Broadcom's Explosive Pricing Strategy

So AWS proudly announces that AI writes 75% of their production code, and then their engineers wonder why everything's on fire? Classic. When "Claude" (their AI) responds with enthusiastic agreement to fix production issues, it's basically Elmo cheerfully presiding over the flames of digital hell. Welcome to the future of cloud computing, where your critical infrastructure is maintained by the digital equivalent of a pyromaniac puppet who's just happy to be included in the conversation. Next time your AWS-hosted site goes down, remember: it's not a bug, it's an AI-generated feature!

Ah, the infinite recursion of corporate time tracking. You're spending so much time documenting your hours in Jira that you need to document the time spent documenting time... and then document that time too. It's the bureaucratic equivalent of a stack overflow, except your sanity crashes first. Eight years into my career and I've started estimating "Jira maintenance" as its own task. 2 hours per sprint just to update tickets that tell management what I'm doing instead of, you know, actually doing it. The real joke? Somewhere there's a product manager using this data to optimize workflows. Irony, thy name is enterprise software.

The sacred emergency protocol for developers! When flames engulf your workspace, priorities must be established: first, git commit those precious changes you've been working on for the last 4 hours. Then git push to ensure your code survives even if you don't. Only THEN should you consider the trivial matter of personal safety by leaving the building. Because losing code is the real disaster - flesh heals, but that elegant solution to your recursion problem? Irreplaceable.

Running git blame is like opening Pandora's box of workplace drama! You start all confident thinking "I'll find who wrote this garbage" only to discover it was YOUR BOSS all along. That moment when your face transitions from detective to absolute horror as you realize you're about to refactor code written by the person who signs your paychecks. Time to quietly close the terminal and pretend you never saw anything... 🙈

That moment when you finally get promoted to senior developer with admin access, only to discover the horrifying spaghetti code your predecessors have been hiding in private repos. You're now responsible for maintaining code that looks like it was written by a caffeinated raccoon with a keyboard. Congratulations on your promotion—you're now legally obligated to pretend this monstrosity is maintainable during client meetings.

Nothing says "we spared no expense" quite like a multi-billion dollar stadium display running on Windows. Somewhere, a sysadmin is frantically trying to remote in while 50,000 fans witness the ultimate "have you tried turning it off and on again?" moment. The irony of spending $2.3B on a cutting-edge venue only to be defeated by the same update notification that ruins your Monday morning meetings is just *chef's kiss*. Bet they wished they'd clicked "Remind me tomorrow" one more time!