. We had a mountain of sulfur and potash about the size of a small Hawaiian island that when it rained the runoff was sulfuric acid with ph of about 2. We used to have to go test the runoff and then spread crushed limestone in the streams to neutralize the acid. Back at the reclaimation plant we had this huge steam-heated bin (about 12 feet wide, 30 feet long, and 12 feet deep) that we dumped the sulfur and potash mixture into to melt and run through the filters to remove the impurities. This thing stunk like an old sour milk carten full of rotten eggs thrown into a pile of burning tires! If ever there was a direct portal to hell, that was it! It was truly awful yet it held your morbid fascination like nothing else. Through the length of this chaldron of hellish delight ran a conveyor belt made with iron links and held together with brass bolds. The conveyor was needed to keep the sedament stirred up and the brass bolts were needed to prevent sparks as the conveyor was dragged through this giant urn of demonic soup. Every week something would spark in the satanic stew and which would incite a hellish onslaught of sulphuric acid gas and fumes (you would think that satans minions would have used this orofice to enter our realm). We would have to go into this corrosive atmosphere of all-consuming fumes and scream incantations while dousing the beast with a firehose of near-holy water. It would inevitably succumb to our efforts after many hours and retreat to its netherworld lair while we went back and recharged our respirators for the next episode of battle. It rained alot so the sulphur mixture mixed with mud and made a sort of acid-armour on everything it touched. All vehicles had a coating of this substance that encased its victim while corroding it from the inside. Every vehicle that ever came out to the site got it on it and when its exhaust system would heat up, it smelled like you were driving around in a vehicle made of steel, rancid meat, rotten eggs, and butt-cheese. Over time the fenders of the vehicles looked like old moth-eaten clothes pulled from some old chest from the bowels of some ancient castle. Basically your personal property became consumed by the foul elements of the site. The sulfur permeated one's very pores. When you sweated, you wreaked of rotting eggs, when you showered, the run-off had a yellow tinge. You couldn't own a pet fish as the acidity of your very presence would foul its environment and bring about its untimely demise. Curiously though, no one who worked there for any length of time ever got sick, ever.