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Every engineer begins their journey with passion and excitement. We dream of building, creating, solving puzzles that matter. The technical challenges energize us; the elegance of well-crafted solutions fulfills us.
But as years pass, something changes. The bureaucracy grows. Meetings multiply. Documentation outweighs development. And somewhere along the way, that spark—that pure joy of building—begins to dim beneath the weight of corporate machinery.
This poem captures that journey: from wide-eyed optimism to the weary reality that many of us face in the modern tech landscape.
A musical tale of mischief, adventure, and pet shenanigans
Before we begin this epic ballad, a quick introduction to our protagonists:
Stinker Bell (a.k.a. Stink Rat) - My clever, slightly murderous cat who dreams of outdoor adventures and bird hunting.
Meat Head (a.k.a. Duke, Lugnut, the Nasty) - My lovable, not-so-bright hound who has never met a smell he didn't want to roll in or a disgusting thing he wouldn't eat.
And on the curious repeated phrase "Seven" - this is an inside joke between my partner and me. In our household headcanon, this is how our pets say "I love you" to each other. Why seven? It makes absolutely no sense, and that's precisely why it's perfect.
Now, grab a drink, imagine a tavern melody (specifically "Ragnar the Red" from Skyrim), and enjoy the ballad of my ridiculous pets.