I have the same problem in the office where I work. Mostly I’m relatively stoic about it. Sometimes it makes me sad. I built my career in the post tech boom

I have the same problem in the office where I work. Mostly I’m relatively stoic about it. Sometimes it makes me sad. I built my career in the post tech boom 2000s in a culture where engineering and product were hands-down the most important people in the business. If I wanted to bolt a cool second hand espresso grinder to the mini kitchen wall — one bought with my own massively over egged salary — then no one could stop me. Paint a mural paying homage to a map(parseInt) type bug that took down the site? Sure! Here’s a sculpture made of empty beer cans from Friday night drinks in the office. All very silly, hit/miss sometimes on taste, but all part of the flavour. Everyone did things like this: hosted silly parties, brought in weird food, etc etc. The sense of eccentric character was strong. Hackers were hackers in everything, not just their codebase. Now I get admonished by HR anytime I do anything which they perceive as being equivalent to daubing crayon in the walls. Merry Christmas HN. Keep the spirit of hacker-past alive!