And It Is Only Monday

When your branch is stable enough for production but senior devs won't give you merge permissions. Welcome to git politics, where your code's quality matters less than your job title. The irony of being told to fix merge conflicts when you're literally not allowed to merge. That commit hash at the bottom is probably longer than your career at this company.

The perfect meta-joke doesn't exi— When your colleague finally confronts you about your cryptic variable names and spaghetti logic, but you just double down on the chaos by refusing to explain anything. The irony is *chef's kiss* - writing unreadable code AND refusing to comment on it is like bringing a nuclear weapon to a code review. Future maintainers will be archaeologists trying to decipher hieroglyphics written by a caffeinated octopus.

That one developer who insists on hosting their own Git server instead of using established platforms... and suddenly you're exchanging keys, joining their Wireguard VPN, and probably signing blood oaths just to contribute to a project that could've lived happily on GitHub. The suspicious monkey face perfectly captures that moment when you're wondering if this is worth the effort or if your colleague is secretly building a bunker for the inevitable tech apocalypse.

The evolution of a developer's brain during code reviews is truly a spectacle to behold. First, there's the primitive defensive response: "What, why?" - the intellectual equivalent of a caveman discovering fire and being terrified. Then comes the middle-evolution stage: "It's not my code, I'm just adding this feature but I'll totally refactor it later don't even worry about it" - the classic "temporary" solution that will outlive the heat death of the universe. The promise to refactor is the programming equivalent of "I'll start my diet on Monday." Finally, enlightenment: "Yeah, I know." The transcendent state where you've accepted your code is indeed garbage, but you've made peace with it. This is peak developer nirvana - when you stop fighting reality and embrace the beautiful dumpster fire you've created.

Ah, the classic "rm -rf /" moment of pure existential dread. That feeling when your stomach drops through the floor because you just wiped out production data with a single command. The beauty of it happening on day one? You haven't even set up your desk plant yet, but you've already established yourself as "that person." Pro tip: backups aren't just corporate paranoia, they're career insurance. And remember, there's always unemployment if the recovery fails!

The eternal GitHub vs GitLab debate summed up in one perfect comic. Sure, Mom says she loves both platforms equally, but we all know where her Git repository really lies. Let's be honest - every dev team claims to be "platform agnostic" until it's time to actually choose where to host code. Then suddenly GitHub gets all the attention while GitLab sits in the corner wondering why its CI/CD pipeline and integrated DevOps features aren't enough to win Mom's heart. The "by a lot" is what kills me. It's that brutal honesty you only get after 3am during a production outage.