The I Feel Down Topic.

[Matt N]

I haven’t got anything that serious that I’m feeling down about today, but I would just appreciate some more rational people talking me down this morning.

As many of you will know, I started my first full-time role out of university just over a month ago. It’s in a Data and Insights team helping to develop data-based web apps using Python, SQL and other technologies, including the Python web framework Django which has been interesting to learn. It’s sort of a mix between a data analyst role and a software development role. I’m really enjoying the work, everybody is really friendly, and overall, it’s just been a wonderful first month that I’ve really enjoyed! This is definitely work I could see myself doing and enjoying long term.

However, I had a good read through some AI-related subreddits on Reddit this morning… and I’m now feeling a bit depressed. Everyone is talking on there about how “AI is coming for your job”, how “programming, software and data are going to be some of the worst hit fields”, how “junior developer roles are becoming completely redundant” and how “the singularity could come as soon as next year”. And it does make me wonder; have I chosen a terrible field to go into? Have I entered the workforce years too late to make a career in data/software development? I’ve done a BSc in Computer Science and an MSc in Data Science and Analytics, I’ve always found programming and data analysis interesting, and I’m loving my job so far, but reading stuff like this online does make me wonder; have I made a terrible long-term career choice with AI progressing like it has been?

Fundamentally, I fear deep down that I’m not high enough up in my job to be irreplaceable by AI in the long term. I’ve received seemingly positive feedback from my line manager and colleagues so far, but will that be enough to prevent my job from being AI’d away? Everyone online is talking about how “only senior data and programming roles are valuable now”, and it scares the hell out of me.

Are my worries valid?

 

[GooseOnTheLoose]

Are my worries valid?

Yes and no.

Google Translate has been around for quite a while now, translators are not out of business.

Everyone now pretty much has a cinema, or higher, quality camera in their pocket. Photographers and videographers are not out of business.

Sage, Excel, QuickBooks, etc, have been around for thirty years, there are still accountants and finance people.

The tech world are in a panic because for the first time in their history, jobs which looked as though they'd be a dead certainty for years to come are now being challenged. Shibboleths are being broken.

You've chosen a pivotal time for the industry, but it's not a bad one. It's a time of opportunity. Low level grunt coders are probably going to go, but you will still need someone to check over the generated output (both code and programme output). Someone will need to write and maintain the systems.

One final factor, in this quick pep talk, is that very few people end up doing the exact same job for their entire career. You will learn new skills, in addition to the extremely desirable and transferable skills you have now. Most importantly, you understand how these systems work. You are in a perfect position to be able to get the most proficient and optimal use out of them. In your current job you tell a computer what to do in a language which isn't native. You'll soon be able to tell it what to do in your native tongue. That's really the only change. You'll be fine. I'll tell you when you're not.

 

[spotweld]

AI is just a bubble like the dot-com boom and bust. Don't worry.

 

[GooseOnTheLoose]

AI is just a bubble like the dot-com boom and bust. Don't worry.

Remind me, where are you posting this?

The dot com bubble bursting didn't kill the internet, or websites, it destroyed overvalued companies who couldn't deliver on their promises.

That being said, for every dot com company who went bust during the bubble, there is now a profitable company delivering exactly what it promised in its place.

The tech bubble has been predicted to burst again, every single year since 2001. I'm still waiting.

 

[STEJENT]

I am always interested in the whole debate around AI and its impact on human society and their ability to make a living.
This is a concern that’s been around for decades, maybe even centuries.
I’m sure everyone was panicking when production lines were automated and cars started being built by robots.
When I got my first job at Tesco they just introduced self service checkouts and every customer would comment on how they were going to make our jobs obsolete.
That was almost 20 years ago and that still hasn’t happened. I don’t work at Tesco now but as a customer I see lots of busy staff still having to work on these checkouts.
Some jobs may benefit from AI but it doesn’t mean much because if someone isn’t being paid to do a job then it’s one less person who could also be a potential customer.
It’s been discussed that if this would happen then there would be an introduction of a “Basic Universal Income” that everyone would get to meet their living expenses. I’m not sure what would happen in regard to the disproportionate distribution of wealth, but it would be interesting to see.


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[rob666]

When I started work all those years ago, a naughty chief clerk went into the typing pool and told all the staff they would be replaced with computers and word processors (what are they?) within five years.
They were.
All kept their jobs within the company.

