This doesn’t just apply to code - it applies to organisations just as easily.
I ate a lot of cat turds as a kid. Ate a whole bunch through university, and then I signed up to work for a cat turd factory in London.
Sucked. Decided to stop eating cat turds and go start a candy factory instead.
For the first few years, we made candy. Good candy. Then, slowly, gradually, over the course of a decade, we realised that our clients wanted cat turds, so little by little we started putting more turd and less candy in the product, and as part of that we of course had to start eating cat turds again. I would distribute them to my staff, our investors would check in to ensure everyone was still eating their turds, and I would eat as many of them as I could to save the staff from indigestion.
Fast forward a decade and we had a full scale cat turd factory going. I’d get up every day, ram thousands of the things down my throat, spent my nights vomiting them up, for it turns out you really can only eat so many, and then repeat.
Eventually, my body started failing. It turns out you can’t live on cat turds alone.
So I quit, and only snack on a cat turd occasionally these days, when the state mandates it.
The factory is still going strong. After my departure they got rid of the staff who didn’t realise how many turds they’d have to eat after I left, hired coprophages, and switched over to producing a successful line of cat diarrhoea.
I ate a lot of cat turds as a kid. Ate a whole bunch through university, and then I signed up to work for a cat turd factory in London.
Sucked. Decided to stop eating cat turds and go start a candy factory instead.
For the first few years, we made candy. Good candy. Then, slowly, gradually, over the course of a decade, we realised that our clients wanted cat turds, so little by little we started putting more turd and less candy in the product, and as part of that we of course had to start eating cat turds again. I would distribute them to my staff, our investors would check in to ensure everyone was still eating their turds, and I would eat as many of them as I could to save the staff from indigestion.
Fast forward a decade and we had a full scale cat turd factory going. I’d get up every day, ram thousands of the things down my throat, spent my nights vomiting them up, for it turns out you really can only eat so many, and then repeat.
Eventually, my body started failing. It turns out you can’t live on cat turds alone.
So I quit, and only snack on a cat turd occasionally these days, when the state mandates it.
The factory is still going strong. After my departure they got rid of the staff who didn’t realise how many turds they’d have to eat after I left, hired coprophages, and switched over to producing a successful line of cat diarrhoea.