She was in the zone. It had taken two hours, half a RedBull (she would be paying for that later), and pissing off that guy who always seemed to want to talk longer than a conversation.<\/p>\n
Free, flying through the code. There really was nothing like it.<\/p>\n
She was working on a new DB caching layer for their server-side app. It was one of those ‘augmented reality’ games, but for corporate training. It still felt good to work on it though, to coerce the bits to bend to her will.<\/p>\n
“Achievement Unlocked: You have met five new people in one day!”<\/p>\n
Ugh. It sounded terrible, having to meet so many people all the time. To have to spend all that time and effort to convince them that the correct answer to a problem was, well, correct. If only they would just *see*.<\/p>\n
But she had given up hope of being able to open peoples’ eyes. Give her code, or a nice juicy math problem, and she’d be content for hours, sometimes days.<\/p>\n
*rumble* *rumble*<\/p>\n
“Time to eat”, she thought to herself. She gets up, to go to the kitchen. Nyancore streams from her discarded headphones. As she turns, you can see the t-shirt she’s wearing says:<\/p>\n
“Of all the things I miss, I miss my cache the most.”<\/p>\n
She looks towards you and says “You can’t fault me for that.”<\/p>\n
She laughs to herself and continues on her way.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She was in the zone. It had taken two hours, half a RedBull (she would be paying for that later), and pissing off that guy who always seemed to want to talk longer than a conversation. Free, flying through the code. There really was nothing like it. She was working on a new DB caching … Continue reading “Of All the Things I Miss, I Miss my Cache the Most.”<\/span>