Back when I was at my first university, working on my B.Sc., it was obvious for us, students, to always try to get into any possible, open IT event in the town. We were hungry for knowledge, for experience, anxious looking at the future.One of the really bad professors out there, told us on the first lecture, that whatever we learn is going to be outdated the moment we learn it. He said that we won’t be able to keep up the pace, that we will burn out, we will be replaced by some newfags before we even learn to do the job. And there is no hope for us.
It wasn’t a good university, it was a young one. A young university in a small town, with very old professors. Some of those guys were there, because no one else would take them. So yeah, we were anxious. Anxious that we are not getting any good education, anxious we will not find a good job afterwards, anxious we will become burned out before we know it.
But we were also very young, young enough to believe, we won’t be giving it up without a fight. And thus we were learning on our own, reading books, coding, getting together and sharing what little knowledge we had. And we applied for every interesting position around, to get as much experience as we could.
Not that we had many options. As I said, it was a small town.
After B.Sc., I moved to Warsaw. Started my M.Sc. at another university, which turned out to be no better, but it didn’t matter any more. I had a good job as a programmer, with fantastic, smart people. In half a year, I learned more, than in five years at all the universities.
Then I moved to another company. Changed the technology stack completely. Started anew, and had great time learning from all those smart people around me, and teaching them whatever I could.
And there was not a single event I would attend to, or hear anybody do it. It seemed like a thing of the past. We had so much knowledge to learn inside the company, why move, why go anywhere at all?
And then I switched my technology stack again. I joined TouK. This time, however, it seemed like I could spread a lot more knowledge about TDD, OOP and good practices, than before. But to do that, I had to fill the holes in my knowledge really fast. So I got myself some books, some RSS’es, some tutorials. One day, my boss sent us an invitation for a Warsaw Java User Group meeting. Some guys were coming. I signed up to the mailing group, and off I went.
There I was, back at the University, getting to know other hairy guys at WJUG meetings, learning about their craft, their interests, and their passions. Encouraged by someone, I went to a conference. Then another. I started attending conferences on regular basis. Actually, I started attending all the Java conferences in Poland. And there are quite a few, I tell you.
Something strange happened. Apart from the technologies, personal experiences, tricks and traps, I learned something completely different. I knew I was getting tired by everyday work, that my energy was much higher after right after holidays, and I’d be much less efficient just before one. I knew I could find myself burned out, one day. I heard a story here and there, in the kitchen, over the coffee table. Someone with a sad look would mention, he has no fun anymore. The job became tiresome. Someone would talk about buying a farm. Or a workshop. Getting out of this line of work.
But at those WJUG meetings, at those conferences, my energy was replenished. The enthusiasm and passion for cool technology, hanging right out in the air, would be contagious. The people, with eyes burning bright for great things they could learn and bring back home… I could feel their hunger for knowledge. And I was back, to my student years again, feeling everything is possible. Not anxious about my future this time.
That was great.
I wanted to help those, who make it happen. To somehow thank them. And I could do that in two ways: either by helping organize, or by sharing what I knew. I prepared a small presentation about Craftsmanship for WJUG, and got a positive feedback. Then I had another, about Spring Security, and another, and so on. Then I answered a call for papers, and got myself speaking at conferences. And it was great too. I joined another great group, Agile Warsaw. I even organized a weekly workshop, here at TouK, to get all the shy people to share, and learn how good it feels.
I have to confess, though. Speaking at conferences is a terrible strain for an anti-social, hairy guy like me. There is so much stress involved. If I wanted to be in spotlights, I wouldn’t become a programmer in the first place. No one digs inside computers, because of love for humanity, I suppose.
Local group meetings, like WJUG, are a completely different story, however. Those are semi-formal, with 50-150 people in an old University assembly hall, with half of them hairy sociopaths in Amiga Forever T-shirts or alike, with beards that would make Richards Stallman proud, swearing like Linus Torvalds when he was thanking Nvidia, and making jokes that would fit right into bash.org, xkcd or the Jargon File. It feels good to be around them. It feels at home.
One of the unforeseen consequences of getting out to conferences and meetings, is that you get a lot of cool gadgets. A hat from oracle, a ninja coder from Amazon, an energy drink from Microsoft with Linux/PHP/Ruby all over it, a nerd pistol, tons of T-shirts. I didn’t have to buy a T-shirt for years. Sometimes, you even get a licence or a ticket.
Thanks to WJUG, I have the IntelliJ Idea and JProfiler, both of which are extremely good and handy pieces of software.
And yesterday… well yesterday, I got a ticket for Devoxx in Belgium, saving me a few hundred Euros.
So in case you didn’t already, get your lazy ass out, and join a local technology group, go to conferences, write a blog, share with people. You’ll be surprised by the unforeseen benefits.
Even if you are a hairy sociopath, like me.