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Sneaky Plan

When people ask what I do for a living, I usually tell them that I’m a software developer. Sometimes I switch up the words and say “software engineer” or something else that means I write code for a living (“code monkey” is a fun alternative), but the general sentiment is the same. I’m one of those people that spends a bunch of time in front of a computer to try to build a software-based solution for people.


Now, as I’ve gotten more experienced, my actual day-to-day responsibilities have shifted a bit. I still have to work on those software-based solutions, but the solutions have gotten a bit larger over time. Basically, they trust me a little bit more. As a result, I do other types of work. I make decisions about which technologies to use, rather than just write the code in a technology that someone else decided we should use (it's a weird feeling realizing that you're the adult now, let me tell you).

 Generally speaking, the shift in work priorities is a good thing for my career. However, I miss the coding. I like writing code. Working on software feels like solving a puzzle or playing with Lego's, all day long. I happily play with Lego's for free, so if you're offering to pay me to do the same thing, I'm in. So, yeah, I miss writing code.

 As it just so happens, though, an old friend of mine started working on a mobile application, and he asked me if I wanted to contribute. The timing was almost a little too perfect. I was missing that type of work anyway, and then my buddy presented me with an opportunity to do precisely that. Talk about kismet.

 The funniest bit, though, comes from how he describes this work. See, he actually had two product ideas. Without going into too much detail, he describes them as the "innocent one" and the "sneaky one." And of course, I'm involved with the sneaky one. I laughed quite loud when I heard this description. Who knew? I'm a sneaky developer.
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