Needless to say i’m talking about the oversimplified and misleading version of the Schrödinger’s cat paradigm, where he is both dead and alive until you watch it.
I don’t have a job but i follow theater courses at an academy. And my improvisation is both funny and awful until i show it to others.
Code is both great and terrible until it compiles.
In programming there is also the Heisenbug: as soon as you try to observe the bug, it disappears or changes its behavior.
My company is basically 30 startups in a trenchcoat. The bulk of our my org’s application was written 5-10 years ago by like 4 dudes, none of whom work at the company anymore. Cowboy coding doesn’t come close. We have so much legacy code and I alternate between “how the fuck does this work” in an impressed way and a horrified way anytime I look at it
As a bicyclist, I see that we have Schrödinger’s Cyclist: Too poor to be able to afford a car like “normal” people, but also a rich elitist who can afford to commute by bike.
Also, Schrödinger’s Bike Lanes: A conspiracy by car-hating politicians to punish drivers, but also an amenity that only rich elitists get in their neighborhoods.
For work I use a database written in COBOL. Reports are simultaneously running and frozen until I either get the report results or sufficient time has passed that I’m certain the system has crashed.
Employee salaries in HR; they are both correctly paid(employer perspective often), underpaid (employee perspective often), and overpaid (company and co-worker perspective). Depending on how and how often you open the box, any of these views can be accurate.
Well, I work as a bartender, and here in Finland it’s strictly against the law to serve alcohol to, or even allow a “visibly intoxicated person” to enter the premises (a law which almost every bar breaks at some point, intentionally or no), and I think I’ve witnessed multiple times myself how a customer’s level of intoxication reveals itself only after you have served a drink to them and they’ve payed for it. Could it be called a Schrödrinker’s cat?
Not related to the Schrödinger question, but my advice for solving that problem would be to have some little robots trundling about with boxing gloves on. They can randomly harry each your walk-ins with a sudden flurry of blows. By seeing how these people handle the unexpected robotic assault, you should better be able to assess their level of inebriation.
