Ah, “posicion de 4.” Whenever I hear folks talk about that, I kinda get this little twitch. Not a good one, mind you. For some people, it’s probably some genius strategy in a game or a smart way to set things up. For me? It’s basically become a running gag, a sign that things are about to get… complicated. Especially when that “fourth” element shows up.
I’m telling you, I’ve seen this play out more times than I can count on one hand, and it’s just plain weird. It’s like the universe decided to mess with me using the number four, specifically at work.
So, how did this whole “posicion de 4” thing become such a big deal for me?
It all kicked off at this tiny startup I slogged at, way back. We were just three devs, cranking out code, things were actually running smooth. We got stuff done, no drama. Then, the higher-ups got it in their heads that we needed to “grow” and guess what? They hired a fourth developer. Position four, right into the mix. And bam.
Now, this new guy, he wasn’t a terrible coder, not really. But man, he just didn’t fit. His whole way of doing things was from another planet, talking to him was like pulling teeth, and our once slick operation turned into a slow, painful grind. Code reviews? More like wrestling matches. Simple jobs got stuck in never-ending arguments. It was like we had three good wheels and then someone bolted on a square one for kicks.
And you’d think that was just a fluke, a one-time screw-up, right? Nope, not a chance.
Skip ahead a few years, different company, same old story. We had this massive project, super important. Three main parts, all humming along nicely together. Then, some genius upstairs decided we absolutely had to add a fourth part for some “next-level features” nobody even asked for. And what d’ya think happened?
- That fourth chunk of work just ate up all our time and money.
- It brought in so many new problems that it started messing up the other three parts that were actually working.
- And the fella they put in charge of it? Let’s just say he was about as useful as a screen door on a submarine.
We ended up spending all our days just putting out fires started by that “position four” disaster instead of actually building anything useful. The whole darn project almost went down the drain because of it.
It wasn’t even just about folks or software projects, either. The curse followed me to office layouts!
My last office switch? We were hunting for a new place. Found a decent spot, looked good for the team. But then, the office manager, bless her clueless heart, insisted on these stupid “quad” desk setups. Four desks jammed together. And where did I end up? Position number four, naturally. Shoved in the worst spot, right next to the chattering coffee machine and under a vent that blew ice-cold air all day long.
Sounds like a small thing, I know. But holy moly, I couldn’t get anything done. People yapping, coffee grinder roaring, freezing my butt off. It was like the office itself was out to get me via that cursed fourth spot. I swear, I started getting this nervous tick around my eye.
So, what’s the real story with this “posicion de 4” for me?
So yeah, “posicion de 4.” It’s not just some phrase to me. It’s a whole string of bad memories, a pattern that just keeps showing up. Maybe it’s just my rotten luck, or maybe there’s something inherently tricky about that fourth element that just messes things up if you’re not super careful. It’s like that one extra spice that just ruins the whole damn pot of chili.
These days, if I sniff out a “position four” situation brewing, I get real cautious. I start poking around, asking a ton of questions, trying to see where the train’s gonna derail. It’s not like I’m superstitious or anything, just trying to learn from getting smacked around by it so many times, I suppose. Or maybe, just maybe, I seriously need to find a company where everything is done in threes.
