Pondering Programmer Productivity
Lots of discussion lately about measuring productivity has had me spending time I should be sleeping thinking about the same. I love accountants and finance folks. I find them very bright and love the way they typically approach any business discussion from the point of logic, but they can be an intractable lot as well. They’d love to measure software engineering efforts like a consultancy – hours in, output out, utilization metrics pop right out the other side of the equation. More utilization of the team means more productivity! Wonderful! Its so simple and we should have figured this out so long ago. All that time wasted counting KLOCS and function points….
Of course it doesn’t really work. You can count hours, or days, or whatever to your hearts content but you are only measuring effort. And, measuring effort of a software development group is an exceptionally tricky (and potentially dangerous) thing. Its not the effort that matters, but rather the results. So how do we measure the results? Ahhh there’s the rub.
What we need to measure is the business value of the stories the team is being asked to build. For the consultant this is very simple – you are paid by the hour for the consulting performed. Thus, hours billed X hourly rate = business value. The business value of a software going into a product is not so easily measured. But, lets assume this is a solvable problem. It gets even more interesting in the planning phase when you are making product choices. For a proposed feature, what is the busniess value? Now suddenly, this is not a software engineering question at all.
Veteran’s Day was this week and I received an email from my Dad, the Colonel, that I wanted to share with everyone. No, it has nothing to do with technology, but it has everything to do with being an American, and being grateful. Things that I believe are in short supply these days.
We just returned from Smith Point Texas where we witnessed feats of ordinary heroism that warrant recording here. Lets start with Fred, president of the volunteer fire department, and his wife Jennifer, who the next day after the storm return to Ike’s bullseye to assess the damage, and took pictures of everyone’s home and posted it on the web so that all the neighborhood could see the condition of their home. And Fred, heeding the calls of a desperate voice far off in a quagmire of mud dredge up from the bay and deposited all over Smith’s Point by Ike, found and rescued a man who floated on a tank 11 miles from Port Bolivar. Fred and Jennifer are a force at the Fire station every day, handing out meals to those returning to dig out. Did I mention, Fred and Jennifer’s home is a total loss?