A Data Modeling Story
It was another dreary, rainy day, and the bad news seemed to be coming in waves.
Yet another IT project had been cancelled. Now we were having the project postmortem to assign blame and begin the process of punishing the guilty. My boss was visibly sweating as he tried to defend our data model and database design. His peers were jointly attacking like hyenas swarming on a weakened gazelle.
Just as the walls of his last defense were beginning to be breached, I felt a buzzing in my pocket from a poorly timed cell phone call. I checked the caller Id to find it was my mom. She only calls during work hours when it ...