Born To Design, Forced To YAML

SWEET MOTHER OF RUBE GOLDBERG! This is what happens when desperation meets ingenuity and they have an unholy child! Some poor soul created a PHYSICAL SERVER REBOOT MACHINE using a CD tray as a mechanical finger to poke the reset button! 😱 Imagine explaining this to your boss: "Yes, our mission-critical infrastructure relies on an ancient PC with a CD drive that acts like a digital defibrillator whenever the server flatlines." The beautiful disaster of it all is that IT ACTUALLY WORKED! This is the programming equivalent of fixing your car with duct tape and a paper clip. Pure chaos magic that somehow passes as a "solution." The blurry line between genius and insanity isn't a line at all—it's this entire contraption!

The daily life of a developer in an "agile" environment that's about as agile as a concrete truck. 100 standups, 100 sprint plannings, 100 backlog refinements, and a 10-hour retro... EVERY SINGLE DAY!!! The One Punch Man parody perfectly captures that moment when your manager thinks all these meetings somehow make you more productive. Meanwhile, your actual coding time has been reduced to those precious 7 minutes between your 2:53 PM and 3:00 PM meetings. Who needs to write code when you can talk about writing code instead?

The eternal gap between developer ambition and project reality. You start with grand visions of clean architecture, beautiful abstractions, and perfectly modular code. Then the deadline hits, requirements change for the 17th time, and suddenly you're duct-taping spaghetti code together while muttering "we'll refactor later" for the fifth consecutive sprint. The luxury mansion represents that beautiful microservice architecture with 100% test coverage you designed in your head. The rusty shantytown is the actual monolith you've been maintaining since 2013 that somehow still runs the entire company despite being held together by Stack Overflow answers and prayers.

Nothing says "totally not stressed" like aging 40 years in 29. That beard isn't white from wisdom—it's from debugging legacy code at 3 AM while production is on fire. The sunglasses aren't a fashion statement; they're hiding the thousand-yard stare from staring at Stack Overflow for 72 consecutive hours. But sure, Nerijus, tell us again how IT isn't stressful while your eye twitches uncontrollably behind those lenses.

When AWS sends you a bill for $14.74 from four years ago, you become the silent resistance fighter. While everyone's making grand gestures canceling Prime accounts over Amazon's latest controversy, you're quietly fighting the system by "forgetting" to pay that ancient cloud hosting bill for your abandoned side project. It's not tax evasion, it's a principled stand against corporate memory! The AWS debt collectors can pry that $14.74 from your cold, dead keyboard.

The ABSOLUTE PEAK of solo developer dignity! 💅 Creating a pull request on your own repository and then dramatically switching hats to approve it yourself is the coding equivalent of giving yourself a medal! It's that special moment when you pretend there's an actual code review happening, but it's just you having a conversation with yourself like some kind of Git schizophrenia. "Hmm, this code looks FABULOUS, darling! Who wrote it? Oh wait—IT WAS ME!" The ceremonial self-merge: simultaneously the most pathetic and most empowering ritual in solo development history!