Not all bugs need fixing

Content SURE DAD, COULD YOU PLEASE PROOFREAD MY HOMEWORK? I like pandas. They are cute I also like tigers. FAILED TO UNDERSTAND HOMEWORK. IN LINE 3: ERROR: UNEXPECTED PERSONAL PRONOUN AFTER ADJECTIVE IN SENTENCE: I ALSO LIKE TIGERS. IN TEXT WRITTEN ON PAPER ON PAPER YOU HANDED ME CHILI-CON-SPIRACY.COM

Remember when code reviews meant finding your coworker's spaghetti logic and passive-aggressive variable names? Now it's just you, questioning your existence while scrutinizing AI-generated code that's somehow both flawless and completely nonsensical. The modern code reviewer: frantically Googling obscure algorithms at 2 AM because you can't tell if GitHub Copilot is brilliant or hallucinating. "Is this O(log n) solution actually genius or am I being gaslit by a language model that learned to code from Stack Overflow?" Nothing grinds your gears quite like spending your precious human life debugging code written by a machine that doesn't even get tired or need coffee breaks.

The eternal existential crisis of every developer. You stare at a bug for three hours, questioning your entire career choice, only to realize you missed a semicolon. Then five minutes later, you're convinced you're a genius who should be running Google. Rinse and repeat until retirement or mental breakdown, whichever comes first.

Content robin dreamsofsloth the first thing our new hire did was fix a bug that's been bugging him forever as a user prior to joining. he then breathed a sigh of relief and submitted his two weeks' notice. wtf??

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The duality of forced shutdowns! Physically, it's just a simple power button press. Emotionally? You're basically Boromir dying in Aragorn's arms after slaying your unsaved work and 47 browser tabs. That moment when you hold down the power button feels like executing Order 66 on your digital empire. "I'm sorry little one, but these 8 hours of compiling must die because Windows Update decided today was the day." The ultimate digital mercy killing that somehow feels like a war crime.