Alright, so let me tell you about this thing, this “Diez Menos Ocho” situation. Sounds fancy, maybe, but it’s just what we ended up calling it.
It all started with this project, or task, whatever you wanna call it. Landed on my desk. And boy, the buildup! You’d think we were trying to solve world hunger or something. Meetings, endless meetings. Whiteboards full of scribbles that made no sense. People talking big words. This thing was supposed to be a monster, a solid “ten” on the difficulty scale. Needed a special team, new tools, the whole shebang.
So, How Did I Tackle This “Ten”?
I figured, okay, let’s see what this beast is all about. I’m not one for just listening to talk. I gotta get my hands dirty, you know? So, I told everyone, “Gimme a bit, let me look.” Shut my door, or well, put on my headphones, same difference. It’s all about focus, right?
First thing, I just tried to understand what the heck we actually needed to do. Not what everyone thought we needed, or what sounded cool. Just the bare bones. I spent some time just going through the requirements, if you could even call them that. More like a wish list, really.
The “Diez Menos Ocho” Unveiled
And that’s when it happened. The “Diez Menos Ocho” moment. After digging around for a bit, cutting through all the noise, it became clear. This big, scary “ten” everyone was fussing about? It was mostly fluff. Seriously. I remember sitting back and just thinking, “No way it’s this straightforward.”
The actual core problem, the thing we really had to fix or build, it was tiny. Like, a “two.” All that other stuff, the “eight,” was just… I don’t know, overthinking? People trying to make it sound more important? Who knows. It felt like someone took a simple job and wrapped it in ten layers of nonsense.
Getting to the “Two”
So, what did I do? I just did the “two.” Didn’t ask for a new team. Didn’t need fancy new software. I just rolled up my sleeves. Used the stuff we already had, wrote a bit of simple code, hooked a few things together. Tested it. Bang. Worked. Did the job. No drama. It was almost anticlimactic, to be honest.
The fallout? Well, some folks were happy. “Oh, great, it’s done!” they’d say. Others… not so much. I think they were a bit disappointed the monster wasn’t real. Maybe they’d already planned the victory parade for slaying the “ten.” It’s funny how that works. Some people really love complexity.
But look, the problem got solved. Fast. Cheap. That’s the win, right? That’s why it became “Diez Menos Ocho.” Ten things on the list, turns out eight were just noise or easily swatted away. Only two really mattered.
It’s funny how often that happens, isn’t it? People love to make things complicated. My advice? Always look for the “two.” It’s usually hiding in there somewhere, under all the talk.
