It’s been two years since I’ve written a blog entry. What have I been doing all this time? I’m not sure. I was too young to have gone through the sixties, but I feel like that’s where I have been. I have this feeling like I was part of some big party, like Woodstock, and now the party is over and I’m wondering, what next?
All I remember is that I was working as a contractor for IBM. I wasn’t the best programmer there, but I was making really good money and I knew COM really well. In fact, I felt I knew COM so well that I decided to hang out with the best. I flew to California in search of fame and fortune. I went and applied to DevelopMentor.
DevelopMentor is a training company. At the time, DevelopMentor was teaching COM and all of the best known speakers that taught COM worked there. I mean these guys knew everything. I knew them all from their articles in MSJ. I had Don Box’s Essential COM book practically memorized. At family gatherings I would explain to all my relatives what Don wrote in his first chapter — why we needed COM. True, not a lot of my relatives appreciated the beauty of COM, but that didn’t stop me. I wanted to be one of them.
I applied and I made it. I became a DevelopMentor instructor. I was one of the guys. I would walk down the hall with my head held high and the other instructors knew my name. True, one of the instructors always called me by the wrong name, but that was all good.
We were talking about changing the world. I had connections. I could write for the best magazines if I wanted to, I could speak at conferences, I could turn down jobs because they paid too little. And I could say things like, “Oh yeah, I know him. He and I both teach at DevelopMentor. We’re practically best friends.”
I was writing books for O’Reilly. I was travelling all over teaching COM. The students loved me. Sometimes they would give me a six out of five in the evaluations. If a lady did that, I would show my wife, and she’d get jelous.
And then one day, crash. Everything went downhill. To protect the innocent, I’m not going to say what happened, but everyone at DevelopMentor went their separate ways and the party was over. DevelopMentor is still there, but the guys that I joined DevelopMentor for are not.
I am now working in a cubicle, programming in C#. It’s been 1.5 years since I’ve talked to people at DevelopMentor. My books are behind a closed cabinet over my cube.
My friends at work now have blogs. They say, “You know, you should write a blog.” I say, “Yeah, maybe I should.” Once in a while I catch a glimpse of the old days in their eyes, when I hear one of them say, “I want to write a book someday,” or, “It would be fun to teach.” Then they say, “Hey, you wrote some books once, right? You are Jose Mojica aren’t you?”
I pull my hood back and answer, “Jose Mojica, Jose Mojica, now that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time.”