Me and my computer Vasya

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

May F1 help us, may F2 save us, in the name of Shift, Ctrl and Del. In the name of Macintosh, Pentium and holy spirit. Amen. Enter

My parents - programmers - taught me from childhood to a terrible word"

Then my parents decided to "take it right" for me, and bought a brutal car for the house. She stood in the corner of my room, and I cautiously walked around her. I didn't like her, and I carefully disguised her with toys. I was surprised to see my parents quarrel every night over who will play on the computer. What did they find in it? Then I grew up, and it was time to decide where to go. My parents quietly cherished the hope that I would nevertheless become a programmer, but I deceived everyone and entered the evening department of the psychology department. Now I had to work somewhere, and then my genes rebelled.

Feet themselves carried me to webmastering courses. (Webmasters are scary people who make websites). Since then, my life has turned upside down. I named my computer Vasya and we spent most of the time together.

Among my friends appeared mysterious people with red eyes, tousled hair and strange speech. They have long forgotten how to use the telephone and communicated with each other only via e-mail. They didn't care what they had. They were omnivorous. And if they were at work already at 10 o'clock, it meant only one thing - they had not left there yet. They were programmers.

This environment certainly influenced me. I went to bed when it was getting light, and not because of why this happens in normal women, but because I was sitting at the monitor and nervously tapping my fingers on the keyboard, typing a fabulous amount of different codes. A coffee stain started to appear on my desk regularly. Sleepless nights made themselves felt: I began to look worse and take less care of my appearance. I jumped up in the morning, swearing loudly at the alarm clock, although it was not his fault that he was turned on. I applied makeup mostly while standing in the elevator.

My vocabulary was filled with all sorts of different specific computer terms. My relatives ceased to understand me, and it took a lot of effort for me to express myself in a common language. I dreamed of some ideas and I jumped up in the middle of the night, turned on the computer and began to implement them at a breakneck speed and unhealthy zeal. I inserted the cassette into the tape recorder, wondering if there were any viruses. I was not looking at the sky and the only association I had was the Windows screensaver. I kissed men thinking about websites. And from the dates I ran home to the computer, knocking down all the pillars …

But somehow my life changed dramatically. I looked at my dirty and worn-out keyboard and decided to wash it … with baby shampoo and a washcloth. Yes, the decision is purely feminine. The keyboard could not withstand such a blow and I had to pause the workflow. That's when I went to the mirror and saw an exhausted face with tired eyes. And then I realized that it was time to slow down. I immediately got a job and promised myself that I would not sit at the computer outside of work hours. Now I finally began to look like a human being and reduced communication with Vasya to a minimum. So now I have again returned to a full life, once again confirming the axiom that everything is good in moderation.

Still, being "crazy" computer scientists is a purely male destiny. And a woman should take care of her appearance and love to chat on the phone. It's just that nature has such a law, and there's nothing you can do about it. Moreover, as the men themselves admit, they normally relate to women - programmers, only if they are not too fanatical. So do not go too far.

Why do women become "crazy" geeks? There is a small percentage of women who are really into programming, and for them this is the content, purpose and space of life. It is difficult for them to communicate with people, but it is easy to tinker with glands. Some are simply drawn to male areas of activity in order to prove that the female mind is in no way inferior to the male, or they are simply pleased to be in the male team. Others dive into the computer world just to get away from reality. Likewise, when life turns from a colorful fairy tale into a black and white movie, I come home, I go to my room, where my beloved computer Vasya is always waiting for me in the corner. I dive into the world of signs and codes, forgetting about everything for a long time … The main thing is to press "Escape" in time.

Alena SOZINOVA