Time Mansour - Chapter 7



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Episode 7 Keyboard and Code

cloud.

And spring.

The rain that had been pouring down for weeks has stopped, the weather is getting warmer, and spring is getting ready to move in.

The petals were all blown away by the wind and rain. Only the few remaining leaves were struggling to hold on to the branches.

I smile happily at the news that spring is leaving.

I started to hate spring since I started working.

therefore.

I hated spring as much as clouds.

**

The next day.

Vice President Kim Tae-hyung was absent the day before due to a business trip.

I heard about yesterday’s incident from Manager Cho. He looked at me with an apologetic expression.

“I’m sorry. Director Jeong always has a hard time because of our company’s development team.”

“I said it was ridiculous that Delphi couldn’t do it. Well. Then did they do a good job with Spring?”

Manager Cho, as always, answers on my behalf.

A day has passed, but he still looks angry.

In fact, it was true that software written in Delphi could not be touched by the development team.

Even knowing that, Manager Cho was just being unreasonable on purpose because he was annoyed at the fact that he had pushed things forward before.

“That’s right. If only the development team had done a good job at Spring, I would have had no other wishes.”

I find myself muttering without realizing it.

Spring.

spring.

It is the source of all my suffering.

Java-based web framework. Spring. Since it is a framework designated as a domestic standard by the government, in Korea, Java is virtually the same as Spring.

In other words, you can think of it as Java, a widely used programming language.

The problem is.

That spring is Whitesoft. It’s our company’s open source.

Of course, I’m not a developer and Spring isn’t my job.

Unfortunately, the elders above Joongang Bank didn’t think so.

If you work at Handae Motors, you are someone who thinks you should also know the popular products at Handae Department Store.

“Spring? It’s a white soft product. There’s a TAM inside that bank. Ask him to help you.”

Well. I didn’t hear it directly, but I think that’s what he said.

Besides, the other platform team members, excluding me, are all server engineers by default.

Most cloud engineers come from a server engineer background.

To the people above, it looks like we’re all computer guys.

Server engineers and developers have completely different roles.

Developers are creators, and engineers are operators.

Most server engineers were ignorant of software.

Of course, the opposite is also true.

It’s rare for someone like me to move between engineer and developer roles.

It’s because I know how to do our company’s products.

Difficult development issues were thrust upon me.

“We’re not launching real spaceships. We’re just making a few web pages. Why can’t developers do this?”

What can I do?

Developers can’t develop.

Real developers don’t come to the composition bank.

Manager Cho’s expression darkened as my complaints brought back terrible memories from late last year.

“Now that we start developing the app in earnest, chaos will unfold again.”

“That’s right. I can’t even dream of small talk like this. I’d just be staring blankly at the monitor.”

“That’s right… You really don’t know what a person is like. When I was young, I didn’t know that I would grow up and just stare at the computer all day. I thought I would do something more active…”

Then, Manager Cho stretches. As he stretches his arms toward the ceiling, his thick forearms become more noticeable.

“That’s right. Me too. I thought I’d be working at a publishing company. Somehow, I ended up here.”

Song nodded and accepted Manager Jo’s words.

Song Sa-won graduated from the Department of Korean Literature. This is not an unusual case. There are many non-majors in this field.

“Come to think of it. What was your dream, Director?”

“Me. I wanted to spend my whole life just typing on the keyboard.”

“Oh! So you originally dreamed of being an engineer? No. You started out as a developer, sir. A developer?”

“No, not this keyboard either.”

I smiled and pointed to the keyboard with my finger.

Everyone looks at me with a puzzled expression.

The employees’ expressions seemed to be as if they were wondering what strange thing they were talking about again.

I was in the band all through middle and high school.

I played the keyboard within the group.

When I was young, I believed I would be successful in music.

That was one of the few dreams a teenage boy from an orphanage could have.

After graduating from high school.

Until I learned about the reality of the facility for the disabled where my older sister was staying…

Well, that’s what happened.

“I played keyboard in a band when I was in middle and high school.”

Then I pretended to play the piano in the air.

“Mr. Director? You said you made music?”

“Lies. It doesn’t suit you at all.”

