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Therefore you should at least make an effort to dress up for an interview because you never know if it's your last chance to make any sort of impression.
And let your hubris shine that way instead of choosing the casual path that every other one will certainly choose.
Edit: of course this argument is lost on all the beautiful minds who spare no effort at shabby chic
Signalling that you're taking the path of least resistance aka snitching is hardly ingenious.
And you call yourself a software professional!
-> https://twitter.com/matthewwalther/status/128234456305575526...
Best clothing there ever has been for being a professional program writer, hands down.
Could not have said it any better
How's your situation, are you still learning and pursuing your own journey? I can totally relate to the feeling of being out of work but I believe strongly that our work is a calling and we must listen to our intuition on the journey to mastery of our art.
And an utter disregard for traditional business mores
Every medium is a social one if you think about it and every social medium is political.
The medium has and always will be the message and when you get to the core you understand the message is simply the audience.
Do you think "primitive" civilizations compared to ours didn't have social media before the advent of the tweet?
They were operating on levels we haven't even begun to understand in our foolish pride.
We're as primitive as we were at the invention of electric light and our technological advancements have outpaced our morality. We're just amplifying the hysteria and confusion with our automated algorithms and always-on engagement and now every poor schmuck has a voice where once it was limited to the elites. You should be grateful that Twitter has democratized the inane blatherings of the proletariat to drown out the voices of so called authority.
And in fact one of the devs was poached by a shady bunch of foreign looking suits who would have fit right in with big brother.
In all fairness you have a split second between the light coming on and the video stream initializing to err hide your shame. What are you doing in front of your computer with no pants on? Naked yoga?
Who ever speaks about our duty to our fellow man and the giants whose shoulders we stand on?
I blame a lack of classical education on this performance based meritocracy that's become a runaway train with no ethical brakes.
That's where I've come as a professional. I couldn't give a fuck any more about anyone's problems and I've learned that it has everything to do with creating pathways for people to communicate.
People are difficult creatures and academia has made us into basket cases unable to tie our own shoelaces without help from someone who will evaluate us and dangle a carrot in front of us for the effort.
How about getting over yourself with your corporate lorem ipsum and use the technology at your disposal to fix this dumpster fire of a planet we've made for ourselves?
The standard signals are a shirt and tie, jacket and pocket square with other accessories.
Now we're on a different playing field with other less overt details and our vehicles have become our outerwear.
We've both got each other thinking a little. Fist bump to that!
I've come to a whole new understanding, as a computer scientist that signalling still matters and we just suck at it.
If you read the comment you wrote you may see that it casts all pre-computer people who actually dressed up in a very poor light and I'm sure some of them could set us straight on many things related to life skills.
I always wonder, do people read messages in their own voice or the voice of the writer? It helps to have at least a measure of compassion.
Good of you to invest a few minutes of your day on clarifying that. I mean it with no hint of sarcasm but I can see if someone were struggling with a tough turd while reading it, it may come across much differently.
Edit: and by the way, all Stalinist gulags start with a petty quasi meritocratic bureaucracy and people just following orders and doing their assigned tasks.
Edit 2: the OP understood my meaning, I was referring to the barrage of downvotes. This past few days I've hit a great streak.
I'd like to believe the HN crowd is only slightly more refined than the hoi polloi but yea.
There's this myth that brilliant people are supposed to be anti social, but only to a point? Look how antisocial I am, at least on the surface.
I'm actually using this forum as a testing ground for my fevered ideations. Any substantive meaning you may extract is all in your own mind.
Obviously I threw you off the scent by triggering your sensibilities.
But I'll have you know I've worked with PM's who had very distinct physical traits that attempted to buck the conventions. One woman worked exclusively in athleisure and halter tops, even in winter. Another guy had piercings all over his face and ears. This other nitwit wore the same exact orange hoodie abomination every single day for four months. My favorite is the guy who wore tiny golf shirts so I could see his underwear on top of his jeans. This is a grown man, with a beard! He should have gone into military service to learn something about personal grooming and had no place in the organization no matter how brilliant. His very presence was a sector stating "abandon hope all ye who enter here" as in you have zero chance of seeing a real client now get back to your coerced agile workflow.
These signals are impossible to ignore and reek of bougie decadence and cause people like me who want to invest their whole lives to something more than an unfair exchange of time for money to die a little inside and seek the comfort of strangers to air our grievances only to get downvoted, therefore reinforcing the trauma.
Plus I like to disguise my modesty in an utter lack of respect because this industry is a cockroach infested nest of groupthink if you ask me with everyone copying everyone's signals until only clones remain. Then we argue about diversity and scratch our heads as to why none of the girls want to play with us.
The reference to man boobs is in relation to grown men signalling like middleschoolers wearing printed T's from guardians of the galaxy and star trek while they get progressively more corpulent on a diet of chicken wings and lunch specials and pints of shock top. Oh and pizza. Always the dry pizza left over from those two pizza meetings.