We Are Done When I Say We Are Done

Ah yes, the sacred ritual of writing tests. Nobody wants to do them, but when that rare moment of inspiration strikes, you spend 45 minutes crafting the perfect variable name instead of actually testing anything. Look at those beautifully named constants! jennyWithCountryCode and jennySansCountryCode - probably took longer to name than the actual function they're testing. And you just know that developer felt an inappropriate amount of satisfaction after typing them. The real unit test was the clever variable names we made along the way.

Content Compiles a project Compiler: Error on line 354 Compiles again for no reason Compiler: ??? ???

Content Debugging code I didn't write THE FUCK IS THAT THE FUCK IS THIS

The sweet, innocent bliss of coding in your little development bubble vs the existential horror of deploying to production. Sure, your app works flawlessly on localhost—congratulations on conquering the most controlled environment known to mankind! But the moment you push that code to production, suddenly you're dealing with network latency, load balancers, mysterious firewall rules, and that one legacy server nobody remembers configuring. Your beautiful code that ran perfectly on your machine is now being brutally massacred by the chaos of the real world. The transformation from happy developer to hollow-eyed networking ghoul is inevitable. Welcome to the networking nightmare—where "it works on my machine" becomes your epitaph.

Content When your serverless function returns a 500 internal server error Those bastards lied to me PS Express

OMG, the AUDACITY of the universe! One minute you're strutting around like the code goddess you are, chin up, confidence through the ROOF, writing what you SWEAR is the most elegant code ever written by human hands... and then BAM! Your code starts throwing errors like it's having an existential crisis! 💀 That smug face in the first panel is all of us living in that brief, beautiful fantasy world where our code works flawlessly. Then reality hits harder than a recursive function without a base case, and suddenly we're staring at our creation like it betrayed our firstborn child. The worst part? Deep down we KNEW this would happen. Yet we still have the nerve to act shocked every single time. It's like a toxic relationship we can't quit!