Tuesday, November 13, 2001
While for the most part I could definitely do without the long commute to Oakville (which thankfully I only have to do a few days out of the week) it does get me out to see sights I might otherwise have missed.
Catching the streetcar to Queen and Yonge before sunrise, a low moon hung in the sky featuring a sharp Cheshire-cat’s crescent grin, the rest of its mottled globe lit by faint reflected Earthshine. Later, on the train, as an orange pumpkin sun glowered over a pink, purple and blue sky, I caught a glimpse of a field of straw grass tipped with the morning’s icy frost. Walking to the office, I saw piles of leaves similarly bedecked, fringed and laced with frost. This is a marvelous time of year...
A Hard Time to Be a Java Programmer
...or so it seems. I have been reminded of this fact several times lately. Got a call from Kirk A. who was calling on behalf of a friend who worked as a Java programmer who was recently laid off. Then I heard at dinner time from Bill W. that he had run into mutual friend Toby S., who had recently been laid off from his job as a meta-programmer for a Java-coding firm. On Friday I ran into Reg B. on the train-ride home from work, with whom I used to work with, and who guided the development of what must be one of the few successful Java products out there. He’s been out of a job since the late summer.
I realize that it’s not just these people who are being laid off, but these are all very smart, highly-intelligent people. I’d hope none of them will be out of work for long...
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