and Words
That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane
Lenny Bruce is not afraid
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs, don’t misserve your own needs
Feed it off an aux, speak, grunt, no, strength
The ladder starts to clatter with fear fight, down, height
Wire in a fire, representing seven games
And a government for hire and a combat site
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
Having spent an extra year in college getting a second major, I arrived at Microsoft in July of 1991. Washinton lies clear across the country of my home state of Florida. I landed that first real job after graduating, and in most measurable ways, I became an adult. I paid my own bills, had my own place, and contributed to society in a meaningful way. My job involved learning, understanding, and doing a class of thing that few people do. I took pride in it.
That said, Microsoft during the 1990’s was both an incredible place to learn and thrive and somewhat of a corporate dorm party. Many places brag about flex time, which is little more than basically saying that you don’t have a time clock. Microsoft took it to another level. If you could accomplish all your work between midnight and 8am and never see another human, it was fine. We were siloed, vertical stacks of technical information, and that was fine. Most new employees got their own offices upon arrival or shortly after; this only exacerbated the problem.