Imagine.
I get a reply for a Perl job I have open.
Saw my ad on Perl web site.
Right hand of God. I can't give his real name.
But: Think about a very exotic yet useful
feature, which can be difficult to code for.
It doesn't matter which, any will do for this
thought. It is part of our standard interview
question.
We didn't need to ask him about it. He brought
it up as one of his proud accomplishments. Fixing
the way Perl handled it to ensure no memory leaks
in all uses of it.
Or what he learned with his daily contact with
Larry over several years, as he fixed hundreds
of issues.
Or his amazing recall and quotations of the
Tao of Programming.
Or his great demeanor, how he was just a great
guy.
I AM IN LOVE, DAMMIT!
This is probably one of the best Perl programmers
on the face of this earth. To work with him,
having him critique my code, would be an
enormous benefit. A job perk!
And he was appreciative the of fact I know Ben!
My boss loves him.
His boss likes him (not enough time to fall in love).
The $$ looked OK.
The work environment was fine. I work in the dark,
so does he.
He wanted to move to our area, so commute was not
an issue.
He had little enough experience with large data
and my type of equipment that I could teach HIM
something he was excited about.
And then something happens.
He goes over to HR an NEVER COMES BACK.
And yes, I know what happened, and I can't say.
Just that it is SILLY enough that it shouldn't matter,
and it was not our decision, it was his.
ARRGGGG!!!!!!