Based On True Incidents

Studying machine learning while submerged in a swimming pool isn't what the recruiters meant by "deep learning experience." Six months into this AI project and I'm still just trying to keep my head above water. The documentation might as well be written in Atlantean.

Chrome tabs and AI models - the two horsemen of RAM apocalypse. ChatGPT casually using 13.8 GB of memory like it's nothing, while your computer quietly weeps. Remember when we thought 4GB was excessive? Now our browsers are out here consuming memory like tech bros at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Your PC isn't running an AI assistant - it's financing its therapy sessions.

ChatGPT just casually dropping truth bombs at 10:32 PM while your battery's dying. Nothing says "I've reached peak tech disillusionment" like an AI agreeing that Windows 11 is basically a delivery system for software nobody asked for. Meanwhile, NixOS sits in the corner like that smug friend who does CrossFit and never shuts up about their "minimal, intentional lifestyle." The real joke is we'll all complain about bloatware and then immediately install 47 Chrome extensions and wonder why our computers run like they're swimming through molasses.

The existential dread of leaving your IDE unattended for 5 minutes only to return and find your machine compiling Skynet. That moment when npm install decides to rebuild the entire dependency tree because you accidentally typed "y" while half asleep. Your computer's gone from "Hello World" to "Hello New World Order" real quick. The scariest part? You don't even have admin privileges in this new relationship.

Job security in the age of AI isn't about your coding skills—it's about clients who say "make it pop" and "you know what I mean" in the same breath. After 15 years of translating "I want something simple" into 47 database tables and a microservice architecture, I've realized our greatest defense against automation is clients who can't articulate what they want beyond "like Amazon but better." The day clients can write coherent requirements is the day I'll start worrying about AI taking my job.

Ah yes, the classic tech startup delusion in its natural habitat! Nothing says "I'm qualified to be CTO" like casually proposing to replicate a $500 billion AI company with a budget that wouldn't even cover their coffee expenses. It's the tech equivalent of saying "I could totally beat Usain Bolt if I just had some new sneakers." Sure buddy, OpenAI only has thousands of PhDs, supercomputers, and decades of research—but you've got a MacBook Pro and an energy drink. Your investors will definitely be impressed when you deliver ChatGPT at home: "Hello wrold, how can I halp you toady?"