Why the fuck I am doing all of this. It is a good question.
I am a programmer specialized on Information Security.
I am grateful for the opportunity. I thank the All Mighty and Ashera for the opportunity.
I see my job as an unique opportunity to protect people.
I like to protect people. I like help to achieve things operating in an ideal state where innocent people and their assets are secure from external threats.
I have seen the kind of damage done when the wrong people get the right data. I am not going to let that happen in my shift.
I have been in a difficult spot lately. Inside and out. Let's say I love my occupation and at the same time I am very close to not care if I get fired.
I cannot get into details right now. Let's say I am servant for two masters that do not agree with each other. In fact they hate each other.
Companies...eat each other but not in the way organic entities do it. That picture of the smaller fish eating a bigger fish, it is the first part of the model. To eat a prey in the natural world you have to first kill it.
In the corporate world when an organization assimilates another, there are remnants floating around the belly of The Beast. Some stubborn proteins from the old regime sometimes can regroup themselves and operate with double schedules
Without the right Philosopher King at the top, this can lead to noise, friction, disruption and even open wars inside the system itself. Stafford Beer would have a blast with this I suppose.
This kind of noise, it weakens the security posture of the organization as a whole because exhaust people in charge of protect.
Outsourcing does not help, believe me. Mercenaries protecting Rome only accelerated the destruction of the Empire. "Just put more people in the production line". Recipe for disaster.
We all dream with a Philosopher King that ears everyone needs and solve everyones problems. Achieves peace. Makes things work. But what I see more and more often is people that just don't care. Even I sometimes I just phase out. I forget myself in the daily routine of the trenches