Portrait of an Everyday Computer Programmer

So I rocked down to the south of England in my crappy car, donned an ill fitting suit, all excited, with my copy of “Under the Radar” in one hand and “The Cathedral and the Bazaar” in the other, and cried internally when they asked me in-depth about my non-existing commercial experience. I wasn’t at all surprised to get the call the very next day that I just did’t have enough experience.