From Skippy Dies:
Gradually the awful truth dawns on you that Santa Claus was just the tip of the iceberg — that your future will not be the rollercoaster ride you’d imagined, that the world occupied by your parents, the world of washing the dishes, going to the dentist, weekend trips to the DIY superstore to buy floor tiles, is actually largely what people mean when they speak of ‘life’.
It might have read:
Gradually the awful truth dawns on you that eXtreme Programming was just the tip of the iceberg — that your future will not be the well-planned sprints you’d imagined, that the world you currently occupy, the world of 500-line functions, feverish midnight debugging sessions, shoe-string demos sold as products, is actually largely what people mean when they speak of ‘programming’.
I had a week that makes me want to lay in bed and listen to Somewhere from West Side Story on repeat. Instead: coffee, courage, and a trip to the DIY superstore to buy some blinds. (Okay, so this post is a little self-indulgent. Sue me. 
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