From the conversation on this article over on lobste.rs [1]
> This is exactly why I left my last job. First day on the job, I was told I was senior, look for work. Second (or at most maybe third?) day on the job, literally, I was told that I’d stuck in my neck into places it didn’t belong, and to ask first. I then asked where there was an org chart or something so I could know who to ask, and my boss said none existed. So I went into some team chat rooms to ask who owned what, and was then told to stay in my team’s chat room. All of this in the first week or perhaps two, absolute tops.
> ...
> Anyway, I don’t work there now, but those parts of this blog post you highlighted gave me PTSD flashbacks.
> This is exactly why I left my last job. First day on the job, I was told I was senior, look for work. Second (or at most maybe third?) day on the job, literally, I was told that I’d stuck in my neck into places it didn’t belong, and to ask first. I then asked where there was an org chart or something so I could know who to ask, and my boss said none existed. So I went into some team chat rooms to ask who owned what, and was then told to stay in my team’s chat room. All of this in the first week or perhaps two, absolute tops.
> ...
> Anyway, I don’t work there now, but those parts of this blog post you highlighted gave me PTSD flashbacks.
[1] https://lobste.rs/s/j1gmob/room_where_it_happens_how_rails_g...