Wes Bos asked for scary stories on Twitter recently. I emailed him but was inspired to write about it myself.Update! My story was read on SyntaxFM ep. 294 starting on 40:19! Thank you Wes Bos and Scott Tolinski!
Okay, I thought, but then won't it take longer for us to have a reactive site? But there was more.
This sounded bad to me - wouldn't that be rough to know whether our code would work if we couldn't be sure what dependencies were available?
My tech lead was confident though - "No problem! We can do it!"
The tech lead would sagely nod his head. "No problem!" He'd say.
I had a dual monitor set up. One screen had the page and the other had Chrome Dev Tools. I didn't have anything fancy on the screen so I was puzzled.
"What do you mean? The console? Or something else?"
"No, what is this tool? It seems pretty useful."
"You mean... Chrome Dev Tools?"
"Oh! Is that what that is? That's built into Chrome then?"
My heart was in my stomach. Did he not know Chrome Dev Tools? What else might he not know? Am I the one who's wrong? Maybe dev tools aren't standard tooling for all web dev.
From a place of pure self doubt I withheld judgement and explained the tools. Then I asked "So what do you use?"
"I'm so glad you're on this project and can help me out with this stuff." He said to me one day.
Cold sweat trickled down my spine. I smiled.
"Sure. No problem."
Over the weeks he struggles with user stories and I pick up more. Soon, the client was bypassing him and asking me directly to plan and implement the features.
I read a lot. I made friends with developers on other projects and started asking them lots of questions. I was determined to nail this. I believed I could do it.
I created a custom dependency injection setup for my functions. I believed I could create something similar to Angular.js, just a touch simpler. I worked late every night for weeks. I was marking features as completed but I would frequently revisit them.
Really, nothing was ever finished because I kept changing it.
I worked into a delirium. I worked until I thought I was crazy.
It was worse.
Things were getting close to completed, or so I thought. But everything always seemed to be broken.
Things happened on the site but I had no idea why. Race conditions abounded. The off-by-one errors had off-by-one errors.
Slowly, painfully, I began to realize that this was my fault. My design was flawed. My assumptions, wrong. All the work, the long hours - wasted. I became bitter.
I was behind schedule but I was not alone. Every project the client had seemed to be struggling. The depth of the issues in the application I was working were lost as other pieces of the project seemed to fly off the rails. One project team eventually admitted they had completely forgot to implement security. Other teams scrambled to offer personnel for a "security task force" to "shore up" the security. One senior level project manager joked "Well it's like we built the car and forgot to put locks on the doors 🤷♂️ Oopsies!"
I kept sliding more and more fixes in, trying to fix my app - to make it good even. A good result seemed so close, yet so far away. I started to feel trapped within a prison of my own making. No one could really help me either. My tech lead was still there, but seemed lost and confused. He had been marginalized and now I owned this mess. The consultancy had long ago let me know that their hands were tied. I had made them aware of the situation with the tech lead and they had confirmed the problem, but could not act without disrupting the project.
I had turned this opportunity into an exercise in hubris.
The client, realizing that there might be some issues maintaining the application after I left, assigned one of their own developers to the team. I went over the project and we laughed at it with typical gallows humor. We were now both imprisoned.
However, things started getting better. Now I had someone to bounce ideas off of. We began to conspire a way out of this mess. We were going to introduce Vue.js.
Perhaps I would not be hoisted by my own petard!
Vue.js was designed around being able to incrementally refactor. It was small and fast and we didn't need anything except the core functionality. It worked just fine alongside jQuery and we found a way to make it work with Angular.js.
We were saved!
Slowly, we started to see bugs disappear. Things were working faster and more reliably. The code started to look less like a mess and more like something we could maintain.
But the project as a whole was not getting better. Project management wanted more late nights. They wanted more sacrifices. Code for the Code God!
At last, I had enough. I'd worked on the project for about 8 months and I didn't see anything that made me want to stay.
The consultancy I worked for had promised a $500 bonus if I stayed another 7 months, but I wasn't interested in peanuts. The client had pulled me into a room with three project managers and let me know it was time to start working 12 hour days. When I refused ( I wasn't getting paid for that time after all ) the handler from the consultancy emailed me from his tropical vacation letting me know that "You will comply with the overtime request."
It was time to get out.
I did have one person who I owed an explanation though, and that was my co-conspirator developer who helped introduce Vue.js. Thing was, he completely understood - in fact he was already looking too. We were going to abandon this project and let this app fend for itself. The Vue.js refactoring had a long way to go, but neither of us could stomach the other dysfunctional pieces of the project.
I found another job that prioritized work/life balance and left. After a couple of weeks I referred my new friend and he left as well.
We ran out like the building was on fire.
Be diligent lest you also be imprisoned!
Is this me? Am I the monster?