I wish I were a computer programmer in the 1990s, working in a 10x10 office, indirectly lit by a halogen pole lamp, helping write Windows XP, listening to Soundgarden and STP.
And when you got stuck on something, you could just look at the Windows source code to find out why.
And if you didn't understand it, you could wander down the hallway to the office of the person who actually wrote it and ask them.
And pizza should be a dollar, and there should be a little lake with ducks where I can go smoke during long compiles. And my hair should be awesome, and my monitors heavy.

Asking autistics, what would be your ideal job?


















