The programmer, let's call him Stas (because that's his name), has always loved, appreciated and respected freedom of choice. He considered the best political system to be democracy, which allows each citizen to independently choose what and how to do.
Stas sincerely believed: if you give a person freedom, he will choose exactly what his soul wants and will take up the work of his life. In this matter, he will develop, and succeed, and find the meaning of life.
Choosing his first job, Stas was looking for democracy. He rejected all offers from end customers and murky offices with aggressive bosses. But he accepted the offer of a company that provided programming and customization services for 1C.
Because there was democracy. Stas found what he was looking for. At least, so it seemed to him.
Democracy
Everything was arranged very simply. There are a couple of dozen programmers - both young, like Stas, and for a long time, experienced specialists. There are a couple of hundred clients who periodically need to fix, improve, and automate something. The client addresses his problem and asks to solve it. This is where democracy began.
The only person who could find the executor for the task was himself. Each request was thrown into the general information space, like a labor exchange, and those who wanted to take the task for themselves responded. It happened that no one responded. It happened that a queue was lined up, and then the manager arranged a “reverse auction”, as in public procurement - the winner was the one who made it cheaper.
If no one responded, the task disappeared somewhere. Rumored to be in another department.
For a couple of days, Stas did not know how to dispose of the freedom given to him. He had a poor understanding of what exactly needs to be done in each task, and while he was pondering and googling, someone was intercepting the task. Stas looked at those requests that no one took to work with awe - there must be something terrible there.
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Maybe this is the imprint of the GULAG? Some kind of Stockholm Syndrome variant? A habit, or already a need for torment and difficulties? Or vice versa - now he is doing everything right, but then, at the beginning, he disposed of freedom in the wrong way, that's why he got cut?
And while Stas pondered, his successes were strengthened. The bosses noticed and offered Stas to lead a group of programmers inside the department. He agreed. The question arose how to organize the work. Stas said: work the way you worked.
But the programmers said: we didn’t come to you for that, to work as we did. We want to work like you. Teach us. We want it like you.
To the question "where is democracy?" Stas never answered. True, he stopped looking for an answer.