 

[The_bup]

Weird thing happened today.

I’ve been enjoying my seasonal job so far. Yes, I get home past midnight, but jumpscaring people and talking to coworkers has been very interesting. I can’t say it’s a bouncing up and down in excitement kind of joy; it isn’t without it’s faults, primarily the unsocial hours, but I felt contented, I suppose. It is colourful.

Today was a free day of respite; no job in sight, but I was reintroduced to the more familiar type of contentment I have during my normal life. Perhaps a more melancholic one. Despite running on very little sleep, College was quite easy, even for monday, where I am busy all day. But just when I got home, I was hit by that familiar energy deficit I get, even before my job started. I felt.. fine. I played Silksong, which I enjoy. I sat around. I played some music, although stopped because reading can be frustrating and dull. I drew a bit. I want to maybe do some sculpting, but I can’t be arsed and sat about some more.

I then remembered and re-experienced how temperamental I get after doing what are pretty much my core hobbies. Talking to my family was just exhausting. The conversation was as normal as ever. I help serve up. Dad gives me advice about my job and my sore throat. He’s probably right, but I feel some need to know more than he does. I guess he hasn’t done this job before.. but I know he’s right. Either way, the mild frustration makes me feel drained. My younger sister talks about her ever so turbulent but ever so ordinary social life, butting heads with the other girls over what not. She’s talking about her nerves about going to Tulleys tomorrow, talking about how shocking the mazes are. I speak back what I know (I work there after all) which as it happens is a little less bombastic than the claims and rumours. I feel like i’m trying to calm her nerves, but really I know she doesn’t want them calmed, and i’m just being sodding boring again.

I make some humour. I say that the college wifi reades all your keystrokes, so I said it could be funny to try and flag it in the most safe, but also bizarre way possible. I get told its a bad idea, and no one seems to find any humour in it. I thought it could be like when they tell me about funny stories from their youth, getting into all kinds of trouble, that they even encourage. Living a little, they say! Stealing a sundial or having a crazy night out with rugby friends. I don’t have a group like that, so I thought it was a kind of compromise, but I guess not.

It reminded me of a week ago where, with my two friends, we found a banana perched in a birch tree. I ate it because I thought it was funny. It was very tasty and fresh, and was fine in the end. I thought at the time that the peel would be like a protective wrapper, and I ruled out the theory that people had left drugged bananas in trees, because it seemed pretty daft. But, when it came up in conversation, they weren’t happy. Apparently something silly like this isn‘t conducive to making friends; I am in absolutely no position to denounce this or say it is anything other than absolute truth, because again, they're right. But yet, I found something so freeing in that experience that I feel was squandered after that. And I still don’t have rugby friends like they did, I don’t play and I don’t do much of anything of the sort.
But it also swings the other way, perhaps I’m too much of a square, it seems. Trying to make good on some college admin, telling them I will have to leave early one day, when they say I don’t need to tell them at all. Wow, I am so confused. Well, maybe not confused, but certainly stumped by this whole navigating as a human thing.

Ultimately, this is unfair for me to say it like this, I make them sound bad. They aren’t. They tell me they're proud of me for doing my job and such, and even being proud of me (in my self reflection) being idle. But I will admit, to me all that sort of tunes out into the background.

And then - of course - the dinner conversation ends with some big joke about them devising a really scary scare maze about pedophiles or whatever. Throw in Epstein and Hawking or whatever, it wont change the fact that the joke hits my comedic taste buds like eating spoonfulls of sour cream at time, so to speak. Although to everyone else it seems to hit like a luxurious steak.

I go upstairs after another Dad briefing and draw, where I thought about all this. I like t
drawing H.R Giger type stuff, I appreciate the raw forms and fun I have making it, oh was I so contented but melancholy? Was I doing anything right? Would I rather be a tree? I think I wanted to cry a bit, but I don’t because none of it feels all very real to begin with?

Was this what my life was like before the past few weeks..? What an odd rant I just made, sorry if any typos. But still, life, wow. What a gift, and what an interesting vessel to exist in.

I just wanted to write this all out. Probably isn’t the best idea to dump it all on the internet, but what the hell. You all have been very reputable, and I shouldn’t be afraid for people to see what I’m thinking.

