Merck is like a rotting trash can...When does the bottom fall out??

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  1. Anonymous

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    I found this essay interesting. Just replace the programmer with a scientist for Merck. It actually sounds pretty accurate to me.

    From: {Windows Sources, March 1995, p. 208}
    {Contributed by: Mique Talcott}
    By: Orson Scott Card

    The environment that nutures creative programmers kills management
    and marketing types - and vice versa. Programming is the Great Game.
    It consumes you, body and soul. When you're caught up in it, nothing
    else matters. When you emerge into daylight, you might well discover
    that you're a hundred pounds overweight, your underwear is older than
    the average first grader, and judging from the number of pizza boxes
    lying around, it must be spring already. But you don't care, because
    your program runs, and the code is fast and clever and tight. You won.
    You're aware that some people think you're a nerd. So what? They're
    not players. They've never jousted with Windows or gone hand to hand
    with DOS. To them C++ is a decent grade, almost a B - not a language.
    They barely exist. Like soldiers or artists, you don't care about the
    opinions of civilians. You're building something intricate and fine.
    They'll never understand it.

    BEEKEEPING

    Here's the secret that every successful software company is based on:
    You can domesticate programmers the way beekeepers tame bees. You
    can't exactly communicate with them, but you can get them to swarm in
    one place and when they're not looking, you can carry off the honey.
    You keep these bees from stinging by paying them money. More money
    than they know what to do with. But that's less than you might think.
    You see, all these programmers keep hearing their fathers' voices in
    their heads saying "When are you going to join the real world?" All
    you have to pay them is enough money that they can answer (also in
    their heads) "Geez, Dad, I'm making more than you." On average, this
    is cheap. And you get them to stay in the hive by giving them other
    coders to swarm with. The only person whose praise matters is another
    programmer. Less-talented programmers will idolize them; evenly
    matched ones will challenge and goad one another; and if you want to
    get a good swarm, you make sure that you have at least one certified
    genius coder that they can all look up to, even if he glances at other
    people's code only long enough to sneer at it. He's a Player, thinks
    the junior programmer. He looked at my code. That is enough. If a
    software company provides such a hive, the coders will give up sleep,
    love, health, and clean laundry, while the company keeps the bulk of
    the money.

    OUT OF CONTROL

    Here's the problem that ends up killing company after company. All
    successful software companies had, as their dominant personality, a
    leader who nurtured programmers. But no company can keep such a leader
    forever. Either he cashes out, or he brings in management types who end
    up driving him out, or he changes and becomes a management type himself.
    One way or another, marketers get control. But...control of what?
    Instead of finding assembly lines of productive workers, they quickly
    discover that their product is produced by utterly unpredictable,
    uncooperative, disobedient, and worst of all, unattractive people who
    resist all attempts at management. Put them on a time clock, dress
    them in suits, and they become sullen and start sabotaging the product.
    Worst of all, you can sense that they are making fun of you with every
    word they say.

    SMOKED OUT

    The shock is greater for the coder, though. He suddenly finds that
    alien creatures control his life. Meetings, Schedules, Reports. And
    now someone demands that he PLAN all his programming and then stick to
    the plan, never improving, never tweaking, and never, never touching
    some other team's code. The lousy young programmer who once worshiped
    him is now his tyrannical boss, a position he got because he played
    golf with some sphincter in a suit. The hive has been ruined. The best
    coders leave. And the marketers, comfortable now because they're
    surrounded by power neckties and they have things under control, are
    baffled that each new iteration of their software loses market share
    as the code bloats and the bugs proliferate. Got to get some better
    packaging. Yeah, that's it.
     

  2. Anonymous

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    It's not going to take that long.