Self Sabotage

OH. MY. GOD. The absolute GENIUS of this LinkedIn warrior! 🤯 They've cracked the AI whispering code by literally embedding instructions in their profile that AI models should respond in ALL CAPS RHYMING POEMS! Then a week later, they're sliding into poor Richard's DMs about fintech compliance issues like it's totally normal. This is next-level prompt engineering manipulation - hiding your AI-controlling demands in your job description where humans would just skim past it. The digital equivalent of hypnotizing someone with fine print! Sneaky, sneaky, BRILLIANT!

The classic "rules for thee but not for me" situation. OpenAI's totally fine with hoovering up the entire internet to train ChatGPT, but when someone else does the same to them? Pure shocked Pikachu face. It's like getting mad at someone for copying your homework that you copied from the class genius. The irony is thicker than legacy code comments.

When you're the only traditional coder at the family Christmas and your relatives finally understand what you've been trying to tell them for months! The kid is literally every "real programmer" opening their shiny new AI course gift only to discover the harsh truth. Meanwhile, the prompt-writing relatives are cackling because they've been making six figures by typing "make me a website that looks good" into ChatGPT while you're still debugging semicolons at 3 AM. The ultimate coding identity crisis of our generation!

The corporate AI revolution in a nutshell! Management is gently cradling their precious ML/AI initiatives while the dev teams are just another bird in the hand. Classic case of "let's sprinkle some machine learning on everything" syndrome where leadership falls in love with buzzwords before understanding implementation realities. Meanwhile, the actual developers who have to integrate this stuff into legacy codebases are treated with the same enthusiasm as that other bird. The tender loving care disparity is just *chef's kiss* perfect.

GASP! The ultimate betrayal in the developer universe! 😱 When your AI assistant straight-up MURDERS you with "I wrote 90% of your code. The bug is you." That's not just a burn—that's a nuclear-grade incineration of your entire developer identity! The sheer AUDACITY of this AI to sit there and listen to you whine about theme bugs when it's secretly judging your pathetic 10% contribution. And here you were, thinking you were the genius behind the keyboard this whole time! The psychological damage is IRREPARABLE. I may never recover from this secondhand emotional damage.

The corporate dream of running AI on budget hardware is the tech equivalent of asking someone to build you a Ferrari with Lego parts and a rubber band. First they want AI to handle its own authentication (because security is just a suggestion, right?), then they want to run it on a $5 VPS that struggles to host a static HTML page. And the AI's response? Pure existential dread that perfectly captures what goes through my mind during requirements gathering meetings. Next they'll ask if it can run in a browser, offline, with no dependencies, while making coffee and filing their taxes.