Fez.
Fez is a senior engineer who works for me. He’s fictional, but you know Fez. He’s the guy who wrote that piece of code 9 million years ago that everyone is dependent on, but no one knows what exactly it does because Fez didn’t bother to comment a single line . . . oh yeah, and he wrote it in Forth.
Fez has his own office and he nods a lot. It’s the nod of a man who believes he’s got rock-solid job security because his technology is critical. Fez bugs a lot of people, but when it hits the fan, Fez saves the day because he’s carefully cordoned off a critical path that ...
