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by mycroft-holmes
4122 days ago
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Same here. I worked at a creative agency some time ago and nearly every employee, men and women, at some point told me, "You know, you don't really look like a coder to me. You're too fashionable and you're not socially awkward." I just take it in stride. What's the big deal? I just don't make it some huge issue that's related to my gender. |
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> Moocho Campus Manager:
> You’ll be our quarterback. We want you to recruit, train and lead a team of Campus Ambassadors to spread the word about Moocho on your campus. Guide your team to success while getting real experience in the process. We want you to make students know, love and use Moocho on your campus.
> Think you’re up for it?
> Moocho Campus Ambassador
> Get paid to help Moocho spread the word about an (and maybe we’re biased here) awesome app that lets you spend money around campus with your phone. Work with other students and get some real experience. It’s good for your resume and great for your bank account.
> Moocho Campus CTO
> Are you a tech-loving dork or dweeb? Do people kick sand in your face at the computer lab? Are your arms thin and pale - kinda like a good piece of veal? Then you, my nerdy friend, are in luck. Moocho is hiring a tech-savvy Campus Tech Officer for UW and we want you (or your geeky friends) to apply.
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The contrast between the business jobs and the tech job is mind blowing.
My reply was
>Is this a fucking joke?! This is what you think of software engineers?
>This is the problem with you management types, computers are pure magic to you, and if someone understands it, it must because they're frail, socially retarded, and live in their parent's basement, right?
>Fuck off.
... In retrospect I may have been making their point about the lack of social grace that software engineers may or may not have, but c'est la vie.
Just goes to show that this profession is not one that necessarily has a lot of glory, but at least for me, once I was exposed to the magic underneath our modern internet I was hooked-- there was no way I was going to ever do anything else. What could possibly be unmanly about that?