 

[GooseOnTheLoose]

Weird thing happened today.

I’ve been enjoying my seasonal job so far. Yes, I get home past midnight, but jumpscaring people and talking to coworkers has been very interesting. I can’t say it’s a bouncing up and down in excitement kind of joy; it isn’t without it’s faults, primarily the unsocial hours, but I felt contented, I suppose. It is colourful.

Today was a free day of respite; no job in sight, but I was reintroduced to the more familiar type of contentment I have during my normal life. Perhaps a more melancholic one. Despite running on very little sleep, College was quite easy, even for monday, where I am busy all day. But just when I got home, I was hit by that familiar energy deficit I get, even before my job started. I felt.. fine. I played Silksong, which I enjoy. I sat around. I played some music, although stopped because reading can be frustrating and dull. I drew a bit. I want to maybe do some sculpting, but I can’t be arsed and sat about some more.

I then remembered and re-experienced how temperamental I get after doing what are pretty much my core hobbies. Talking to my family was just exhausting. The conversation was as normal as ever. I help serve up. Dad gives me advice about my job and my sore throat. He’s probably right, but I feel some need to know more than he does. I guess he hasn’t done this job before.. but I know he’s right. Either way, the mild frustration makes me feel drained. My younger sister talks about her ever so turbulent but ever so ordinary social life, butting heads with the other girls over what not. She’s talking about her nerves about going to Tulleys tomorrow, talking about how shocking the mazes are. I speak back what I know (I work there after all) which as it happens is a little less bombastic than the claims and rumours. I feel like i’m trying to calm her nerves, but really I know she doesn’t want them calmed, and i’m just being sodding boring again.

I make some humour. I say that the college wifi reades all your keystrokes, so I said it could be funny to try and flag it in the most safe, but also bizarre way possible. I get told its a bad idea, and no one seems to find any humour in it. I thought it could be like when they tell me about funny stories from their youth, getting into all kinds of trouble, that they even encourage. Living a little, they say! Stealing a sundial or having a crazy night out with rugby friends. I don’t have a group like that, so I thought it was a kind of compromise, but I guess not.

It reminded me of a week ago where, with my two friends, we found a banana perched in a birch tree. I ate it because I thought it was funny. It was very tasty and fresh, and was fine in the end. I thought at the time that the peel would be like a protective wrapper, and I ruled out the theory that people had left drugged bananas in trees, because it seemed pretty daft. But, when it came up in conversation, they weren’t happy. Apparently something silly like this isn‘t conducive to making friends; I am in absolutely no position to denounce this or say it is anything other than absolute truth, because again, they're right. But yet, I found something so freeing in that experience that I feel was squandered after that. And I still don’t have rugby friends like they did, I don’t play and I don’t do much of anything of the sort.
But it also swings the other way, perhaps I’m too much of a square, it seems. Trying to make good on some college admin, telling them I will have to leave early one day, when they say I don’t need to tell them at all. Wow, I am so confused. Well, maybe not confused, but certainly stumped by this whole navigating as a human thing.

Ultimately, this is unfair for me to say it like this, I make them sound bad. They aren’t. They tell me they're proud of me for doing my job and such, and even being proud of me (in my self reflection) being idle. But I will admit, to me all that sort of tunes out into the background.

And then - of course - the dinner conversation ends with some big joke about them devising a really scary scare maze about pedophiles or whatever. Throw in Epstein and Hawking or whatever, it wont change the fact that the joke hits my comedic taste buds like eating spoonfulls of sour cream at time, so to speak. Although to everyone else it seems to hit like a luxurious steak.

I go upstairs after another Dad briefing and draw, where I thought about all this. I like t
drawing H.R Giger type stuff, I appreciate the raw forms and fun I have making it, oh was I so contented but melancholy? Was I doing anything right? Would I rather be a tree? I think I wanted to cry a bit, but I don’t because none of it feels all very real to begin with?

Was this what my life was like before the past few weeks..? What an odd rant I just made, sorry if any typos. But still, life, wow. What a gift, and what an interesting vessel to exist in.

I just wanted to write this all out. Probably isn’t the best idea to dump it all on the internet, but what the hell. You all have been very reputable, and I shouldn’t be afraid for people to see what I’m thinking.

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