seth writes software. seth tries to be better software writer. seth writes blog.
hi i’m a client
here’s 100 change requests i came up to prove to my boss that i actually did something today.
they will make your hard work look ugly.
i will ask why it looks ugly, because i have no idea how to design an interface, develop an application, or produce a real deliverable - mostly because i’m used to working without thinking.
also, why do none of my change requests make sense, fix this, right now, because i have a meeting with a client and i’m woefully under prepared. which i’ll blame you for in the meeting - you’re just a developer after all, what do you know?
Public Sub findLink()
Dim ws As Worksheet
Dim rng As Range
For Each ws In ThisWorkbook.Worksheets
For Each rng In ws.UsedRange
If InStr(rng.Formula, “”) > 0 Then
Debug.Print (ws.Name & ” - ” & rng.Formula)
End If
Next rng
Next ws
End Sub
Public Sub ok()
ThisWorkbook.Names(“inputs”).Delete
End Sub
Public Sub ok2()
‘ThisWorkbook.Names(“inputs”).Delete
Dim rng As Range
Set rng = ThisWorkbook.Worksheets(“Sheet1”).Range(“D10”)
Because we grew up surrounded by big dramatic story arcs in books and movies, we think our lives are supposed to be filled with huge ups and downs! So people pretend there is drama where there is none.
“i know it’s an awful thing to say, but someone had to tell you.”
if it’s not love, it’s time. if it’s not time, it’s money. if it’s not money, it’s health.
there will always be something.
always.
even if, to the observer, you seem to have it - you’ll still seem to want it. or it doesn’t feel like you imagine it would. you’ll be trying to figure out why for the rest of your life.
maybe you lost it. maybe you got too used to it. maybe you used it all up and got broke.
maybe it was transistory, stuck in one moment in time. you had in once, then it disappeared, like a breeze. or a joke that only made sense in the moment.
maybe it was one of those fucking really important things. you know, things like…
true friendship companionship on a nervous night someone to listen to you gripe maybe a warm dinner after a long day of work someone to sleep next to you at night maybe it’s someone to call when you feel like you’ve had enough of it all. maybe it’s a good job, a real career, a goal, a sense that there’s something tomorrow, waiting for you maybe it’s a great fucking, like, pile of drugs to disconnect your head. maybe it’s a sense of pride in what you’ve done with your time. maybe it’s a website that makes people happy maybe it’s a set of teeth that don’t look like they’ve been chewing on rocks for a decade maybe it’s a cold beer maybe it’s an internet empire that destroys an old media cartel maybe it’s a girlfriend maybe it’s just a girl that smiles when she says your name maybe it’s just someone to do the dishes with maybe it’s an escape, when the true panic starts to set in, when the walls creep in maybe it’s a successful compile when time it really counts. maybe it’s getting rid of that feeling in your stomach that you don’t think you have what it takes to be able to do the things that you need to do.
maybe it’s feeling something, anything, at all.
it’ll always be something.
at least, for me.
i always feel half right. half full, half satiated. half drunk, even though it’s been more than a year and half.
there’s always something.
and that makes me a fiend.
because i have been blessed, for sure, yet i still want more.
Half of being a good, competent software developer is realizing that you’re going to make tons of mistakes.
