à méditer

Ces paroles trouvent un certain écho pour moi en ce moment :

Some of them develop the love because 

they find out it’s very good to be a programmer and some of them lose the 

love because they find themselves in an 

environment that crushes that love out 

of them. It’s an environment where they 

are driven by deadlines and driven by 

pressure and they have to work overtime 

and after a while they ask themselves: 

why did I get into this horrible situation? 

Then they leave and become a chicken 

farmer. 

(Robert C. Martin, ici)

Quelqu'un est dans cette situation en France ?