Rudezuk
12-18-2003, 08:19 AM
:D :D
'Twas the night before implementation and all through the house,
Not a program was working, not even a browse.
The programmers hung by their tubes in despair,
with hopes that a miracle soon would be there.
The users were nestled all snug in there beds,
while visions of inquiries danced in their heads.
When out of the mainframe there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a super programmer (with a six-pack of beer).
His resume glowed with experience so rare,
he turned out great code with a bit-crunchers flair.
More rapid than eagles, his programs they came,
and he cursed and he muttered, and he called them by name:
On update! On add! On inquiry! On delete!
On batch jobs! On closing! On functions complete!
His eyes were glazed-over, fingers nimble and lean,
from weekends and nights in front of a screen.
A wink of his eye, and a twitch of his head,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but he went straight to his work,
turning specs into code; then turned with a jerk;
And laying a finger upon the "ENTER" key,
the system came up and worked perfectly.
The updates updated, the deletes, they deleted;
the inquires inquired; and closings completed.
He tested each whistle, he tested each bell,
with nary an abend, all had gone well.
The system was finished, the tests were concluded.
The users' last changes were even included.
And the user exclaimed with a snarl and a grunt,
"It's just what I asked for, but not what I want!"
'Twas the night before implementation and all through the house,
Not a program was working, not even a browse.
The programmers hung by their tubes in despair,
with hopes that a miracle soon would be there.
The users were nestled all snug in there beds,
while visions of inquiries danced in their heads.
When out of the mainframe there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a super programmer (with a six-pack of beer).
His resume glowed with experience so rare,
he turned out great code with a bit-crunchers flair.
More rapid than eagles, his programs they came,
and he cursed and he muttered, and he called them by name:
On update! On add! On inquiry! On delete!
On batch jobs! On closing! On functions complete!
His eyes were glazed-over, fingers nimble and lean,
from weekends and nights in front of a screen.
A wink of his eye, and a twitch of his head,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but he went straight to his work,
turning specs into code; then turned with a jerk;
And laying a finger upon the "ENTER" key,
the system came up and worked perfectly.
The updates updated, the deletes, they deleted;
the inquires inquired; and closings completed.
He tested each whistle, he tested each bell,
with nary an abend, all had gone well.
The system was finished, the tests were concluded.
The users' last changes were even included.
And the user exclaimed with a snarl and a grunt,
"It's just what I asked for, but not what I want!"