Everyone opens their eyes wide in surprise.

“What is this reaction?”

“It doesn’t suit you at all.”

“That’s right. It’s weird.”

I’m confused.

Is that all?

“I am more familiar with guitar code than Java code.”

I replied with a slight joke at the serious look on his face.

“Huh? You really know how to play the guitar? I thought you didn’t even know Red and Blue?”

“I know. Why don’t you know about idols who are on and off Billboard? Even in the early days of that group, they had a band concept.”

I couldn’t help but get angry at Song’s absurd remark.

Red blue.

A famous female idol who frequently rises and falls in the top ranks of the Billboard charts.

This is a group that everyone has probably heard of at least once.

“Oh! Do you happen to know all the members’ names?”

“Hey, sir. You never know.”

“I vote for I don’t know either. How about we bet lunch on this?”

Manager Cho shook his head at Song Seo-yeon’s words.

I haven’t said anything yet.

Before we knew it, the betting had begun.

“I vote for not knowing a single member. But does this bet stand?”

Even Vice President Kim, who is over 40 years old, joined in. Vice President Kim, who had been watching from afar, added a word.

As Vice President Kim said, the bet could not be made because everyone voted for I don’t know.

As they chatted among themselves, eventually all eyes turned to me.

“Ah··· That···”

I scratch my head and stutter.

I don’t know.

I have no idea.

I haven’t watched a music show since high school.

however.

Not caring even about my embarrassed appearance.

The newcomer shoves his phone in and flips through the photos one by one to the left.

They are all equally pretty.

I couldn’t even tell who was who.

Who is this person? Who is this person?

So, I couldn’t answer and each photo went by one by one.

The employees nodded their heads, saying, “Okay, then.”

“Then lastly. What about the child?”

A newbie asks me in a voice that has no expectation at all.

As expected, you don’t know.

While everyone was thinking that way.

At that moment.

Looking at the last member’s photo.

“Lee Jun-seong!!”

I stood up from my seat without realizing it and shouted.

The employees looked at me as if they couldn’t believe it.

“yes?”

“Who is Junseong? Is he the director’s friend?”

“Mina. Mina. Real name Kim Min-a. Why is there a man’s name there?”

I tilted my head. No matter how I looked at it, it was too similar.

Just in case, I looked for more photos.

No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like it was the person I had met.

**

‘Ting.’

I stop by the convenience store in front of my house on my way home from work.

I should buy a lunch box.

After I moved to a foreign company and got a raise, I stopped eating at home.

Because I didn’t have enough money to live, I had no choice but to cook for myself.

Because I didn’t enjoy cooking.

“Hello, how are you?”

I came out of the convenience store while listening to the awkward Korean greetings of a foreign part-time worker.

As I put the change in my wallet, I take out the memo and look at it for no reason.

I searched through internet articles and found out Lee Jun-seong’s identity.

‘This was the manager’s number.’

Her real name is Kim Min-a. She was a famous person.

I remember all the singers who were active in the mid-2000s.

From famous pop singers to fairly well-known indie bands.

If it were the old days, I would have been overjoyed after receiving an autograph.

Nowadays, even if you meet a famous idol right in front of you, you wouldn’t notice.

Everything has changed a lot.

After thinking about it for a while, I shook my head from side to side again.

If I keep thinking like this, I’ll end up resenting my older sister.

Now that my older sister had left, I didn’t want to do that anymore, so I tried to think of something else and went home.

**

My sister’s room.

Is this a gift my sister gave me?

or not.

Should I get punished?

Even though I try to think of something else, my sister’s face keeps coming into my mind.

A room where time stops. Suddenly, I thought that maybe this wasn’t a gift my sister gave me, but a punishment.

Because we have become rich in time, but we have forgotten how to use that time.

“Sister. Did you resent me?”

Spitting unanswered questions into the air.

Now there is no way to know what is on my sister’s mind.

I throw my lunch box on the desk and immediately turn on the computer.

Here we go again.

In-memory grid. Message broker.

I displayed the English manuals for both products on the screen and translated them while reading them alternately.

You start tapping your fingers on the keyboard as if you were playing music.