It is 2000. I'm 18 years old. They say my job won't survive quantum computing (IBM is really close).
It is 2005. I'm 23 years old. They say my job won't survive visual IDEs.
It is 2010. I'm 28 years old. They say my job won't survive smartphones.
It is 2015. I'm 33 years old. They say my job won't survive web3.
It is 2020. I'm 38 years old. They say my job won't survive AI.
It is 2025. I'm 43 years old. They say my job won't survive quantum computing (Microsoft is really close).
It is 2030. I'm 48 years old. They say my job won't survive...
My job will eventually disappear, as many other jobs have in the past and will in the future. Or it will be transformed into something different. Who knows. It didn't exist as it is right now when I was born, and it may not exist when I retire —hopefully after.
If it happens while I'm active in the workforce, I will adapt as I already have in the past, or move on to a different field. I'll have had a good run in software development when it happens.
Maybe the person I talked when I was 18 was a visionary and correct (just off by a few decades).
I'm just glad I didn't listen.
Keep going! Nice post (or poem?) ✨