When I work in Java, I wouldn’t say I feel joy. I don’t feel like I’m riding a fast stallion through beautiful wooded hills, the wind in my long, flowing hair. I feel more like I’m struggling to convince a workhorse to pull a plow.
When I work in Java, I wouldn’t say I feel joy. I don’t feel like I’m riding a fast stallion through beautiful wooded hills, the wind in my long, flowing hair. I feel more like I’m struggling to convince a workhorse to pull a plow.