[I originally wrote this on the way home from an interview, but it was funny enough I feel like saving it forever!]
On The White Board
(to the tune of Sound of Silence)
Hello white board, my old friend
I’ve come to write on you again
Because an interview softly heaping
Ate the bits with no sweeping
And the algo that was planted in my brain
It was written on the white board.
In rain wet streets I walked alone
Narrow roads of cobblestone
I was asked if I knew LAMP
I found a bean bag to encamp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched writing on the white board.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand servers, maybe more
Servers streaming without leaking
Metrics count without increasing
Servers writing blobs of JSON never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the white board.
Fools, said I, you do not know
Tech debt like a cancer grows
Read my tests that I might teach you
Take my blog that I might reach you
But my tweets, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed on the white board.
And the DevOps sighed and stayed
Watching containers they had made
And the dash flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the dash said, the words of principals are written on the wiki page
And the pre-prod stage
And whispered near the white board.
Written on March 15, 2017