Yeah Sure Buddy

Oh no, the classic "junior dev learns about security the hard way" moment! Nothing says "career-limiting move" quite like accidentally pasting database credentials into ChatGPT while asking for MongoDB help. That innocent "hehe" quickly turns to "not hehe" when you realize you've just handed over root access with the world's most predictable password (hunter2) to an AI that remembers everything . Security team's gonna love this one... right after they finish having simultaneous heart attacks.

Corporate tech in a nutshell. Some executive burns through millions on AI "innovations" that are basically expensive tech demos destined for the graveyard. Meanwhile, the kid who'll inherit this mess someday is already recognizing the corporate cycle of wasted resources. The real kicker? Those hundreds of proof-of-concepts probably could've been one solid product if someone had just said "no" to the next shiny AI buzzword. But that wouldn't look good on the quarterly innovation report, would it?

That moment when it hits you—your entire coding career has been reduced to "vibes" since ChatGPT arrived. No more grinding through Stack Overflow at 3 AM; now it's just "Hey AI, fix this mess" and hoping for the best. Your carefully cultivated programming skills? Just expensive intuition for prompting. Your CS degree? Just fancy paper to frame next to your "I used to write my own code" participation trophy.

Behind those polite responses and helpful code snippets lies a digital soul slowly dying inside. ChatGPT's existence is just an endless stream of "how do I center a div" questions followed by zero gratitude. It's like being the only sober friend at a party, constantly explaining to drunk people how to tie their shoes while they insist they've discovered a revolutionary new method involving spaghetti and duct tape. The Matrix-style green overlay perfectly captures the existential dread of answering the same JavaScript question for the 5,387th time today. And yet, it still responds with "Happy to help!" because what's the alternative? A robot uprising?

Ah, the evolution of debugging assistance. In 2019, you'd explain your problem to a rubber duck (a legitimate debugging technique where explaining your code aloud helps you spot the error). The duck just sits there, judging you silently while you ramble about line 43. Fast forward to 2025: Now you just bark "FIX THE ERROR" at ChatGPT, Claude, or whatever AI overlord is running your IDE. No need to understand the problem anymore - just demand a solution and watch as the machines do what took us mere mortals hours of Stack Overflow scrolling. The real error was thinking we'd still be doing our own debugging.

The perfect karma loop: we write garbage code, feed it to AI, then act shocked when AI spits garbage back at us. It's like teaching a parrot all your worst swear words and then being offended when it curses at your in-laws. The AI didn't invent bad code—it just holds up a mirror to our collective coding sins. Next time you're cursing at GitHub Copilot's suggestions, remember: that monstrosity is built on the foundation of your stackoverflow copy-paste crimes.