The classic chicken-and-egg problem of tech interviews. Can't explain deadlock without getting hired, can't get hired without explaining deadlock. Just like two threads waiting for each other's resources, this candidate and interviewer are stuck in their own human deadlock. The irony is so thick you could debug it.

When your IDE documentation is just ASCII art instead of actual descriptions. The developer who made this struct literally drew a 3D cube in code comments instead of writing proper documentation. Then labeled the vertices A-H and called it a day. Pure chaotic genius! Bonus points for the struct being named "CubeInt" which somehow makes it both obvious and completely unhelpful at the same time. Who needs formal documentation when you can just sketch it out in ASCII?

The AUDACITY of the universe to transform my MAGNIFICENT software architecture into... whatever that monstrosity is! 💀 Left side: My GLORIOUS initial design - elegant microservices, perfect documentation, seamless CI/CD pipeline... basically software PERFECTION incarnate. Right side: The horrifying REALITY after three sprints - a shopping cart grilling meat on a lawn. Basically what happens when deadlines, scope creep, and "just one more feature" collide in a spectacular dumpster fire of technical debt. I swear I had DIAGRAMS and everything! DIAGRAMS!!!

OH. MY. GOD. The most DRAMATIC change in human history! Can you spot the difference? NEITHER CAN I! 😱 Programmers during quarantine living their EXACT SAME LIVES as before because we were ALREADY social distancing with our beloved screens! While the world burned and toilet paper became currency, developers just kept typing away in the same chair, same posture, same dead-inside expression. The pandemic's biggest plot twist? Absolutely NOTHING changed for us code monkeys! Our natural habitat remained undisturbed - just us and our eternal relationship with that blinking cursor. The rest of humanity finally got to experience our daily reality!

Looking at your old code and deciding the only rational solution is to remove your brain, wash it with gasoline, and hope for the best. That feeling when your past self left you a cryptic masterpiece with zero comments and variable names like 'x', 'temp', and 'iSwearThisWorks'. The gasoline is probably more for drinking at this point.