It came down to a Capital T…

I had an opportunity to take a coding challenge from Dorsia with very strict rules:

  • No AI
  • No googling for info
  • Use your own code editor
  • Share your screen and video

Everything started perfectly. I was able to get the initial tests functional and things sailed very well. Then I had to write an exclusion routine and test cases for that. This is where the wall started to fall in…

I spent over 40 minutes on a problem I couldn’t diagnose, which left the remainder of the challenge with minor doubts. After getting up and walking around things magically fell into place and it came down to the letter “T” that was sabotaging me, as well as my code editor.

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Walt Huntley

Recently this came alive due to “A Homeless Man in Central Park“. I was able to trace this back to 2005 from a forum post on, hilariously, steven-seagal.net.

How good it is that God above has never gone on strike.
Because he was not treated fair in things he didn’t like,
If only once he’d given up and said, “That’s it, I’m through!”
“I’ve had enough of those on earth, so this is what I’ll do.”
I’ll give my orders to the sun-cut off the heat supply!”
“And to the moon-give no more light, and run the oceans dry.”
“Then just to make things really tough and put the pressure on,
Turn off the vital oxygen till every breath is gone!”

You know He would be justified, if fairness was the game,
For no one has been more abused or met with more disdain
Than God, and yet He carries on, supplying you and me
With all the favors of His grace, and everything for free.
Men say they want a better deal, and so on strike they go,
But what a deal we’ve given God to whom all things we owe.
We don’t care whom we hurt to gain the things we like;
But what a mess we’d all be in,if God should go on strike.