Today, everybody is blogging “The Horror Coding Stories.” I didn’t plan on that, but then I thought that this is a perfect horror story (reposted from my personal blog).The context: me working at one of the first joint ventures in Russia in 1990s.
At the end of December, John went back to the US for Christmas. I was still working at that “it’s great!” project and on my makeshift database. And I came up with something cool. Something I was very proud of.
I did most of that work at home because it was time around the holidays. Although I did have a modem, that was before the times you could email a bulk attachment, so usually, I would compress my code with tar command and copy a .tar file to the diskette, and take this diskette to the office.
The next day John should have to be back, and I was anticipating my triumph. At about 9 PM, when kids were already long asleep, I started to make my final .tar file.
Nowadays, even some of the younger IT people might not know what the tar command does, yet along those of…
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