The job

-How is going the tests, Ikaru?
-Well, yesterday everything worked perfect. But today there's one thing that doesn't work and there are new test documentations.
-Then you have completed the tests?
(What part of what I have just said you didn't understand?) –Of course I haven't finished yet.

I "love" my job. Because I'm earning money and it makes things less heavy otherwise I would commit "suicide" or at least eating a lot of ice-cream whenever I came back home and close myself in a room and moving the head and saying "Ikaru is good, Ikaru is good...". Frankly, it doesn't enthusiasm me much, may it be because the mix of "I'm not made for this" and "don't leave me alone before the risk, I'm rookie and the system is too complex".

I'm programming in ancient language, COBOL. When you try to test something, no matter how simple, is a show. Murphy's Law is not enough to describe the probability of failure in the system. If something doesn't work could be the consequence of many circumstances, and of course unknown by this programmer I am. Although there are people who can give me a hand, they are all in another floor, yes, my working group is in a different place of me. Almost everything is resolved thru email. It's so impersonal, computers dehumanisation. I arrive, sit down, switch on PC, work, breakfast, work, return home.

Nothing, nothing, you give me my check at the end of the month and I happy.

Wolverine – The Storm Inside