you mean a real architect
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
I was talking with my "dotted line" boss in Europe in our regular biweekly call on Monday. It happens at 08:30 his time, and he asked me about my weekend. I told him that our son had gotten into the school we'd hope for, explaining that it was attached to a technical university and that my son wanted to be an architect.
At that, the fellow looked up sharply and said, "You mean a real architect?"
That's right, no one grows up thinking they want to be the kind of "architect" that he and I are, alternately producing schematics for IT systems that will never be built, or dealing with the grab-bag of technical and organizational debt across the firm as what my boss has called a "human garburator". Hopefully my son will do something productive with his life.