Unfinished Side Projects

That moment of horrified recognition when you excavate ancient code from your digital crypt. "Who wrote this abomination? Oh wait... it was me." The psychological journey from confidence to shame happens in milliseconds as you stare at variable names like 'temp1', 'finalFinalVersion', and comments promising to "fix this later." Your past self has left landmines of technical debt that your present self must now defuse while questioning every life decision that led to this moment.

Nobody tells you the truth in engineering school. We don't implement CI/CD because it's "industry best practice" or because some architecture astronaut said so. We do it for that sweet, sweet dopamine hit when all the build checks turn green. It's basically developer cocaine. The satisfaction of seeing five successful builds in a row might be the only thing keeping some of us from switching to careers in gardening.

Ah, the classic "we have food at home" meme but for developers! Kid wants professional CI/CD pipelines, mom says no because there's "CI/CD at home" - which turns out to be a janky collection of config files and shell scripts cobbled together by some poor soul who just wanted to automate deployments without learning Jenkins. It's the equivalent of calling a stick tied to a rock "advanced weaponry." That homemade CI/CD solution is one failed deployment away from bringing the entire production environment crashing down faster than a junior dev's confidence during their first code review.

The eternal paradox of software development: pushing bugs to future-you who's literally on vacation. It's that special kind of self-sabotage where you convince yourself that Friday-afternoon-you is making a brilliant decision by postponing that critical fix, completely forgetting that Monday-morning-you will be sipping margaritas on a beach somewhere. The git commit message should just read feat: added problem for nobody to solve .

BEHOLD! The sacred rite of passage has been bestowed upon this poor, innocent soul! Getting your first merge conflict is like being initiated into a secret society where the membership fee is your sanity and several hours of your life you'll NEVER get back. The frog in formal attire announcing this catastrophic achievement with such pomp and circumstance is SENDING ME. Like honey, that's not an accomplishment, that's your villain origin story. Next up: accidentally pushing to production on a Friday afternoon and watching your entire team collectively have a meltdown. Welcome to the thunderdome of version control, sweetie! 💀

The eternal developer struggle: spending hours hunting through ancient GitHub repos for a solution while completely ignoring the obvious fix that's been staring you in the face the whole time. Nothing quite matches that special feeling when you realize you've wasted half a day digging through code written by someone who probably graduated before you were born, only to discover the solution was in the documentation you refused to read. The best part? You'll absolutely do it again next week.